“Learn to light a candle in the darkest moments of someone’s life. Be the light that helps others see; it is what gives life its deepest significance.” – Roy T. Bennet

Posts tagged ‘blood’

The Dancers

They dance with the sweat flinging from their limbs

They dance to impress invisible faces

And their own are as stones

Immovable, without emotion

And they spin with the ferocity of lions

Not only sweat, but paint

Dripping, dripping

They are dark like the night

Twirling in the skins of their kill

They are dangerous like the night

The blood of the animals still upon them

And they shout

And it screams to the soul

Pushing past the boundaries of the body

And back out again

Like a blinding light it escapes

They feel it

You feel it

And you dance

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Well-Wishers

I’m here for the music

And not for the fear

That creeps up behind

And cuts off the air

Here for believing

In places beyond

Not for the whistle

And blood of a sword

~

A soul can sing

When it’s been freed

And sit above

To watch the march

Of the black dressed women

And the deathbed bearers

And the well-wishers

Sorry for your loss

The well-wishers

Sorry for your loss

~

I’m here for the music

And not for the fear

That creeps up behind

And cuts off the air

Here for believing

In places beyond

Not for the whistle

And blood of a sword

~

With good things said

Of him that fell

A flower’s dropped

On bended knee

But the dark red rose

Cannot bring back life

For a world as lonely

As could be

A world as lonely

As could be

~

I’m here for the music

And not for the fear

That creeps up behind

And cuts off the air

Here for believing

In places beyond

Not for the whistle

And blood of a sword

~

I’m here for the music

And not for the cry

That wrenches hope

From which is lies

Here for believing

Before the sight

Not for the voices

Of a haunted night

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State of Denial

battle lines were drawn in this place

it’s beautiful in the darkest of ways

i’ll write names in the dirt

and sit awhile

and watch for the dead to rise

~

in a state of denial i will wait

with rubble right beside me

and dust on my feet

here i stay

and turn a blind eye

to what made it this way

and i’ll wait…

i will wait…

~

each side feared the other side

and both were wrong and right

but my opinion is opinions

should keep to themselves

or have the good kings fight it out – on their own

~

in a state of denial i will wait

with rubble right beside me

and dust on my feet

here i stay

and turn a blind eye

to what made it this way

and i’ll wait…

i will wait…

~

and forget the past and the present

and the blood and the sweat

that drips off my face

and washes the dust off my feet

and i’ll laugh…

i will laugh…

at a joke i’d forgotten ’til today

~

in a state of denial i will wait

with rubble right beside me

and blood on my feet

here i stay

and turn a blind eye

to what made it this way

and i’ll wait…

i will wait…

 

 

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Phobias

Just for the heck of it, here is a list of all the things I am afraid of (that I can think of right now):

-Sock monkeys

-Heights (Acrophobia)

-Groups of people (Agoraphobia)

-Things touching my feet underwater

-Feet in general (Podophobia)

-Little, tiny places (Claustrophobia)

-Things touching my face

-Hugs! (Aphenphosmphobia)

-The dark, because of the large imagination I have (Achluophobia)

-Fire (Arsonphobia)

-Streets, and the act of crossing them (Agyrophobia)

-Androphobia (you can look that up)

-Imperfection (Atelophobia)

-Steep staircases (Bathmophobia)

-Dentists (Dentophobia)

-Speaking in public (Glossophobia)

-Blood (Hemophobia)

-Doctors (Iatrophobia)

-Dead things (Necrophobia)

-Belly buttons (Omphalophobia)

-Being stared at (Ophthalmophobia)

-Bees (Melissophobia)

-Cigarettes (Kapnophobia)

-Fireworks (Kovtapyroergasoiphobia)

-Sea foam

-Eating in front of people (that could also be considered Agoraphobia)

-Stalkers (Scelerophobia?)

-Antique dolls (Pediophobia)

-That extra skin on your elbow that’s all dry and nasty…

From A Cutter’s View (not my own)

i feel sick from the pain that i’m feeling

i wanna scream, but why? it won’t heal me

and when i dream, i am stuck, i can’t flee me

and when i wake i lose sight of reality

i am dangerous with sharp things, i hurt me

i have scars from the knives that have cut me

tried to cut out my heart i am dying

oh, how i wish all these marks were just skin deep

is there a way, somehow, i’ll survive this?

a cure, maybe, a remedy for this?

nobody cared but now maybe you do

after seeing the blood that i showed you

so i ask, will you carry my story

lose the mask of courage and glory

just to say that they aren’t alone and

there’s no relief there is only an end and

there aren’t many tears for the suicidal

 

 

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