I held your heart in my hand, Held it aloft beneath the moons glint, Squeezing it sponge like Until it oozed deep red rain, Tingeing the clouds Scarlet to crimson, ruby to blood.
The harder I squeezed The more your heart emptied, Trickling rivulets that Traced the map of veins in my arm, Soaking into my shirt, White linen turning deceptively black Beneath a dark sky.
I felt your heart pulsating, Reacting against my grasp, Forcing my clawed fingers to flat open palm, My hold forcefully released. I thought it would fall And lie beating but beaten on the ground. Instead, it rose unaided, Elevated enough to obscure the cold moon, Pulsating, vibrating, transforming, Until it became the moon itself And turned the sky black-red.
And now I hide within the bleak woods, I feel your pinching hold, Your tightening clench, And I feel your gravitational pull, Crashing me like a wave Against the jagged rocks Of what remains of us.
Mother, Locked up in her tin house, She sits in the same spot, Watching religious news, Her body is plagued by illness, Her heart is shattered into pieces, Her vision is sideways, In one had she holds a book of prayers, In her other hand she holds the remote control, Around her neck a rosary dangles, As she stares at the TV she mutters prayers that she has memorized by heart, She prays to the father, the son and the holy spirit.
Tears run down my face as I watch her slip into madness, A beautiful rose has been decaying in-front of me for 22 years, Some people stepped on this rose, Causing her to become damaged and deformed, Others took pedals, Making her feel ugly, Some tried to cut of her thorns but they just grew back, Now she is just a mangled stem with protruding thorns, Dry crusty leaves and pedals, She starts to talk, Her eyes have no life, Her breath is shallow, Her lips barely move, I know she is looking at me but it feels like she might fall asleep, Her speech is slurred, Her hands illustrate what she is trying to say, But she says the same words over and over again, Something tells me not to react, I ignore my initial feeling of despair, I hold her hand, looking into her dull dying eyes, She stops mid sentence to restart a prayer, She slips back into her madness, She praises to a God who has chosen to ignore her?
Father, Who is never there, You disapprove of my life style, Remember when you said: "It's hard to love someone you don't like. " Well, I do, Fill your void with other things, Buy some more cars, Pretend to be tough, Do what ever it is you need to do to impress your friends, The "friends who aren't really your friends", And I'll fill my void with sex, drugs and rock n roll, There is a reason I paint my toe nails red, Wear short skirts and tight shirts, I am not holy, You have no idea how much dick I have sucked.
I am scared of my heart Beating so hard That the blood bursts Through my veins What would happen then How embarassing For everyone to see me Covered in blood It would never do
blood.
Author: Kopter Zero
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Date: 03/04/2020
№ 1205521
Blood in the Fire
The smell of the foundry surrounds you Abounds and wreaths around you. A man of ore, born of the earth
I thought of you as Roman. Alive, shuddering with the stress And exertions Of recent war
The thrill of hardship Fresh upon you, Made ever-stronger by violent work Your fibres stretch then relax To gather in quiet, resting power
Glittered in sweat, You have raced through history To arrive, tattered and magnificent, Heaving, and worn like a mountain
I have melted into you - Piston thighs greased with excitement! As your black-ringed fingers Chase a whitened path, Through my pebbled steam
Our minerals mix: Salt and blood, tears and love And the hooves of legion drum in my ears, Outpacing a gathering storm As little death overwhelms me
You are home, Hanging suspended in a grief-cloud Above me. And I invite you, with a succession of imagined dilations, To rain down.
There's a blood moon in those eyes By your heart shaped tattoo And if an eclipse was for wishing, I think I'd wish for you I'll walk through your desert To your river of sorrow Fill my cup with your tears And drink through tomorrow No stranger to poison, No stranger to sin I'll let you get up And fall down again Just please know, my darling, Those thoughts are untrue This may be your darkness But I'll walk next to you
With tinfoil teeth and steel wool hair Silver feet and iron stare The coldest one, the coldest one here Conducting light from the horizon into my bed. I need the sun to feed my head.
But you know me so well for Bolting shut that iron door. I never leave it exposed, My mechanical heartbeat Nobody has to know.
My metallic heart is the satellite My metallic heart Reflecting the dimmest of lights.
Blood ain't Family I am sick and tired of trying All my "blood" screw me over.
I always use to think to be a family you had to share the same blood. Fuckisasistercuzitsureaintblood The recent hashtag that she thought would hurt me. Slowly I started to realize I don't NEED her She might be blood but she's not my family
