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I thought my blood was turning silver
but the other day I cut my finger
and it was just as red as always.
They say that the closer to your heart
the blood is, the darker it gets.
Its almost black, down there
where your soul sleeps and stirs—
when it erupts into the air, the darkness
is blinded and turns the color of fire.
Sometimes I wonder if
our creator sewed symbols and irony
into our bodies
with a half sarcastic smile—
or was it us, looking at our own shallow skin
and the strange dark insides
who first laughed
and realized beautiful
is almost always an oxymoron?
- by glassfalconer |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 02/14/2010 |
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- Title: Blood Irony
- Artist: glassfalconer
- Description: I hope everyone enjoys this poem. Its one of my shorter works, and my first submission here. :)
- Date: 02/14/2010
- Tags: blood irony poetry poem
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