Crimson Remains

Blood blossoms
A crimson rose against my skin
Tainting purest snow
Blooming in the night

Stars illuminate
Snow covered plains
Beautiful droplets
Staining perfect innocence

Slowly trickling from my lips
Blood flows freely, faster
Snow is falling
Red is consuming

Life's dark liquid pouring
Eyes only see
A blooming rose
Beautiful against my skin

Cold, numbing the pain
Let agony flow free
Release me from its hold
Until only crimson remains

Invisible

Fading fast
Distant memories of a distant love
All turns to grey
nothing matters now

Who shall I look to for joy?
Love is a mere whisper
The voice of days past
Gone forever

Falling away
Pulling away
Wasting away
Farther and farther away


Look at me
Loot to me
Do not look through me
Anything but invisible

Disappearing
Non-existent
Hate but never ignore
Don't leave

Love ceases to matter
Basic need remains
I want to exist
Will you let me?

Don't lie anymore
Too tired now
Can't stand any longer
Too far away

Falling farther
Falling harder
Death too close
Don't let me disappear

Masked Heart

Tears turn to blood
Heart shatters
Agony grabs hold
Something breaks

Never leaving
Never relenting
Always there
Behind the sun

Thorns hide beneath a rose
Tears hide beneath a smile
Rain hides behind the clouds
Tattered remnants of a heart
No more places to hide

Screaming, pleading
Beneath a frozen heart
Awaiting decay
Falling, dieing

Blood paints a pretty picture
Thorns are piercing
Tears are streaming
Rain is pouring
My heart is dieing

Nowhere left to hide
My masked heart
Revealed to the world
I still wish to hide

Thank you for writing. There is a fast direction for Invisible that resembles a water droplet - steady to begin with, picking up speed, and then splashing. It was an enjoyable ride. I'm not a big fan of bloody stuff because that imagery is overplayed, but putting that stigma aside allows your work to do what poetry does. The repetition does not match too well, for the eyes and mind tend to focus on the repeated words (ex: beneath) when the remainder is short and independent of the subsequent, preceding, etc... The picture you painted is not about the color but the trip. At any rate, keep posting your stuff to inspire others.

thats my critique, not sure if you wanted one but it is presumed if you post stuff here I believe.

The critique is very much appreciated. Thanks a lot!