Short Bloodstains Poems
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Sad years lay hidden in the crusted ochre bloodstains of rusted tears.
11/8/2016
submitted to – The Rusted Gate – Poetry Contest
Slit skin
Blue vein
Silence in a room shut in
Cutters pain
Mercy for an end
Over and over again
End just to begin
Angels and bloodstains
Heaven's trade in
One dying wish
-e.g.
You speak to me in romantisized words
-as vivid as bloodstains on snow-
words I would die to forget
-but we'll both always know-
there was and is something
-in a place that we will never go.-
Form:
Mother Mary weeps for her children; her tears are soul-ambrosia.
Skirmishes and wars have taken their toll; innocents are slaughtered.
Her tears wash away the bloodstains; her guidance, gives hope.
I grieve bloodstains upon your heart
I bleed out red dread of angsty art
Angry as a shark of envy…
Seeking prey viciously
In love with catastrophe
Grief-stricken drastically…
Paint your skies red wine, exceedingly RED
Toiling, vermillion souls fed upon it instead
In the attic, above wooden floor,
through the hallway of psychotic, locks upon my door,
near the broken window and glass of the sore,
hiding in the shadows,
bloodstains on the wall.
Number nine,
house at the end of the street,
where lights are low,
where silent never sleep.
Form:
Terribly frightened.
Someone’s looking…
Just wanted to shout
But she keeps on moving.
She floated in air
Faceless as she walked in
I’m flaunting to faint
Paused and screaming.
Swirling eyes
Bloodstains on her dress
An incredible fear!
Her face is suppressed.
Now I am writing,
Shaking my hands.
She’s right at my back
Reading my write.
Sinners are winners,
and vice-versa
Killing the willing
and you don’t wash your hands
Doing bad ‘cause you’re sad
such bulls***, I say
We are sadists and masochists
just because we like to be
Practicing pain in bloodstains
on your carpet of lies
Sexing and hexing
is all wicked fun
What a shame is life’s game
but I just can’t stop
Living.
Where tears are all she knew,
and from this day forward she flew..
to be no more; she mourns
simple white roses,
tangled and torn
in her golden hair that poses
her crown of thorns
bloodstains that disclosures
her angelica face of bedlam dreams
so torn to be free, oh so free
angels fall sometimes even cry
and maybe just maybe angels die....
Brooke Dylan 2014
Forty-eight years ago
JFK died.
If you were living then,
You must have cried.
TV ran on and on –
Pink hat and shots;
Oswald and Ruby
Connecting the dots.
Bloodstains on Jackie,
The LBJ pledge;
All of America
Sitting on edge.
John John saluted,
The widow in black.
Innocence ended
And never came back.
Each twenty-second
The month of November,
Those moments flash back
And I pause to remember.
Forgive me Father for I have sinned,
for being born with you to begin,
its been a long time since my last confession,
I don't wont your blessing,
lies and resurrection.
I don't believe in love, I don't believe in faith,
cant stand my own kind,
humble in hate,
I don't believe in truth, I don't wont to be saved,
erase me from your list,
buried, unmarked,
graved.
Abused as a child,
bloodstains of a man,
only shovel awaits,
forgive me if you can.
Mirror hanging on the wall
Bloodstains in my eyes
Pain in my blood stream
Guilt in my soul
My head buried in my hands
Torment pierce my inner skin
Heart beat of anxiety
And breathe of frustration
Laughter filled with anguish
A smile of disappointment
Thought of negativity
A road to an unknown destination
A twisted soul, an empty head
A heart swallowed in hatred
An empty vase filled with memories
Dark secret lies in shade of speech
The corner of the room
Is as dark as night itself
There is where I find my comfort
There is where my pain will be rescued
For in this corner is a table
And on this table is a knife
On this knife is many bloodstains
From previous actions that have occurred
Slice once, it stings only a little
Slice again, ahh the pain is such a relief
Slice a third time, oh watch how the blood comes out
DRIP!
DRIP!
DRIP!
Oh watch how the blood comes out