My thoughts bleed
Through my pen to a blank sheet
Like slitting wrists vertically
Stain the floor from one accepting defeat
This ink leaks
Like a pricked finger
Dripping drops
Just as the ink percolates my thoughts
In blood I write the turmoil of one's broken heart
And taste the tears that run down the face from their pain
I speak of eventual relief of sorts
The rainbow after the thunderous booms and rain
As a cutter cuts to get the high of forgetting reality
I bandage the wounds with word gauze
Letting them know they aren't the only ones who suffer
Not the only ones not protected 100% by the government and its laws
I do my best to ease the peoples stress
As their blood and sweat taint my own troubles
Taking precedent over me is their duress
Even though taking on their monkeys just means the weight on my shoulders has more than doubled
But nonetheless
I take on their burden
Even when on their face shows strength
I cry out for them because inside I know they're hurting
My blood pumps through my veins
As blackness seeps through this writing utensil
And makes known no names
But brings forth the realness of all the aches of the people
My Thoughts Bleed
When one would rather stand on the corner begging
"I'll take any help, if you please"
Rather than jump out into moving traffic
Making suicide by autmobile their decree
My Thoughts Bleed
When laughter is no longer heard in a home
But weeps are heard just outside its doors on the streets
House was just forclosed
Family has taken to living in their car, must continue on
Rather that than give up all hope
My Thoughts Bleed
Another one has lost their job
Bills continue to pile up
Some were expecting an immediate turn around
But seems this recession just won't let up
My Thoughts Bleed
For drug addicts and their babies
For the dealers and killers and all who, touched by they, be
For the convicts, free felons, and all innocents
For the fight of our ancestors and the struggles of their decendents
My Thoughts Bleed
For the lonely and the left behinds
For those who feel like they're going out of their minds
For the depressed and downtrodden
For the played and manipulated, the suffering broken hearteds
My Bleeding Thoughts
Are not just my thoughts bleeding
They belong to these people who cry inside
Because relief seems to be no where nearer to them receiving
And since they are too busy not speaking but thinking
Bleeding out their pain in hopes of relieving
Then it is up to me to sing their grief
And take on the responisbility of taking from them
The blood that has been spilled, the tears that have been cried, the agony that has been realized
And make it so that it is
OUR THOUGHTS BLEEDING
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The PoetI love to write...period, point, blank. It is my form of meditation, an outlet for my deep contemplation...and simple reflection. Archives
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