These words,
Are written in blood,
My life,
My love,
My heart,
Now slowly beats,
All over this page,
Covering it in a crimson ink,
Which I now use to write this,
Scrawling with this lucid mixture,
I seal my heart,
To this pen,
To this paper,
Throwing all my feelings,
All my anger,
Hate,
Love,
Writing,
Of how I felt,
When I could feel,
I try to forget my pain,
By taking on others,
They say,
Time is all it will take,
But what is time,
When your dying as it passes by,
So with final words,
Written on this soaked parchment,
I seal my feelings,
Written in blood......
A contest entry
- Enter.... by Aalta.
610 points, ended December 12, 2009, 84 entries
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Comments
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blood soaked parchment... very dark and beautifully crimson... that is how I'll describe this poem as well ... dark and beautiful.
Thank you for sharing this....
-Aalta
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wow
this is very powerful and beautiful whoever this was written for should feel honored
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this is great i love it
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WOW
this is great i love it its really sad but it seems to be the truth i love the lines
Writing,
Of how I felt,
When I could feel,
I try to forget my pain,
By taking on others
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awe this is very sad. I know your angry but heart broken at the same time. I hope things get better for you. v.v
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