I Bleed Words Sometimes

Living Or Dying

Lucy Reynolds.



Every moment counts,

Every word,

Every touch,

Every promise,

Every breath counts.


Enjoy it while it lasts.


Life and its uncertainties…

You can never tell

This mystery is some vulgar, beautiful, wretchedness,

We have got to endure.


Loving empties us within.


We forget that we’re losing strength

We forget that it’s robbing us of our sanity

But we give in any way,

Just for those few stolen moments of bliss.


Temptation. Yes, we’re tempted to enjoy the temporary glory.


Forgetting the eternal damnation we are calling upon ourselves.


Life. Love. Misery.


I know not of any other way of living,

Or dying.

8 responses

  1. robertsonwrites

    Great free verse. Had me captured through the use of words throughout.

    November 13, 2013 at 1:23 am

  2. “I know not of any other way of living,
    Or dying.”

    Recently, when asked why I keep doing this to myself, I responded with almost exactly the same words.

    Where do you get your images from?

    November 27, 2013 at 5:46 pm

    • Aaah 🙂

      Pictures? Facebook really or I follow some artist whose work I like on flickr.

      November 27, 2013 at 6:04 pm

      • I see, thanks. I’ve been trying to add artwork with some of the pieces that I write, but things haven’t really been turning up. I should check out Flickr.

        November 27, 2013 at 8:20 pm

      • I’ll share a few artists with you on fb or twitter!

        November 27, 2013 at 8:21 pm

      • Please do, that would be awesome!
        Also, new post 🙂

        November 27, 2013 at 8:23 pm

      • Yes i saw the tweet! On it.

        November 27, 2013 at 8:23 pm

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