Watch
Bloodwatch it run
through your fingers
to the floor
Blood
watch it run
crimson rivulets
to the door
Blood
watch it wash away
like it was never
there
watch it fade
like you fade
And watch it
disappear
Watch
BloodPoetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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Give till there's nothing left | 0 | 08/02/2009 |
Over and Over Again | 0 | 08/02/2009 |
Watch | 0 | 08/02/2009 |
Mask | 0 | 08/02/2009 |
An Ominous Fog | 0 | 06/24/2009 |
Bloodlust | 0 | 06/24/2009 |
Your Eye's | 0 | 02/27/2009 |
Corrupted Souls | 0 | 02/27/2009 |
And she wrote | 2 | 02/26/2009 |
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