The dog lay bleeding in the middle of the road, panting, as the incredulous woman looked down at it. Two seconds before the car had hit it, her son had been standing in that spot.
it was red and sticky and hot and it coated her hands, her knees, her arms, everything. it hurt. it felt like fire burning her stomach and racing up her organs. the taste was metallic and clogged her nose and sent her stomach flip-flopping.
She was bleeding really bad and he didn’t even answer the phone. She kept trying and trying until she instinctively threw the phone and kneeled down in pain.
bleeding all over the floor. I hope it’s from my stomach, I have bleeding to spare there. I could do with less there. What a shallow thing to think at a time like this? I’m bleeding and I’m conditioned to make it an optimistic moment for my weight loss goals. I seriously need a priority check.
The bleeding didn’t stop. It started as a slow trickle, and they had told him it would be fine. So he kept pushing, kept up the routine that was killing him. The blood was everywhere.
I have been bleeding from my finger tips all day,
marking everything I touch with a
vibrant, honest smear.
I’m not sorry about the pink finger prints
between the pages of my research paper
or the red streak I left between your shoulder blades.
if i were bleeding i would want to put a bandaid on my wound or i would want to go to the hospital to see a dr and have the would sutured. if i were bleeding i would not want to get blood all over the floor.
Oh my god! Jerry went to the hospital with a huge gash on the left side of his forehead. People were screaming at the site of him. Doctors rushed to do what they could for him. But it was too late. Jerry died a single lonely, guilty man with a ton of secrets…especially the secret of him actually being a her.
I couldn’t stop it, it was overwhelming. The cuts were getting deeper but i couldn’t stop. What’s happening to me? I can’t control this. Help, i need help. I don’t know when it started, i don’t know if it can be helped I just want to get better.
i was shocked when i found out about my mother’s heart condition. She cried to me “Brent, help me son! my heart is bleeding out around me! do soething!” terrified i grabbed the phone and called for the police. they didn’t come in time and i hvent seen my mother since
This terrifies me. not your literal blood. energy in you, you spill out onto others, mussing up what could have been an ok day with awful stains of regret. Air goes in and out, blood round and round, any divergence form this pattern is a problem. Bambulance attendants can fix those problems. But I Can Not handle your emotional gushing. You think because it’s deep and running profusely that it’s an emergency, but you do this to yourself All The Time. You let people’s actions cut you so deeply that you’re barely holding on and expecting someone else to be your life force. Insults go in and out, gossip goes round and round, and you’re still alive. You have control.
As young girls we were always taught not to be afraid of blood or anything else that came out of our bodies. How can we recoil at the thought of something we would hopefully see every month? Of course, this was just a precursor to the toughening up of women as a whole.
I just read a poem about a girl who pricks her finger with a sewing needle. I remember how much and how little it hurts to do that. Skin has all the nerves for caressing and yet can slough off painlessly. All of our cells switch out after seven years. Eventually I will never have touched you.
My soul is bleeding. Crying out for you. I need you now and i dont know why. I dont know why my body yearns for you. Wants you. Needs you. Your my sugar coated salt-encrusted addiction that I just can’t shake.
hurts. makes my stomach turn. what do i do. what does the person do. everyone is probably watching. will it show that im not that good of person? or is it just my insecurities or maybe a sickness that i would be thinking about what others think of me at a time like this? is this what everyone’s thinking? why does that even matter.
You are all bleeding, pinching the cut to hasten the red, and you hold up your paper cut to the world and cry as if your throat has just been sliced open.
I looked down. My hand was bleeding. The shot must have grazed me, but there was so much adrenaline flowing that I didn’t even notice until everything was over.
Across the field, my enemy lay on the ground. He was bleeding a lot more
than I was.
Blood is pretty weird i guess. it flows through your body all day every day for your whole life. from before you are born, till almost after you die. its a red liquid made from red and white tiny cells…… not sure why people are scared of it… kinda weird.
I tripped over the end of my white sandals and feel hands and knees first onto the ground. As I maneuvered myself around I looked at my knees and my red tights were ripped – that was what I was most upset about. My knees were grazed and the same colour as my tights.
