Best Bad Blood Poems

Blue blood, red blood, royal blood, good blood...
Bad blood.

My investigations into blood,
The brifest of forays into science.
Disect the subject,
Swift, swift cuts.
You wont feel a thing.

Dripping onto the carpet,
My circumstantial scientific evidence.
Specimens and evidence,
Evidence and specimens.

Crisp dry blood,
Crack, crack with movement.
Heals over,
Just like new.

My body is...

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MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE - Bad Blood
I should have known, her poor dear face so white
but love is love and Paris weaves its' spell
and easy came my mark, there on that night
she bared her neck, and ready, I could tell;

just as my teeth closed closely to her...

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Social injustices can affect so many

A hand to grasp to hide & hold
Set on fire to its oratory fragrance...

The streets were fought for territorial rights;
Out of negotiations with a long line of strife
The gangs outside were very mean & controlling,
Their territory was grueling etched in...

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I put my lips to his cheek 
Reminded me of winter time, not ice cold
Without warmth yes, but with texture
hard to the touch like a rubber glove on a rock

Thoughts will never leave me
Sad thing is this is the memory that stands out most
Not the...

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You shoot me then blame me for pointing the gun.

You stab me then insist that I carve the meat.

You drown me but expect me to breathe

You spit on my memory then ask it to forgive.

You want control of my life or you don't want me...

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A dark shadow was shivering,
Holding a knife with a dripping blood on right hand.
Black eyes started to see dim things,
Made her feel even better and stronger.

Multiple wounds on man’s body,
A luscious smile after taking his breath.
Felt the rush moving through her veins,
Said she’s not pretty...

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How did I get caught up in the middle of this mess?
I thought that you all knew that love comes first-
Before money, before power, before having the last word-
My heart is filled with pain enough to burst.

I know your anger's justified, you think the other's...

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From the north to the south the east to the west
I strive to be at my best
I might be the wisdom from the north
The joy from the south
I might be the sun from the east 
And the best from the west 
But I still have...

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the hole in the street
is a gaping wound
it’s been here
for two months
now
the walls in the house
groan and ache
as the front yard
hides in shadows
the night is an ocean
set in front of me
while sitting at my laptop
i hear a pattering sound
i open the door
and look outside
to see...

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