Battered BloodA Poem by OhhhwillowWe become who we are by extracting parts of those around us, through love and hate and wisdom. Until we are one and other, for better and worse
Consumed in vacant skies,
Angels shriek through misplaced faces With fear for gnawing needs That spring but see no satisfaction. Wings will dance And dare not glance At those painted red From the burn of patchwork feathers; Mending Moulding identity with eclectic flesh. Falling from a gated fate of poison Like platinum placebo, They clasp a needle and thread, A jar of hearts and dreams too To sew to the seams Of their fading complexion. For better And worse, Becoming is bound by time And tainting. Escaping bruised elbows gives battered blood reason to weep - To cry And spit as the snake who never shed. Feed on my nostalgia And taste my steps towards a leap, Full of yours. © 2013 OhhhwillowAuthor's Note
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Added on November 1, 2013Last Updated on November 1, 2013 AuthorOhhhwillowEdinburgh, Scotland, United KingdomAboutWrite it down and read it Instagram: ohhhwillow Twitter: @H0ly_FUCKer 'Let me sometimes dance With you, Or climb, Or stand perchance In ecstasy, Fixed and free In a rhym.. more..Writing
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