Chris Green Poet Free verse

Bleeding On Paper

If I bleed on paper,
is it really blood
or is it just words,
droplets of phrases,
splattered feelings
of this love coursing
through my veins for her,
coagulating into meanings
on pale parchment skin
leaving behind
heart shaped scars
that no one
will ever see?

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Darren White November 5, 2016 at 7:29 AM This is beautiful, painful and raw. Scars on paper are okay, I show them there too. Chris Green November 5, 2016 at 1:42 PM Thanks again Darren, I'm glad you liked this one. I'll be by soon to check out your work.

Joanna Daniel October 26, 2016 at 12:47 AM Pain beautifully expressed, Chris:) and I do see the scars... Chris Green October 26, 2016 at 8:04 AM Thank you Jo, that is always a thought I'm sure many of us wonder, though I'm also certain many do not want those scars to show. I appreciate your kind words.

Sophie Duqueny October 25, 2016 at 9:32 PM this is beautiful, touching work. makes me miss old lovers. very nice <3 Chris Green October 26, 2016 at 8:04 AM Thank you so very much Sophie for your kind words. I am thrilled you enjoyed this poem. I appreciate your visit.

Daniel Turner October 25, 2016 at 4:14 PM Cliche' but actually blood, sweat and tears, Chris. and we do see the scars. With every sad poem. Love the write my friend:) Now where's part 3? Lol Heidi Sands October 25, 2016 at 6:35 PM Yes still waiting for part 3...:) Chris Green October 25, 2016 at 5:05 PM Thanks so much Daniel, I don't mind cliché in fact I like it. Oh, part 3??? Coming up in just a little bit. :)

Tim Smith October 25, 2016 at 3:40 PM I can feel the pain and see your blood spilt. Chris Green October 25, 2016 at 5:04 PM Thanks so much Tim. I always hope that spilling it in poetry will help, it doesn't always work that way.

Charmaine Chircop October 25, 2016 at 1:19 PM I used to think that words were just words...but yes sometimes...its real blood on paper.Your poem really fits my mood today.I wish I had uplifting words to offer you, but I have no words at all.Heartwrenching. Chris Green October 25, 2016 at 2:14 PM Thank you for reading and leaving your thoughts with me Charmaine. I truly do appreciate your kindness always.