I Bleed Words Sometimes

Blue

Lamentation

I have seen the face of selfishness,

It’s repulsive!

I have witnessed the image of unworthiness,

It fills me with disdain.

Every time I look at it, I’m consumed by the insatiable urge to tear it apart.

I look at how pitiful it is and I wonder, how?

How did this come to be? Who made you? What made you?

The answer was staring at me through the mirror.

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She’s So Ugly

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PC: Christine Wu

 

It’s amazing how we are quick to judge

And seldom slow to anger

How we make assumptions and then believe them to be true

How we make our opinions our God

And worship them, blindly, in the temple of our own minds

How we give ourselves more importance than we deserve

How we do NOT give people the respect they deserve

How we think we know best

When really we know nothing at all.

Our mirrors are dusty, just like our minds,

We don’t let the new wash over us

And we let cobwebs of preconceived notions ruin that which can be beautiful

Understanding can be beautiful

Being respectful of other peoples’ beliefs can be beautiful

Imperfections can be beautiful

Ugliness can be beautiful

When will we stop judging and start embracing?

Never.


Desolate

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People are desolate,
Lonely islands walking about,
They lay barren
In the wake of the destruction.

People are foolish,
Blinded,
By their own selfish desires,
Unheeding, they pass each other by.

People are people,
Consumed by the worry of what the future holds
Engulfed in the past,
Sweet irony.

People are desolate,
Lonely islands walking about,
Oh, how they lay barren!
In the wake of the destruction called Life.

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Artist For Both Pictures ~ Nigel Van Wieck


You Smell Of Memories

Saul Leiter

 

You smell of memories,

And when I’m with you,

The scent of sadness permeates the air,

Leaving me gasping for breath.

 

You smell of yearning,

You smell of lust,

You smell of longing,

You smell of thirst.

 

Darling, you smell of me.

 

Saul Leiter

Both PC: Saul Leiter

 

 


Too much

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Sometimes we love people too much,

Love is responsibility.

Love is ache waiting to be felt.

Love is a tragedy in the making.

Love is beautiful.

Love makes you do all the things you yourself wouldn’t approve of.

Love pushes you to the point that you do not recognize yourself.

And if that love is poison to someone.

It’s best to let it go.

Sometimes we love people too much to keep them in our lives.


A Gift No Joy Can Bring

Brett Walker

Sometimes sadness fills you up and the emptiness vanishes,

You’re friends with the wounding silence,

And tears do not seem like something you shed out of mere hope

That once this ordeal passes by, you’ll be fine.

But tears turn into the despondence of the one who has given up all hope,

And is no longer anxious, no longer worried, hence no longer concerned about the sorrow

Because, sometimes when sadness fills you, you do not feel hollow anymore,

And that’s a beautiful gift even joy can’t give.


It Takes Nothing

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It takes nothing…

It takes nothing for me to lose myself in you,

It takes nothing for me to melt away in your hold,

It takes nothing for me to be mesmerised by your sweet, velvet voice,

It takes nothing.

It takes nothing for me to go from loving you to despising your every breath,

It takes nothing for me to go from having you as my universe to shredding it to pieces,

It takes nothing for me to go from worshiping you to hating your every goddamn word,

It takes nothing.

You see… my love,

It takes nothing for me to go from being overjoyed by this life to being miserable and wanting it to end.

It really takes nothing.

I danced with joy in the rain today and then it saddened me.

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