In My Blood

Who I am

  

 

Running through my blood

Are many a spices

That’s brings out

My wild side.

 

Hidden in my blood

Are traces of vinegar

Resulting from times

I couldn’t control my anger.

 

Coursing through my blood

Are bits of gold and silver

From the love I’ve bestowed

And sometimes received in kind.

 

Clogging up my blood

Are shards of broken glass

From many betrayals

Of those I blindly trusted.

 

This is my blood

That journeys through a heart

That somehow continues to beat

Even when my will and reason

Is _____________________

 

        Flat Lined…

 

Reviews

[rubydreamer]

Hey, that's clever! A great statement! Excellent theme choice, I haven't seen something quite like that before. I must make a nit-picky correction though....

"Running through my blood
Are many a spices
*That's brings out*
my wild side"

Grammatically incorrect... x3 "That bring out" should be used. Yep yep. Otherwise, I like the boldness of it.

[Babbette Francis]

Oh yeah, I meant to say that, but as usual- you beat me to it! ;P

This is my blood
That journeys through a heart
That somehow continues to beat
Even when my will and reason
Is ------
Flat Lined�

Man that was GOOOOOD!!!!!

[Ophelia]

This is very deep. I like how expressive this is. And it's very powerful. It's short, sweet, and to the point. It doesn't lead you away from the real point of the poem. I like that you have a steady focus on the subject matter in your poem. Job well done!