Woden GivesWoden gives to those that takeWoden Gives1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
blood for blood in walking flesh
a gift of wisdom for seekers’ held
the wheat shall sift from grain
and chaff is more a dirty word
it’s kith for kin in our own world
children young and withered old
a hunger for and a thought about
the spinning wheel inside the circle
that turns about throughout all ages
faith and family and Blood and Gods
it is the cycle of our lives
no more schemes and no more violence
our Fate is in our hands.
Why I StartedInner demons are dangerous…Why I Started4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
They never really leave you
And now that I have a year under my belt
I can’t help but wonder why I started.
So I stopped and thought…
I want back to that fateful day
When I first picked up the scissors
And took them to my body,
Hunting for blood…
As the weeks turned into months
The marks grew more frequent, deeper
And I found myself getting hooked
On the high it gave
What was that high…
I know why I started now,
Why the scissors turned into a razor blade
And the marks became permanent scars,
Their story forever written on my body.
I realised what triggered it all,
What made me hurt myself…
I didn’t feel anything…
I smiled, yet felt no joy
I cried, yet felt no sorrow
I screamed, yet felt no rage
I couldn’t feel anything!
Why can’t I feel anything!?
So, I made myself feel something.
That’s why I started
And that’s why I couldn’t stop.
Why it still haunts me…
Because I still don
Blood boneDroplets of acid, land on my face.Blood bone1 week ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Burn's deep through the layers of,
My inescapable sadness.
Even burning through my zygomatic
Bone, doesn't stop my lingering sorrow.
Of sheer lunacy loneliness.
It's apart of me,
This madness that I call home.
The blood chill,
Living within my muscle and bone.