Tag Archives: blood

Ghost

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I am just a ghost.

Transparent.

Silent.

Still.

Dead and gone.

Feeling your

Warm lips upon my cheek

I come alive.

Blood pumps and I exhale.

Flesh

In color now;

Reanimated.

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We

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Realizing we,

Trembling in touch.

A power conscious

Brought us here,

Unimagined in the human mind.

A seeing beyond

Blood and bone,

A realization.

Every step,

Change of mind,

Everyone ever known

All flowing

In the knowing

To keep all of this going;

Our paths to meet.

Defy

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Defy your fears.

Take courage of heart

And

Rise.

Lift yourself up and out,

Into the sunlight.

Rest there as long as you need

Feeling heat upon skin;

Breathing air into the neglected depths

Of your lungs.

Here you will feel once more

The blood beating through your veins.

Remember yourself.

Listen. There is your heart song.

Allow yourself to weep,

Allow yourself to sing.

One, two , three inhale and roar.

One, two, three take a chance and soar.

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I was taught to

Swallow my tears.

Keep them within,

Becoming bloated with grief.

My blood saturated with salt

Until

Solidified

Heart so heavy

And lungs drowned with self inflicted water,

I could no longer stand.

I could not absorb oxygen needed to keep warm nor fully breathe,

Could not pump blood through my own veins to live.

Not knowing that to cry was such strength

For those surrounding me

Saw it,

Claimed it as

Victory;

A winning of some kind to break another more than yourself.

I still cry in the dark.

I never said I was perfect.

It Starts With One

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It starts with one mind.

It starts with one heart.

To become love

And let go of anger.

And there the one shares with

Another.

Let go of judgements of strangers.

Then the two become the four

And exponentially

We let go.

Embrace anew

As love recognizes hate

No more.

Alter the tide.

What becomes reality for one

Becomes the reality

For

The Sum.

….

Let not your eyes deceive you

As you look in the mirror.

The blood that we shed

Is no other color

But red.

*originally published January 2015 @choleintodiamonds*

Owl

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The wise old owl
Sits upon the branch

And turns his head to look at me

As I approach.

In the moment we lock eyes

I am aware of more than

Can be put into words;

There in my heart and mind.

We are all of time in 

Physical form,

Blood and bones.

And the wise owl knows this

 As he says everything to me

Though he does not speak.

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Why did you have to tear me open

Today?

I was just looking at how fine

Some of these hurts have healed up.

You thought you might make me bleed

Blood red like you

But upon a closer look,  you

Found untamed wildness, stars and

Feathers leaking into the sky from my

Skin.

Now I am laughing. I am such an unknown

Substance even to myself

And now

You are blind.

Find me with your other senses.

We may crawl. We may walk, swim or fly

With this unhindered madness.