I let myself bleed to breathe.
I write out what I need to…
Allowing myself to be lacerated
by the world’s harsh judgments,
however, as I bleed, I begin to breathe!
Ink bleeds out of my wounds onto the page,
and I transcribe what most fear to imagine –
I do not stress over envisioning the macabre,
so I copy down whatever I see in my mind,
and scribe it into words that will be immortalized.








Powerfully penned, Daniel. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
hello dearest Danile this is fantastic always be yourself and I will to 💕
Brenda, your comment makes me want to ask you to write a piece yourself with the same title! I’m curious and I’m sure I would love what you would create!
Daniel
it’s funny I wrote a poem called breathe after you and before I saw yours we are on the same wavelength 😊
Same wavelength of talent… a wavelength only the talented can see! 😉
Your writing goes under my skin. Intense as if it was really written with heart blood. Perfectly written, Daniel!
Vielen Dank, Elka! Fühlst du mein Schreiben unter deiner Haut? Das bedeutet, dass ich das erreicht habe, was ich mir hier gesetzt habe! You should see what I see behind my eyes so I can write like this! Hahaha!
Tschüss!
Daniel
Gotisch-Surrealistisch