Writing in Blood

Every word that flows from my pen in like a drop of blood. The page fills, and all those spots of red allow me to see the pain, but no longer feel it.

(A rewording of a quote from a classmate, in respect to writing essays.)

I journal, because I have to clear my emotions. Sometimes, things are so overwhelming, they shove me under, and I drown in them. Putting this blood, this pain, this joy, upon a sheet of paper draws it out of me, like leeches drawing poison from a wound.
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A Tribute
Acid Rain
Angel Wings
Arizona Night
Autumn
Autumn Wraiths
Being Cu'Odan
Coyote
Dragon
Falling In Love
First Kiss
Ghosts of You
Hallows
Kamikaze
Kamikaze Lyrics
Kit's Angel
My Best Friend
Rememberances
Sakura
Seeking Sanctuary
Silence and Sunlight
Sing To Me
Tempete Dans Une Verre d'Eau
Writing Poetry
Writing in Blood