Bleeding Poetry

Because blood isn't enough.

It’s nights like this -

All silent and serene,

That my mind shrieks

As I bleed rivers of poetry.

 

Words rip at my wrists

From the inside, outward

Like jagged pieces of a broken mirror,

Shattered by my tortured soprano.

 

Rhymes burn through me,

Acid flowing through my veins

As rhythmic tears stream down

Agony scorched cheeks.

 

Prose propels needle

After toxin tipped needle

Through each and every nerve,

Jolting twinge to each transition.

 

Then… the punctuation clots

With a sudden burst of sympathy,

And as the pain ebbs away

I can relish in numb rapture.

Author's Note

Because this is what happens when I pull an all nighter and am left alone with my thoughts.

Reviews

[Adreamer's Bluejay]

Thank you for being so honest with us as readers about what it means to you to be a poet. Thank you for capturing the true essence of what writing is to you and just how important it is to you and all who come across your words. I think this is a beautiful piece and it leaves an impact quite unlike any other. The word choice is absolutely stunning and the way your voice shines through every word is absolutely stunning. The flow is spot on and the style (as simple as it was) definitely kept the piece in tact. Great job.

phenomenally penned.

[Ashira Macy]

Thank you so much for your kind words, I am so glad you came across this one. Writing is truly one of the best outlets I have ever had, and I felt that I had to illustrate this. =)

[Arrinae]

Dark but wonderfully written. We all have moments where dark thoughts lead our actions. Sometimes it is for he better, others, for the worse. I think this piece was for the better, considering you did not hurt yourself in fact.

[Ashira Macy]

I never hurt myself, the emotions just rip at me sometimes. But writing is therapeutic.

[ron]

This reminds me of how I feel when I write my more emotional poems. You hit the nail on the head with this one.

[Ashira Macy]

Thanks so much Ron, glad you connected.

[ron]

Your most welcome Ashira.

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

WOW pure Genius I can relate.


As I bleed rivers of poetry.

Shattered by my tortured soprano.

Rhymes burn through me,


WOW is all I can say BRAVO!


thank you for sharing this Amazing piece.


Blessings. Benita/ kindred poet

[Ashira Macy]

Thank you so much Benita, I am so happy you liked it!

[Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet]

you're welcome. was a pleasure to read. Blessings. Benita/ kindred poet

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i feel this...it is like Mr, Hyde writing the poetry after Dr. Jeckyll had gone to bed...

the thoughts cut through us and we bleed poetry..."shattered by my tortured soprano"
i absolutely love that line.

[Ashira Macy]

I hadn't even thought of that connection, but you are so right, when one does away the other comes out to play in all of his chaotic, dastardly ways. I am so glad you liked this one Jacob!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

DAMN, I love this, I can so relate and I would hope all poets will… when writing is in your blood you either bleed it out in verse bleed to death in silence.

[Ashira Macy]

Thank you so much Cowboy, I totally agree!

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

You are most welcome.

[PloughBoy]

Words rip at my wrists... Very dark place to go to have to write, I would think, Ashira. But I also completely understand where you're coming from here. And, while I never cry while writing my own poems, I have on occasion been moved to tears by others I've read from different authors. It's what makes us human, I think.

Well done.

[Ashira Macy]

I don't often cry from my own words, and if I do it means that the piece is particularly close to how I am feeling, and less about the aesthetics, though I of course strive to make them as beautiful as my ability allows. Thank you my friend.

[Frieda P]

Oh love 'numb rapture' muchly better than comfortably numb. A tortured soprano indeed, anyone who's written poetry bleeds within your words. I love a poem about poetry, this is sheer perfection in capturing the mindset of a poet. Outstanding!

[Ashira Macy]

Oddly enough I think this is my first poem that makes any mention of poetry. It is a new favorite for me though. Thank you so much Frieda!

[Shapirta]

wow. its really good. I love the descriptiveness of it, and the idea. can you read 'the silver necklace' and revei it? I want to know what people think of it. your poem is really good.

[Ashira Macy]

Thanks so much Amy, and yes, I will take a look at it.

[Shapirta]

thanks a lot

[Bill O. Writes]

This is a fantastic piece. I used to pull all nighters all the time and the same thing wold happen with my mind too, although it's nearly impossible for me anymore to keep awake, lol. Get some sleep, thoughts like these can mend with some R&R :).

[Ashira Macy]

Haha thanks Bill I am glad you liked it. I am afraid I won't be getting any sleep for a while, I have class until 10PM tonight, so I imagine I will start to get delirious in a few hours. Should be a blast.

[Bill O. Writes]

Godspeed, Ashira lol

[micky]

I love this piece it is indescribable but in an amazing way. Well done ;p

[Ashira Macy]

Thank you Micky, I am so glad you liked it. =)