Monday, 6 June 2011

Red


There's a place
in my heart
that cannot
hurt anymore

Deep
in my heart
where colour
runs red

I try to colour
between
the lines
but
I'm blinded
by the past

The past
never changes
I'll hang onto it
a little longer
painting by
numbers

Trying
to colour
between
the lines
painting love
blood red
© Rose

12 comments:

  1. I like the last: "painting love blood red". :)

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  2. I like this. I feel you chopped up your lover.

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  3. Gnome!!! Wonderful to see you again:)
    I toyed with different shades of red and then thought to give it a twist:)
    thanks for dropping in!

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  4. Rachel,
    *chuckles* Thanks and yes perhaps you read between the lines! It did
    come to mind:)) Sort of bloody valentine-ish ...:))

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  5. How we suffer in the name of love! This feels like a silent revenge!!

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  6. Ygraine,
    Oh indeed we do! Revenge is a dish better served cold - but rage is never tame *chuckles* (in a high pitched psychopathic way) :)

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  7. Upendra Shukla,
    Thank you.

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  8. Love has bitten us deep sometimes and severed the heart. Creating a wound that can only heal in the future, not in the past.

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  9. Daniel,
    Love hurts sometimes but it is worth the risk! Yeah :)

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  10. nice poetry :-)




    this heart space
    no longer feels
    spreads numb agony
    through the whole

    my blind caress
    of simple sinews
    present as past
    compounded red

    I bleed and breathe
    open and accepting
    new life seeping
    through the cracks

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  11. Paul,
    I like that so much. thank you :)

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