Bleeding Onyx~

 

my paintbrush

my soul

exposed

watercourse

epic peel

off karmic wheel

fingertips

citrus human rind

combined

mulberry spiral skin

ripping curls

torn ribbon girl

a pile of dreams in stains

left in footprint crush

rebuff

on all fours

bones on display

milky sway

smears of ink eating neon light

she fights

only herself

nature a hum

venus on a broken shell

become

becoming

succumb

eyes a void

avoid

devoid of hope

fingertips

dripping onyx

voice box

open

polyphonic

she pours the night

working it past her throat

into her mouth

shedding

a second skin

begin

again

origins of sin

amen!

center of attention

crucified adoration

numinous mutation

pinned to velvet

she vanishes

visible in onyx

rebirth

supersonic

decanted

in leather

ironic

liquid girl

wine girl

sweet

complete

dripping stain

on every hungry mouth

black out

smiling girl

taking it all with a granule of blood

painting it all with her onyx mud

lock and load

a song

hey ho

let’s go

she laughs

attacks

herself

a spot of ink

streaming

pain

pool of rain

bleeding onyx

preordained

 

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Author's Note

add on: this girl likes constructive criticism served with suggestions~ in answer to the perception of 'pretentious' below me~ the font was chosen for its similarity to ink stains and meant to enhance the poem~and not to elicit snarky comments~ thank you and have a nice day~

Reviews

[Khitii Lae-Ahn]

I Absolutely Love this...
It is...
heated marrow seeping from bone onto thin-as-eggshell fine china...pitch ink pouring from a broken pen leaking onto balmy palms of ivory hands...a bloody-stain splatter on screaming magnolia blossoms
This Is Exquisite!!!!!

[Alicia Schroeder]

This write is beyond amazing, I love it.

[Aven]

I felt you really got into the flow here, your words were like running ink and there was no stopping it. a very enjoyable read. :)

[I.R.]

You have great figurative language.

[Ruth]

This is another powerful poem Selene!
All your work holds such rising or decline, or both in a whirlpool of experiences through life!
Each line literally bleeds into the next! All imagery connects and there is always a sense of cathartic release from your work!
Stunning as always!
xx

[Brad]

you said "below me"...get it? ok, that was reaching...

so you've served another glass, another bouquet of your raspberry wine...i believe i'm starting to get drunk off you

[Kesha]

A beautifully written poem and lovely choice on the font! The images just dripping to my mind to paint such a beautiful piece! You have a way with words! :)

[DannyLynne Riley]

You have an ability...a most brilliant gift for expression and your words do paint literal pictures inside the mind...I think this is the goal of all writers to posess the ability to conjure images using the written word as the only tool the only vehicle...something you do splendidly and seamingly at ease...and honestly ms Selene I try...very hard...in fact to find something of constructive criticsm in your powerful work, I always feel so silly and a bit like a groupie (for lack of a better word) to offer up only words of adoration but for the life of me ms. Selene I only can see something beautiful even in it's shocking element there is much beauty and extreme power sometimes dark but always very much...fresh

[Pax Analog]

The implosive, pre-resurrectional nature of this riveting piece reminds me of Scorpio guru Adi Da's comment: "The spiritual master's laughter is a vague attempt to blow himself to smithereens."

The tone of this piece strikes me as laceratingly between the desperation of suicide and the bursting aplomb of transcendence. Perhaps much in the shamanic dismemberment is between suicide's romanticism and spiritual adeptship's mad humor. . .I know, I digress; I just love the associations your work catalyzes.

Crazy wisdom is "hopeless" wrote Chogyam Trungpa. The soul-shredding beauty of this piece awakens a profound joy at having all obstacles and sufferings destroyed in the service of Awakening.

"bones on display/milky sway/smears of ink eating neon light/she fights/only herself". . ."a spot of ink/streaming/pain/pool of rain/bleeding onyx/preordained"

I love the rhythm and mutational roll of this poem so much, I don't even like excerpting. Yet those lines make emphatic a pulverizing alchemy, a pure flux of being.

Your amplified visceral approach strikes the heart obliquely, yet profoundly. It flows from authentic hatred for the false and authentic love for the true.

[Dani]

wonderful poem.