Long Bleeding Poems
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Mustafa - The unforgotten Saga
The betrayal had already begun;
The spells of an unwavering bond.
Ruptured has the membrane of fatherhood
Worthless, like blinded ‘Phthonus’ or ‘Laius’.
The destiny has carved the trap like a layman,
In my brimming youth that awaits to conquer.
Looked upon I am by my children and wives,
Did not heed to the web strengthened with steel and ‘brain’.
Doubtless was I on the future of my land,
Dreaming of my plans and expeditions.
A growing world beyond the territories that exist
A cradle I made for the future world.
I am not an offender, nor a victim
But a martyr, as, a peril for them.
The throne was wavering in ‘His’ last years
For a new era of women for good they say.
Known is the nobility for the desires and predatory.
It is never a choice but a mishap.
The scepter and the crown stained with blood and tears,
Alas! I have to beat the race with no mercy.
It is a promise and shield to my mother
It is a haven and heaven to the harem.
A stability that prospers the land,
A console and dream for the working lot.
The iron daggers and swords were worthless
But the cold eyes that were unbothered
Realizing the power and ambition in them
Dead I am already, succumbed to the ‘fate’.
Bleeding are my wounds ensuing a terrible battle,
The mind, the body and the soul couldn’t linger.
The sourness and salty tears that defeated me-
The thought of an ending stage of conspiracy.
Tore my heart apart the pain that was induced
My father – Suleiman the magnificent, my own father
Executing the plan in hostile was he, on his own dream.
The burrows that were dug can’t burry,
The hope and the love I had seeded.
The sharp lamenting cries and the prayers I heard,
Paved the path and open the gates of ‘Jannah’ for me.
Sandhya T.P.
Solitude, a house no longer a home
Filled with empty promises and scorched hope.
A blood-soaked cape, threadbare and torn, draped atop a shattered shield,
Shards strewn across hollow rooms.
What was a fortress has been reduced to rubble and ruin.
Lying amongst the destruction is a failed hero,
Gasping for oxygen under the spiked boot of oppression.
Haunting laughter bellows through the despondency:
"Did you think anywhere was safe from my grip?"
My parasitic paranoia has infected all sanity.
Don’t you see that you can’t win against fear and hatred?
It breeds and festers within the confines of tainted hearts.
All it takes is one minuscule seed to set the world ablaze.
Now you’re the villain in their eyes, and I am the saviour,
Crushed, broken, and bleeding under my rule.
But I won’t kill you—no, that would be too easy.
I will make you watch, helpless and pleading,
As I reshape this pathetic world into my image.
I cannot write what I do not feel.
I cannot feel what I do not know.
To write without passion
is to kneel at the nameless grave and weep,
to mourn the soil and not the dead,
to beg meaning from dust
and call it poetry.
I lie on the floor of my bathroom
just to feel the weight of my bones.
Cool tile against warm flesh,
as if the divide between body and ground
might spark something
some rebellion of thought
against the white noise of nothing.
I scroll the blank screen,
cursor blinking like a flatline.
There is no pulse,
no poem.
And still I return
no better than the hand
that finds comfort in the bottle,
each stanza a swig,
each line a confession.
I only write when I’m bleeding.
I only bleed when I’m empty.
Deceiving heads plot as one: while loved ones suffer unknown to them
She lies to retain her wealth and comfort, I Instead keep my booze and cocaine.
Sad, She will grow knowing nothing of truth, her true identity.
As the lies grow bigger, the truth fades further away.
Like Mom, eyes blue and bright, but skin and hair, dark and familiar.
Never looking the part she's cast to play,
knowing only her parent's deceptive script.
Director's Cut:
She sees similar faces, yet, different.
Unable to discern her real truth.
For a Mother's Request, Denying my seed.
Conspiring to keep secret, our fertile debauchery.
Forever, bleeding inside, from the course of our actions.
Purely Fictional Poem
Robin Hood, 2020
Out of Sherwood Forest,
here me come!
To run for President,
I am the one.
A brazen thief, to sweep
your 401k's clean!
And overburden worker
birds with high taxes,
after all...
I am the King of Mean!
.
With hatred shall you see the
feathers of other birds of a
different color.
I have pitted some of you who
fly....
Writing "BIRDISM"across the
skies and blame my fellow runner.
Victimhood, yes, may it be our
rallying cry!
.
Of course, the poor will never
see the money!
It's only for govermental
workers in fine offices,cushy
and plenty sunny.
I know how to squeeze your
bleeding hearts,
In order to conjure up hatred for
your fellow birds with any money!
Beware, then, my deadly,poison
political, razor sharp arrows!
Lest you fall,like millions of other,
unaware, braindead sparrows!
"You were created to form your
own nest."
That's the lies my opponent crows!
The gall~why he reads from a
defunct book, the Bible, no less.
But I say, pass all your freedoms,
and all seeds over to me.
The sweat of your brow belongs
to humanity, not to thee!
One bird, one vote!
R. Hood
July 31,2019
3:30 pm PST
Form:
I long to taste the softness of stardust,
like quivering ink of an artist,
weaving warm colors from maple moonlight;
draped in grief, drenched in evanescent light.
O chrysalis heart, healing in silence,
let whispers of autumn be your guidance,
when black butterflies on dahlias unfold~
death of a muse, carved in cinnamon gold.
There, in the garden of thistles and thorns,
you’ll find the essence of a rose that mourns,
as petals spill bleeding scars of the sky,
while crimson clouds of cocooned crickets sigh.
So listen as the russet reveries~
collide with melancholic memories..
