I is for In the blood

Via Pinterest. Artist unknown.

In the Blood

By Zoha

There is something about the blood.

I don’t know what it is but I am drawn to it

The sight makes me happy

My heart beats faster in my chest

There is something about it

That makes it so I can’t rest

I love the smell

The feel

The taste

I love how it looks sliding down your shocked face

Nothing brings me more pleasure

Nothing can compare

Maybe that is the reason why

I ended up burning in hell

A/N In the Blood is my favorite phrase. So sorry if I use it a lot in my writing. You will survive.

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D is for Destined

I am having a bad time keeping up with this this year. Maybe I am destined to fail. I have to try my best but I feel as though it isn’t good enough. Maybe it is because I am trying to write about something that is still so fresh in my heart. I have lost so much these past few years. I want go say goodbye but I don’t feel as though I am strong enough.

#IWSG Theme Reveal?

Ok so this will be my third year doing this. I know right! Three years of attempting to stay on task and write constantly. I did this to help me get into the habit of writing regularly but…yea…I sort of fail at that. Still third times a charm right…right?

Fucking hell, I am going to fail aren’t I?

So theme reveal. I tend to stick to what I know, which is poetry, but this year I am going to try and change it up a bit. I am not going to stick to a set style but what I will do is try to sit to a set theme. Be it death or loss or …deathly loss. Look I pretty much write death. It is a skill of mine. But by golly I will do something else for a change!

But what?

Not sure.

I will think of that in the coming weeks.

Clicky clicky to go to A-Z challenge page for more details.

Day 2

Something you feel strongly about

I dislike bullies in all forms. What do I mean by all forms, well I mean I am the type of person that if I see two or more people fighting I try not to interfer unless it see some *cough* injustice going on. Just as ganging up on or bringing out those delightful racial or sexiest or homophobic slurs. Then I will jump in and say something. Though let’s say the person I am defending turns around and says something uncalled for, well I will call them out on it.

I am the type that in an argument I would apologize to the person I am arguing with if I or someone else said something extremely offensive.

To me that is what being a good person is. Standing up for what you believe in but also knowing when you are in the wrong.

I am passionate about *strikes hero pose* JUSTICE FOR ALL *dramatic music plays*

I will fight anyone over this, even those I love.

I think the problem with my age group and younger is that we extremely passionate about thinga but do not know when to quit or admit defeat. We want so much to be right that we do not try to learn for those we deem wrong. We are not willing to listen to anyone but ourselves. Even when we do take the time to learn we only truly pay attention to those views that align with our own.

So many groups and communities are changing and many not for the better. The are becoming more secluded and filled with hate because no one is willing to actually listen. We show empathy for our own kind till they express traits like are similar to those we hate and then we abandon them.

Calling them all types of phobics and haters.

It is disgusting really.

I am passionate about the truth. Passionate about knowledge and growing.

And above all else

*dramatic pose and music one more*

JUSTICE!!!

*head falls as it rains and the shadow of the broken town in live in stands tall in tbe background…music fades…scene turns to black*

30 day challenge

I have decided to attempt another 30 day challenge. I do not remember whose blog I got this from seeing as I forgot to save their name. I hope they stubble across this so that I may give them the credit due to them.

But yea….guess that is it ^-^

Day 1

Five ways to win your heart

I am not really sure. I guess on of the things that makes it easy to have my heart is food lol. I love lots of different kind of food and being able to talk and bond with someone while enjoying it is one sure way to win my love.

Aside from food maybe sharing my love of reading. I am a huge fan of books. They allow us to venture to new words and discover many things about ourselves that we may have kept hidden. They encourage us, make us feel, just let us be free when the world around us may try to shut us down. They are magical and someone loving books or being willing to talk about them is a sure fire way to my good side.

I know I only mentioned two things but really I can’t think of any others that may endear me to someone. I am pretty simple and easy to get along with I think.

I have my days just like everyone else though mine may be a bit…more… due to my BPD but I do try to make sure it doesn’t effect others to greatly.

The Tape: Unheard Lyrics Are The Loudest, Side A

I love the way you scream.  How your blood seeps into my skin. I truly hope that this moment never ends. Can you see how this may excite me? How this has been a dream come true? 

I bet you are scared aren’t you? Don’t lie now, I can see the fear in your eyes. Want me to tell you a story? About how I got I got these scars in my wrist? About how, for awhile, I couldn’t think past the bullet jn my head. I can tell it to you darling.  Let you see the true me. Just know though, I am telling you this cause you will never have the chance to tell anyone else. Cause I am going to kill you. Oh no don’t shake your head and cry more. You knew this was going to happen. You knew that this was result of your very own actions. 

Where to begin…

Oh yes…

See, my name is Hannah.

….to be continued…

Ever prayed? 

I lied…well I sort of lied.

See I told someone I prayed for them when really I sat at home and didn’t think.

Of them I mean, I didn’t think of them.

I thought…just not of them

No I sat at home and played a game.

Facebook messaged some friends about stupid things.

I am not even sure why I said I would.

I can’t even remember what their problem was.

Still I lied and said I prayed.

Told them I talked to lord for them just about every day.

I didn’t, nope, instead I downloaded this cool movie.

Watched it for a few hours meaning to do the right thing.

I paused it for a while and listened to some music.

Got into a “mood” and figured I should think of them.

Sat there for a few minutes with my headphones in and the music still going.

Contemplating what to say to God.

Gave up about five minutes into thinking about them and returned to my song.

But then I decided to try again.

Speak to God like I promised my friend I would.

I think I may have said or word or two.

Now I think about it, I didn’t even do the opening line or closing line.

No ‘Hi God’ or ‘Amen’

Oh well!

Pretty sure they will be ok.

Letters of a Petty Poet