My fingers rubbed against the surface of glass,
and it shattered before my hands.
I watched as it welcomed my skin with an open
demise that would've made the strongest weep,
but there I stood carefully, quietly, consistantly,
staring as the blood rushed and how my breath my
soft but there I watched the blood flow.
My thumb and middle finger twitched as the glass devoured
every portion of my skin now painted with a bronze red,
a red that I watched flow out of my skin so soft and settle.
I watched it flow,
and my hand made a fist,
more gushing,
like a beautiful bloody waterfall that creeps out
of a human being and I smile,
I'm a work of art.
Blood is art in a way but, not for me. I beleve it should stay in the body and not be panted with.
Has a gory theme but with a way about it. Too bad people cut to find love and feeling.
this was AWESOME! ! ! creative.....true....blood is pretty (x......& it is art....i LOVED this^-^ 23000+++
I love this one too! Blood really can be beautiful. I sliced open my knuckle once (on accident: D) and after I stopped cursing, I just sat down and watched the blood flow. It was actually wuite pretty. :) But I love the descriptive imagery in yours!
Dear Ms Collins, This poem is beautiful. Such imagery and imagination you have. I feel that you put effort and spirit into this and that is what makes a poem good. The essence of poetry is not just a collection of words but how you use them. You've used them in this poem well. Excellent Work, Tyease. -Comrade Wes
Wow, such creativity here. And the title wows me endlessly.. like your descriptions.
that is amazing, its very true and honest. i know exactly what that is like but i dont think i have ever looked at it as art before. awsome job. i love it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice job 10+.............