Arthur Vaso Poet Light Verse

Not Fragile

I measure time now in heartbeats
When I hold open a door, I treasure the smile
Humanity, me or all of you, I do not know
I know I am walking the last mile

So now knife in hand
I cut a hole in my heart
Crimson blood flows like ink
To empty pages below

Yes I write with blood
Of tales long gone
Dreams yet to be
Of travels longed overseas

This crazy heart
Drained of life and bodily fluids
Black and deadened
Ugly as the sins once committed

Once I was crazy on you
When sunny days seemed round the bend
Now my thoughts linger, caressed along a sleek pen
A poets thoughts, drowned in his own blood

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Lucilla Carrillo May 23, 2014 at 8:42 PM This is kind of morbid, but very good. There was a song once in Spanish - when I die it will be your promise to write our love story with ink blood from your heart. As always a great poem. Blessings always ... Lucilla Arthur Vaso May 23, 2014 at 9:17 PM Thank you, I am told I do morbid very well!! :)

Gina Montalbo May 18, 2014 at 2:17 PM Waste not one drop for the blood will flow again trough your viens and smiles will shower you... Gina... Smiles and hugs. Arthur Vaso May 23, 2014 at 9:16 PM Thanks so much, I wrote this listening to a song, and I hid the title in the poem, nothing to do so much with the poem, just a bonus!! LOL Can you guess?

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser May 5, 2014 at 4:01 AM mmmmmn... im alternating my reads on your writes.. :D and can't help but to observe that the past 4 you have written there's always a blood in it.. :D , 2nd paragraph i love the image it create,, olive :) Arthur Vaso May 5, 2014 at 5:14 PM haha yes these last ones were bloody Beautiful!!!!!

Lucilla Carrillo May 3, 2014 at 7:33 PM Another awesome write. Someone has to stop the bleeding of your heart. About walking the last mile - I think a lot us us are... Lucilla Arthur Vaso May 5, 2014 at 5:13 PM muchas gracias, eres muy hermosa, hope all is well with you!!!

Cherl Dunn May 3, 2014 at 6:08 PM Love the dark content in this write, it leaves a stillness within ones blood, the best line is the blood used as ink dripping on the empty page, a thrilling ride in the world of the dead great job on the evil intent. cheri Arthur Vaso May 5, 2014 at 5:08 PM Hello Cherl, thank you, you were one of the first to see my "Poe" side :)

Aiyah Torres May 2, 2014 at 10:51 AM this is so unique, superb..very well written masterpiece!!.. drowning in our own blood, that's heavy! ...well done, Vaso!!! ..me, I love drowning in a bowl of soup everyday (silly).. lol... GOOD JOB!!! Applause to that!! :O)) ..oxox..~~Aiyah ~~~ Arthur Vaso May 5, 2014 at 5:09 PM Very kind of you, and about the soup, I couldn't agree more, in fact look at "walking is good for you" I decided to write some light poetry! :)

Brooke Dylan May 2, 2014 at 7:53 AM Wow Arthur... that was a wild ride my friend.. love the imagery in this poem.. you are a true poet. In-depth read.. so nice to meet you Brooke Arthur Vaso May 5, 2014 at 5:07 PM How much do I owe you? Thank you so much!

Casarah Nance May 2, 2014 at 6:02 AM Yo, I was starting to swoon then you went to the dark side, oh man you are a poet and you are fiddling with my heartstrings. That deserves a red velvet macadamia nut cookie for it red like the blood you spill and the nuts cuz you are kinda a nut, :) (in a good way) Arthur Vaso May 5, 2014 at 5:03 PM I was fiddling with something for sure! I seem to always end up on the dark side of the moon!