I bleed

I bleed

A Poem by Michael of Gilead
"

As you know, sometimes writing ain't easy

"

I slit these veins

 

Letting my blood pour forth

 

Over these virgin pages white

 

In multicolored hues

 

I finger-paint in the puddles

 

Hoping for a Picasso

 

Just to connect with you

 

Funny, sad, nostalgic or glad

 

I wring my heart

 

Squeezing out my last

 

Wondering if

 

I have enough blood

 

To cover the page

© 2010 Michael of Gilead


Author's Note

Michael of Gilead
Sometimes i wonder...is it worth it?

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dude, you got some of that on my new shirt!!

i ask myself the same question. i think it goes hand in hand with trying to publish anything. "is it worth publishing? will anybody read it? will i be rich?" it doesn't matter...you didn't write for recognition, or for wealth, you wrote because your heart told you to. what your mind and body do with it is up to them...

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Well thanks E.H.

Freak ghost of love ;)


Posted 13 Years Ago


Oh you unholy kraken!

This f*****g thing slipped under my fingers. That's why I thank god for reviews, for you rarely send read requests and I forget because I have 3/4 of a brain and that 3/4 has mild downs.

The finger painting of blood for someone to notice is one of those cries to pain that is far beyond the lightweight tears of some teen with a toothache.
The fact that the artist seems like he persihes before it gets down wants him to get loved even posthumously.

This is haunting and you are some freak ghost
and its all love

Posted 13 Years Ago


Oh, no, please do go on MuSey ;)

Thanks for reading...the mental gymnastics, when you really reach for it can be quite hard to get to.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Hitting the hard stuff again huh?! ; p

I think questioning yourself is a sign of a good writer. I don't know of any creative person (of any genre) who doesn't look at their "master piece" and think...what a load of s**t...who the hell would want that? The hardest thing to do is to fill a blank page...blank canvas...whatever...with confidence 100% of the time.

I live by fake it till you make it. I think my work is crap 99% of the time...I'm uneducated, inexperienced and I see my work as being mediocre at best. hmf...

Oh...review...right. This is great MoG, fa'her...wonderfully accurate metaphor of what we have to do to fill a page...expressed with great flow. Passionately true...thanks fer sharin.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Thank you Tina, I do in the end.

Posted 13 Years Ago


It's always worth it, always. It's in your blood, in your heart and soul. If you're like me, you can't help it, you have too! It will happen whether you want it to or not. Deep down inside I hope you really want to and find enjoyment out of it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Thank you very much Ouciano

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Emotional ! Moving and touching !
Can't say more
Brilliant !

Posted 14 Years Ago


Thank you Robin, I guess I do...but I still can't dance ;)

Posted 14 Years Ago



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