Bleed

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Bleeding red
in between lines of blue;
the words I never spoke,
always written.

Sitting silent
spilling
intimate thoughts in cursive.

Keep my secrets close,
never share a word,
tell a soul; let me bleed.

Here with you.
Here in couplets and verses.

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Random Update No. 3

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Hello, amazing readers.

How are you? How’s life? Good, maybe great, I hope.

Time for another round of page updates (I make it sound like I am famous or something). But, I like to keep my readers in the know. As per my last update, I wanted to continue posting more poetry at least once a week (insert check mark) and work on long-form creative pieces, as well (don’t insert check mark).

Moving on forward,

I decided to focus on my poetry writing, on my same one-per-week basis (putting the long-form pieces on the side, for now). Also, I wanted to give a heads-up to my readers that I may miss a month of posts here or there, but that is because I’m trying to save up some pieces for my next batch of weekly postings.

So if you need more of me in your life, away from this site, add me on Twitter (here), Instagram (here), or e-mail me at vinnylanni23@yahoo.com to keep in touch. I always love to chat and connect with you, beautiful people.

I’m always open to feedback good and bad or just a stop-by hello. Thank you guys and girls for being you and following along with me and (hopefully) enjoying everything that I have posted up to this point and into the future.

Bye!

Blue-Grey Iris

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Credit: Isaiah Stephens

If she only knew how beautiful she looks;
how her grey-blue eyes turn different shades
of blue as tears drip down her face.

As much as I want to help,
I can’t comfort her;
I’m selfish. I can’t stand to see
her eyes turn back into a normal shade of gray.

I need her to cry, so I can
write words about her from a distance;
personify her beauty at her darkest moment.

I love to watch her eyes
speak of emotion through color.
Damn, I love her when she cries.

 

Body Paint

 

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Credit: Matthew Scherfenberg

I dip my finger into a coat of light blue,
color you like an April spring sky;
kiss your cheeks softly, turn them into
a faint shade of pink, the same
shaded color on your lips.

Following the curves of your body
down to the floor, I slowly stroke
a color of red-orange along your thighs,

and before we finish, I sit back and stare
at my fine artwork. I wash my canvas off in water,
watch the running colors puddle beneath you
as I admire your untouched immaculate beauty