I was washing the dishes when i go distracted by a bird flying by the window, that wasn’t too good because i was washing the sharpest knife, it sliced across my hand and i didn’t even realize i was bleeding
blood
hurt
cut
hurting
hospital
doctor
stiches
ambulance
salt
different
types
fainting
needles
not nice
ugly
scar
sister
wound
baby
birth
red
runy
needs fixing
falling over
With each question and curiosity I bleed onto the person next to me. Have you ever wondered? don’t you see how fascinating the world can be? The questions that wrack my brain as I sit stuck in a fluorescent light bulb are far off from the world of humanities. I look at the overgrown and unkempt beard as I’m told that my thoughts are ludicrous. How could I be farther from the truth. My curiosity is bleeding while I’m thirsting for knowledge. He sees me as a fountain of youth that’s spitting back at him. I cling dearly to truth in a mirror that is unbent by the cruelty of years.
Blood cells come from marrow inside your bones. Blood is pumped through 4 chambers in the heart. The left atrium, the right atrium, the left ventricle and the right ventricle. Bleeding is when blood exits the human body. Blood is carried through veins in your body that travel to all of your import organs. Blood carries the nuitrients needed for organs to survive.blood is blue with low oxygen and is red with high oxygen.when the human skin is cut or sliced open blood drips out and causes bleeding.
red.
blood.
hospital.
accident.
die.
cut.
scab.
hit.
fight.
blood nose.
when the skin is torn off and blood comes out.
stain.
bloody knife.
horror stories.
world word.
gun.
wound.
bandaid
bandage.
fight.
pass away.
internal bleeding.
Drops pour from my hands
Slipping through my fingers
I bleed
I bleed out my soul
My life
Thoughts
Dreams
Fears
Hopes
I bleed all of this
Out into just three words
That I know you cannot return
And that is why they bleed from me
Because with each drop
It burns me
And takes away a small piece of me
And with each word
A thousand drops
Bleed from me
Until after the third word has left my bloodless lips
I am empty
And have bled out everything that I am
And was
And could have been
All for you
The dog lay bleeding in the middle of the road, panting, as the incredulous woman looked down at it. Two seconds before the car had hit it, her son had been standing in that spot.
it was red and sticky and hot and it coated her hands, her knees, her arms, everything. it hurt. it felt like fire burning her stomach and racing up her organs. the taste was metallic and clogged her nose and sent her stomach flip-flopping.
Colours swirling
Separate once, now uniting
Creating new
Out of old, out of separate
Bleeding into the others
She was bleeding really bad and he didn’t even answer the phone. She kept trying and trying until she instinctively threw the phone and kneeled down in pain.
bleeding all over the floor. I hope it’s from my stomach, I have bleeding to spare there. I could do with less there. What a shallow thing to think at a time like this? I’m bleeding and I’m conditioned to make it an optimistic moment for my weight loss goals. I seriously need a priority check.
My vision dims as the warm red pool spreads in front of me. I heard the shot go off, and then I fell. I hear screams.
The bleeding didn’t stop. It started as a slow trickle, and they had told him it would be fine. So he kept pushing, kept up the routine that was killing him. The blood was everywhere.
I have been bleeding from my finger tips all day,
marking everything I touch with a
vibrant, honest smear.
I’m not sorry about the pink finger prints
between the pages of my research paper
or the red streak I left between your shoulder blades.
cut and out it comes
if i were bleeding i would want to put a bandaid on my wound or i would want to go to the hospital to see a dr and have the would sutured. if i were bleeding i would not want to get blood all over the floor.
Oh my god! Jerry went to the hospital with a huge gash on the left side of his forehead. People were screaming at the site of him. Doctors rushed to do what they could for him. But it was too late. Jerry died a single lonely, guilty man with a ton of secrets…especially the secret of him actually being a her.
I couldn’t stop it, it was overwhelming. The cuts were getting deeper but i couldn’t stop. What’s happening to me? I can’t control this. Help, i need help. I don’t know when it started, i don’t know if it can be helped I just want to get better.
all the lies, the stress, betrayals,
with claims of love mixed in
making a sickening soul soup of emotions
but the soup is bleeding
all the lies, the stress, betrayals,
with claims of love mixed in
making a sickening soul soup of emotions
but the soup is bleeding
i was shocked when i found out about my mother’s heart condition. She cried to me “Brent, help me son! my heart is bleeding out around me! do soething!” terrified i grabbed the phone and called for the police. they didn’t come in time and i hvent seen my mother since
This terrifies me. not your literal blood. energy in you, you spill out onto others, mussing up what could have been an ok day with awful stains of regret. Air goes in and out, blood round and round, any divergence form this pattern is a problem. Bambulance attendants can fix those problems. But I Can Not handle your emotional gushing. You think because it’s deep and running profusely that it’s an emergency, but you do this to yourself All The Time. You let people’s actions cut you so deeply that you’re barely holding on and expecting someone else to be your life force. Insults go in and out, gossip goes round and round, and you’re still alive. You have control.