I had gone to this spot to pray
on a mid-afternoon street in the city
so busy the cars rarely make time to drive
as they sit for hours and hours on end
where I got the vague sense of familiarity
commonly experienced cloud-watching
when you see a single cloud, all alone,
way way up in the endless sky you just know
is about to change forms from a beach-ball
to an elephant then into an elephant balancing
a beach-ball at the tip of its trunk
before the sun swallows the whole dang circus whole
right before a thunderstorm rolls in
to remind you that without a dang umbrella
- of potential spots you could have come to -
this particular spot is good a pick as any;
so I sat down on the spot and crossed my legs
like a proud Native American
(or disgusting American hippie, depending)
pulling a squished ham sandwich bleeding
mayo and mustard into its proper plastic body bag
from my back-hip pocket and in one bite
swallowed the whole dang thing whole just in time
for the 2:30pm metro bus to repay the favor
to my forehead, which does feel better, thanks, God,
but you’re an a-hole for even asking.
5/28
These feelings I harbor so deep down in my heart and soul
The ones I've tried so hard to just ignore
My present and future time is not my own because my emotions have taken control
They've come back from my past with a vengeance and want to settle the score
They won't release their hold and I don't know where they are taking me
The plot here now thickens
The place I'm at now I don't want to be
Emotions and feelings are running high and it's extremely wicked
I had you back for a brief moment in time
I thought I'd finally again seen the light
There goes life again screwing with my mind
Now my soul's on an endless flight
Long ago I thought I'd put you and your memory far behind
but my heart still finds you when I close my eyes at night
I'm lying here on the floor for you I'm always bleeding
One can only bleed so much and for quite sometime my time here as it's known is tickin'
Leaving me here to die this way is so very wicked
Don't you know by now you are the one who has me completely spellbound
You have me so trapped by your love, that your side is where I'm chained and I don't want
them breaking
In your arms is the only place I so long to be found
Are you just going to leave me here forsaken
I'm trying hard not to make a sound
Even if my soul is what you keep taking
And there's my heart still laying on the ground
Can't you yet clearly see
Or has she got you turned that far upside down and twisted so much it has you sickened
She will never be able to every love you like me
And to you it's so frightenly wicked
I'm right here in this same place still screaming out your name
Even though she's holding you everyday
I gave you my love and unlike her I never gain it in vain
So will it end up being you or her who's left walking away
Because it will happen just the same as it did with her before because all she's doing to you
is playing a game
Try looking each other in the eyes to tell I love you to the other bet you just can't find the
words to say
You and I however, did it before
But no words needed to actually be spoken because as we looked into each others eyes to
you my heart listened
Please on us don't once again just close the door
Don't do that yet another time to me just because she's the one with whom is so
Dementally wicked
no halos on these heads
just their undesirable traits.
cold charm —
the smile that sells you peace
while moving the knife
with their eyes closed.
born without fear —
they don’t flinch,
they don’t wake up sweating,
success is never looking back.
instrumental empathy —
they understand feelings
the way a locksmith understands doors.
surgeons their impulsivity —
where risk tastes like oxygen,
consequences are somebody else’s bill.
you meet them at the counter.
corporate executives
talking “efficiency”
to faces they won’t remember.
politicians
shaking hands,
forgetting names,
promising favors like coins.
lawyers
translating pain into strategy,
winning clean,
sleeping fine even after seeing
the most horrific
photographs during the course of
a trial.
police officers
calling it procedure
when innocence people are routinely
shot and self preservation
is the seed of dark lies.
emergency-room surgeons
steady hands, quiet hearts—
you want them that way
until you don’t
consequences are somebody else’s bill.
media hosts and influencers
preying on the endless white trash
manufacturing outrage,
selling certainty,
never bleeding, cherry picking.
the test doesn’t call them evil.
it calls them obtuse and effective.
and the public keeps showing up,
child like trust in hand,
learning to late
what their trust has cost them.
why are they not tested in advance,
saving lives and millions of dollars in advance?
We Didn’t Just Merge Frequencies
(Poem Type: Lyric or Free Verse)
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Verse 1 – Spoken, low & deliberate
We didn’t just merge frequencies —
we remade constellations,
spat in the face of fate,
then redrew the sky
with bleeding hands
and crooked halos.
We changed the story mid-sentence.
Ripped pages out of history
and set them on fire —
just to feel the warmth
of our own mythology.
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Chorus – Sung with slow-burning fury
Oh love, we are no saints —
but still we rise,
truth-torn and holy
in each other’s eyes.
Call it sin, call it song —
we were right all along.
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Verse 2 – Spoken/Sung hybrid
We danced with gods
who didn’t know our names.
We seduced the demons
who did.
We drank from the chalice of madness
and kissed
with apocalypse on our lips.
We didn’t just make love —
we made a new religion
out of ruin and rhythm.
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Bridge – Cosmic Manifesto
We didn’t just merge frequencies —
we remade constellations.
We changed the narrative,
rewrote history,
danced with gods and demons
until the sky forgot their names.
We destroyed, then rebuilt.
We are gurus of galaxies,
inventors of irony,
evaders of evolution,
testimonies of trauma —
honest and true.
We didn’t whisper our truth —
we roared it into the void.
And the stars blinked back.
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Final Chorus – Bigger, Rawer, Louder
We didn’t just merge —
we redefined gravity.
We wrecked what was written
and built what could be.
Love like this doesn’t end —
it echoes eternally.
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Outro – Whispered/Spoken Fade-Out
Honest.
And true.
We didn’t survive the fire…
We became it.