blood

Expression. My father has always said "You must talk about things or else no one knows and nothing gets solved."

A simple thing, which when a kid seems pointless but it is far from it, something I learnt the hard way.

So with that in mind, a personal poem about what it is to write from my own point of view.

Blood Trails

Dark strawberry wine scrunches
then dashes like ignited gun power.

Hands traced, the droplets drip
stain the white crisp sheets

in the wake of a child’s suppressed tongue.

Not quite sure where this came from. Pretty much the result of wandering fingers on the keyboard on the subject of writing poetry.

Raw Meat

Butchery.
Blood stained aprons
meat and bone.
Steel breaks, separates,
bangs like gunshots.
White now corrupt
They buy
savour the taste.

A quick doodle on expression inspired by the different colour attributes of blood.

We live day to day uneventful but it is those hard times in our lives where we stand to have the potential to find ourselves, if it doesn't kill us first.

Blood

Blue as hypothermia
silent as thought
naught is sort or found
given or lost.
Piped and forgotten blood runs
in the veins of rats
while Prometheus bound
Opens a wound
Watches thick supple red
Bleed the words
Held beneath the lips.