White coated red
Don't think it didn't hurt
I smile, my life a facade
What is life of retaliation?
I move bruised, but time is my mender.
White coated blue
Empty within, life circling but straight i walk.
A map, a compass in hand
I look purposeful right?
Sights can be deceptive they say.
The great depression relived.
Beige on white
A door to a house
Beautiful isn't it?
Don't enter the glitter?
No gold, just everything old
Dead within, smiles of flowers in the spring.#review
#poetry
#phareal
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Algophobia
The poet draws
Writing on the hard surface with his claws
Blood spilling
Droplets thrown away like a knife to targets
Pleasure
Irrespective of the hurt in his paws
His actions a CPR to those who relates
Replaying the awful to paint a piece
Opening and patching up old wounds with mouthful of sweets
Comfortable
But higher comfortless proximity
He draws a blueprints to this complexity of life
A duality of personality in painters of reality
Shedding light on red memoirs stored in darkness of the head
A tickling from the light is the reason for his suicidal bloodshed.
Pleasure in pain
Nothing else to gain
The writer's BDSM campaign
#phareal
#review
#poetry
The poet draws
Writing on the hard surface with his claws
Blood spilling
Droplets thrown away like a knife to targets
Pleasure
Irrespective of the hurt in his paws
His actions a CPR to those who relates
Replaying the awful to paint a piece
Opening and patching up old wounds with mouthful of sweets
Comfortable
But higher comfortless proximity
He draws a blueprints to this complexity of life
A duality of personality in painters of reality
Shedding light on red memoirs stored in darkness of the head
A tickling from the light is the reason for his suicidal bloodshed.
Pleasure in pain
Nothing else to gain
The writer's BDSM campaign
#phareal
#review
#poetry