A Poem For You Dear Friend.


You Who Bleed

Little Flower, you who bleed
Teardrops where the spiders feed,
Purple razors cutting curtains to the sea
Stripping azure leis from waves through frothing foams
Butterflies singing seaweed songs of loss and Death~
Your father's soul lies buried there in a sailor rum green bottle
Somewhere does he pay the price for the innocence stolen raw,
Your mermaid mother who carved scalpels into your unbelted dreams
With her beautiful voice of song and the black dark scars she left you,
Preserves herself in unholy lists of characters, black mass inverted crosses,
Go live in your midnight meadows gamin child of the streets
Living sacrifice of life lost friends and killing blades gone wrong,
Opening limbs like petals to the Light no human mind may steal away
The years of madness and pain filtering books of imagination turn like pages
Telling stories of sweetness of horror and deep, deep wells too dark to see
Roots of madness recede
Teardrops where the spiders feed
Little Flower, you who bleed







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Written on 2015-05-31 at 20:40

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very beautiful and written with love. The imagery is striking and the sentiment warm :)
2015-06-03


Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
Words born from a sensitive and compassionate heart. I feel sure your friend will be moved by them. A pleasure to read.
2015-06-01


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
These words hold a heart .. mine, being one of them to be precise... beautiful, and with much emotion that the one described in these words can understand .. no doubt about it.... it's all truly warming to me.... your writing is always taking.... thanks *hugs* xx
2015-06-01



This is very nice work.
Very different in the take and imagery:)
I love it and I'm sure your friend will be delighted:)
2015-05-31

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Little Flower
by Chaucer Whethers