I bleed

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

Author's Note

Sometimes i wonder...is it worth it?

Reviews

[Brad]

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...

[Michael of Gilead]

Thank you Selene, maybe one day I too will be ode worthy? ;)

[Robin]

you have the soul ~

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

spot on!~ right through the center of the creative poet~

[Michael of Gilead]

Thanks Aven....ninja dude ;)

[Aven]

man... this is the bloody truth...

[Michael of Gilead]

Oh! I'm so sorry Brad...here is a razor to scrape it off...be careful now

The answer to your questions are, yes, 17 and Ha!

Would you like a tissue?

[Michael of Gilead]

Thank you Marie, I'm liking that icon ;)

[Marie Harrison]

This is a very moving write. I was blown away with the emotions of this poem. Bravo!

[Michael of Gilead]

Thank you so much 7211 :)