The Way I Bleed

The Way I Bleed

A Poem by Cordell

a moto i made up that expresses my passion in poetry...

Cut me up and read my blood, read every drip which is a single letter in the alphabet. A pile is a sentence a puddle is a story, there's never been a moment I've experienced glory. Not a moment where I could just hold my breath and relax, exhale, or enjoy a moment of silence. So I write it, describe it, and drive it into my veins, in my soul a tattoo covering me whole... again. Writing my pain for the world to read, poetry is a way for me bleed. The way I bleed...

© 2013 Cordell

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Added on March 13, 2013
Last Updated on March 13, 2013




Been writing poetry since 1992! It was a project for high school and ever since I loved it! My poems tend to be more gothic, and about suicide and depression and the darkside of life. Sometimes there .. more..

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