your wrists are
candy wrappers
tied with tissue paper.
bleed slow,
my angel.
bleed out,
be free.
sandbox grains
make castles from
such little particles
and you will too.
bleed slow,
my angel.
bleed out,
be free.
clouds have shapes
like puddles on the ground
that you'll soon splash in.
bleed slow,
my angel.
bleed out,
be free.
This comforts me. I am no angel, but am born of that sandbox that wishes to create something grand.
ReplyDeleteBut you have! Quiet Commotion is a masterpiece!
DeleteThis is grim my cheerfull friend....
ReplyDeleteI realy like it!!! Good fricken poem!!
I may have to write one to this pic though
I hope you do! :-) I found it after I got done writing. Anime just seemed appropriate.
DeleteThe pic fits it perfect
DeleteAh, good work. Mantra was employed perfectly.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jack :-)
DeleteI find this beautiful and surprisingly comforting. Awesome write, Ben!!!!!!
ReplyDelete"...clouds have shapes
like puddles on the ground
that you'll soon splash in..."
Ahhhhhh, words in the perfect order!!! xo
:D Always honored when you like my words!
Deletethis was colorful and creepsville. i like the candy wrappers flavoring the front end. fun write.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite part was that too :-)
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