Mermaid

By Blood Saga




i am. . .


.




broken skin and
cracked lips.
. . .like the cracking sidewalk
thats been stepped on
far to many times. . .


[fix me]

.


make me better than
i am.
trace my veins. . .
so that i might find my heart
again.


. . .



fragmented bone
and fermented whiskey.
bruise my shadow.
cut my flesh.
i have plenty to spare. . .


. . .open your eyes!
leave a trace.
if you're gonna leave me.
i need to know. . .
this wasn't all for nothing.




i need to know. . .
that i meant something.
if only for the sake of

. . . passing time.


maybe i was already broken
and didnt know it.



. . .


getting older is half the fun.


. . .maybe i'm just not ready to heal on my own.


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© 2009 Blood Saga
Published on Sunday, July 26, 2009.     Filed under: "Reflective" and "Poetry"
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  • The Lipstick Factor On Thursday, August 6, 2009, The Lipstick Factor (290)By person wrote:

    "fragmented bone and fermented whiskey. bruise my shadow. cut my flesh. i have plenty to spare. . .--love these lines. Melancholy write, well done.

  • A former member wrote: i really love your style. it's like nothing i've ever read before... keep it up!

  • Narcissa On Tuesday, July 28, 2009, Narcissa (404)By person wrote:

    "trace my veins. . . so that i might find my heart again." This line made the piece...love it.

  • Blood Saga On Tuesday, July 28, 2009, Blood Saga (81)By person wrote:

    Err...alright. Well, thank you, for the comment. I love getting comments. =)

  • A former member wrote: Oh... yeah. I got this image of a mermaid all covered in concrete... when I was tryin to patch the sidewalk... and then I hit the end... and the growing older thing made me think... hmmmmm. like that. and so I thought, hmmm. those two things seem familiar to me. And that's when I recalled hangin with a bud o mine at a club in Cleve watchin all the freshpeople gigglin and bouncin... and I said... youngins are like jello... and oldins are like wood... and dead bodies are like concrete. Yep... I don't think he agreed. But this made me think of that.... and I like that.... it's better than when that makes me think of this... which I try to avoid. I gotta make this long because you don't have many comments... I'd like to have more mermaid references, ya know... hook me up.

  • A former member wrote: So... yeah. damn. I wrote this long rambling comment... and then I lost it cuz I was logged out or something.

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