Arthur Vaso Poet Free verse

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Bleed For Me

Bleed for me


Why?
	Why what she says?
Why do you cut, why do you bleed yourself?
	Why do birds fly, how the heck should I know?
Ah but you are so beautiful, soft and sweet
	You see only as you wish, no one looks closer
	At the inside of me
	No one sees the mirror I see
Tiss not true, I see through your eyes
	Come then take a good look, stare into my emptiness
	You see nothing ok?

I remain quiet, somewhat stunned at the rebuke
We both stare out the window, a broken neon sign
Singing with the wind

She whispers
	If I cut myself, to pieces
	I will slowly disappear and float away	
	Inside will be outside
	The emptiness in my eyes will be everywhere
	The Ferris-Wheel ride will end

I slowly gathered up some rather random thoughts
	My life was sunny
	Then one day it rained
	Then sunny
	Rain and sun, rain and sun
	Then the rain came again
	And again…
	Dark clouds hovered
	The days all became nights		
	Until there was daylight no more
	A ghost taunted… I no longer mattered
	Until I became the ghost
	So you see, I have nothing left to cut

She shyly looked over at me, confused it seemed
	You, you… you have money			
	You look handsome
	I dare say you seem well off
	You have it all, and want for nothing



The neon sign, the crickets, the bedside clock
A symphony of sound in a room of silence, tick tock. Tick tock.
Slowly, I discovered words, softly I dared repeat them

	
	You said I see nothing
	In this, is true, I did look into your eyes, I saw
	Inside of you nothing as you say
	Emptiness
	I saw a poverty of wanton desire, lost to this world
	In this you are also wrong		
	For as I stared you refused to avert my curiosity		
	Our eyes locked
	The emptiness inside of you
	You see
	Is me

Time continued its journey
Tick Tock went the clock
Silence crept towards a comfort

Imperceptible, a few of their fingers interlaced
Touching

The neon sign stop flickering
And cried

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Jan Allison August 26, 2016 at 5:07 PM I'm at a loss to write a comment found this such an emotional write Arthur - you tackle subjects others shy away from - Bravo my friend:-) hugs Jan x

Lynn Marie August 26, 2016 at 3:43 AM A masterful piece, exceptionally well penned with gut wrenching emotion. The 'dialogue' emphasizes the internal struggle at it's peak, while the 'tick tock of the clock' is haunting. A stunning poem of many layers, each one prompts deeper understanding and meaning. You excel at writes that invite conversation on subjects tragically viewed as taboo, thus breaking the cycle. I commend you for this gift Arthur and thank you for your incredible efforts. bundles of blessings, lynn

Tim Smith August 26, 2016 at 3:03 AM Simply amazing poem Arthur. I was actually thinking about suicide in youth and what I could say if I was confronted by the situation. There is so much depth in what is said and unsaid and the metaphors and imagery is spectacular...no it's not the drugs I'm on...this is good man : )....one of my all time favorites from you...this should be put into school books....

Charmaine Chircop August 26, 2016 at 12:48 AM Oh my...The sun , the rain, sun , rain... Its seems as If Im reading my own bio...I ve been there...Not completely ghostly yet ..but ve been there...What a powerful poem that makes me ponder, read and re-read...So many lines to munch along with my brunch.. : ).A fave king Arthur.