In My Blood

Who I am

  

 

Running through my blood

Are many a spices

That’s brings out

My wild side.

 

Hidden in my blood

Are traces of vinegar

Resulting from times

I couldn’t control my anger.

 

Coursing through my blood

Are bits of gold and silver

From the love I’ve bestowed

And sometimes received in kind.

 

Clogging up my blood

Are shards of broken glass

From many betrayals

Of those I blindly trusted.

 

This is my blood

That journeys through a heart

That somehow continues to beat

Even when my will and reason

Is _____________________

 

        Flat Lined…

 

Reviews

[rubydreamer]

Hey, that's clever! A great statement! Excellent theme choice, I haven't seen something quite like that before. I must make a nit-picky correction though....

"Running through my blood
Are many a spices
*That's brings out*
my wild side"

Grammatically incorrect... x3 "That bring out" should be used. Yep yep. Otherwise, I like the boldness of it.

[Sorry Infamous]

Wow, smart. Sharp like a whip crack. Mush enjoyed by me.

[N. N. Grainger]

wow if all that is in your blood you need some medical attention


clever write well done

[Emily B]

creative and clever . . .

[Kathryn Star, Shine!]

I enjoyed the passion in your writing. Concluded to "Flat line" which I think we all come against from time to time. Elements of gold and silver made this work stronger as we go through our lives and they are different, and so are the changes in our life time. Loved your work, look forward to reading more. Be well. K

[Melon Choly]

Wow, what an ending....abruptly, suddenly, without warning like you've hit a brick wall and have no where to turn.

But I love the poem, each of us individually "spiced" up, a different "flavor", that's what makes us all unique.

You will find your sugar...or spice...and then have everything nice, after all, that's what us girls are made of :)

[Angelic Darkness]

You didn't send this as a request, but wanted to read it:).
This is the raw side of one who knows his soul, yet keeps much
hidden. There is strength to survive, yet a vulnerability that speaks
as well. Good job Dale:)

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[bluessadmood]

Oh lovely words..
My blood runs like gold,from the so much love i ve given and received in kind
With my blood run shards of broken glasses from betrayal of ones I blindly trusted
I really loved those words,but i still say ,just give so much love for free
and dont expect any in return,such is a beautiful soul..I know so much evil lurks
on all sides,they will never let you be,but a beautiful soul and mind is so immune
even to all the ugliness in the world around us..just loved your words..dreamy
lovely write..

[closed account]

oooh wow,, this was brilliant, a very well thought out and creative
write, the thought of all these things that goes though you blood
that pumps your heart and yet you feel flatlined was amazing,
I can relate to this poem at times when I just feel so terrible inside
yet I keep on living!! geat job..

[Honey]

I really love this poem. Flow is excellent, and I love the idea of one's blood carrying their memories. Good job!

[Anastasia Starlena]

Wow excellent control of the flow here. I loved the way you brought out truthful honesty that is painful but still helps drive home a point. Great job.