I love writing about how I feel or what I witness in the world. Sometimes if you look closer at thing you can see it for what it truely is |
Shadows of memories
Bleak and subtle...
Black blood on red ink
spilling, pouring, drizzled...
This poem is not written in the traditional way...
Watching the blood spill to the floor left her in...
Blood
Slowly pulsing...
Can you imagine a world with no hate
A city without crime...
"In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and is widely regarded as a bad move." |
While I watch the blood drip slowly to the ground the only question I have to ask is how can the pain be a symptom, but also a cure? |
How will you know |