The pain traveling up my arm, the blood pooling at my feet. I never imaged that this would happen not even for a second. I all was some horrible mista
As young girls we were always taught not to be afraid of blood or anything else that came out of our bodies. How can we recoil at the thought of something we would hopefully see every month? Of course, this was just a precursor to the toughening up of women as a whole.
I just read a poem about a girl who pricks her finger with a sewing needle. I remember how much and how little it hurts to do that. Skin has all the nerves for caressing and yet can slough off painlessly. All of our cells switch out after seven years. Eventually I will never have touched you.
My soul is bleeding. Crying out for you. I need you now and i dont know why. I dont know why my body yearns for you. Wants you. Needs you. Your my sugar coated salt-encrusted addiction that I just can’t shake.
blood, blood, clots
red rubies
golden value
the essential
elixir
not felt
warm, warm, fluidity
warm
hurts. makes my stomach turn. what do i do. what does the person do. everyone is probably watching. will it show that im not that good of person? or is it just my insecurities or maybe a sickness that i would be thinking about what others think of me at a time like this? is this what everyone’s thinking? why does that even matter.
You are all bleeding, pinching the cut to hasten the red, and you hold up your paper cut to the world and cry as if your throat has just been sliced open.
The words bleed out of the page and into my shaking fingers as I try desperately to grasp their meaning.
I looked down. My hand was bleeding. The shot must have grazed me, but there was so much adrenaline flowing that I didn’t even notice until everything was over.
Across the field, my enemy lay on the ground. He was bleeding a lot more
than I was.
the man was beading out in the dimmed alley.
he needed to get to a hospital before it was to late.
he crawled to the street
Blood is pretty weird i guess. it flows through your body all day every day for your whole life. from before you are born, till almost after you die. its a red liquid made from red and white tiny cells…… not sure why people are scared of it… kinda weird.
the blood dripped from the cold colourless lips of the vampire.
#yolo
I tripped over the end of my white sandals and feel hands and knees first onto the ground. As I maneuvered myself around I looked at my knees and my red tights were ripped – that was what I was most upset about. My knees were grazed and the same colour as my tights.
blood
period
knifes
sore
cuts
hurts
sore
vampires need blood
mosies need blood to
i hate hurting myself that will make me bleed
I was washing the dishes when i go distracted by a bird flying by the window, that wasn’t too good because i was washing the sharpest knife, it sliced across my hand and i didn’t even realize i was bleeding
blood
hurt
cut
hurting
hospital
doctor
stiches
ambulance
salt
different
types
fainting
needles
not nice
ugly
scar
sister
wound
baby
birth
red
runy
needs fixing
falling over
With each question and curiosity I bleed onto the person next to me. Have you ever wondered? don’t you see how fascinating the world can be? The questions that wrack my brain as I sit stuck in a fluorescent light bulb are far off from the world of humanities. I look at the overgrown and unkempt beard as I’m told that my thoughts are ludicrous. How could I be farther from the truth. My curiosity is bleeding while I’m thirsting for knowledge. He sees me as a fountain of youth that’s spitting back at him. I cling dearly to truth in a mirror that is unbent by the cruelty of years.
DEATH
red, hurt, fall, sanitize, plasma, iron, sickle cell, anemia, transfusion,
knife.
blood.
gun.
cut.
bleed.
scratch.
Blood cells come from marrow inside your bones. Blood is pumped through 4 chambers in the heart. The left atrium, the right atrium, the left ventricle and the right ventricle. Bleeding is when blood exits the human body. Blood is carried through veins in your body that travel to all of your import organs. Blood carries the nuitrients needed for organs to survive.blood is blue with low oxygen and is red with high oxygen.when the human skin is cut or sliced open blood drips out and causes bleeding.
red.
blood.
hospital.
accident.
die.
cut.
scab.
hit.
fight.
blood nose.
when the skin is torn off and blood comes out.
stain.
bloody knife.
horror stories.
world word.
gun.
wound.
bandaid
bandage.
fight.
pass away.
internal bleeding.