My veins are contaminated.
Apparently.
I am not the person you wanted
me to be
Maybe if my blood flowed in a different way
or my heart beat in a different pattern
or my brain functioned differently
with different thoughts pulsing through it.
Maybe I’d fit in if I wasn’t contaminated.
Stephanie B
What the fuck does this shit mean. Well I geuss it means STFU
charley
You look so ugly when your mad, she thought. Your veins stick out as if it was a whole other person. She smirked thinking about it.
Stoping smiling! Whats wrong with you!
She snapped back into conciousness. She didnt really care what he was saying. But never the less she said, sorry. Im sorry.
What do you mean?! he cried, the vien throbbing.
She choked back a laugh.
You are so impossible! He yelled, stormign away.
She just watched him, and took another bite of her scone. Hmph. I dont even know what I did.
sydni
They look branchy, like they’re reaching out for connections. The word even reaches out to you. The “v” is reaching out like it wants something. I have too many. There’s a huge green one on my arm. They’re kind of gross and look like Rachel’s paintings. They remind me of branches on trees that reach out like veins. It’s pretty awesome.
Julia
curdled cracks in the porcelain canvas. say goodbye to beating hearts and tears caught upon spiderwebbed eyelashes like dew. the final curl has unveiled and all that’s left is the dark purple line of forgotten life across the porcelain canvas.
devin
veins transfer impure blood. if u cut veins u will die. but with that a lot of filth will flow out.
amit
blood my birthday sitting in my bathroom. red stained shir. embarrasing. ashamed. hiding. old people blue. my grandmas legs. she wears pantyhose.
katie
My veins aren’t full of blood, but a fuzzy vibrating pulse that keeps me awake. Pounding through my body. I can’t sleep or think or eat. Just vibrate. Shutter. Shake. No sleep.
Katie
blood courses through my body, winding its way through the maze of vessels. this adrenaline; this second wind – was a gift from God. before my mind could react to the situation, my legs began to flail about and i was gone.
Jordan
they pump blood.
i jsut started watching HBO’s true blood in fact, it has quite a bit to do with the topic of veins. well, its a vampire show, so it’s to be expected. lots of blood, and blood was the first word that came to my head when i read aloud the word veins.
doug
The roots of the old tree looked like veins following the downward slope of the mountain. I sat amongst them and gazed out towards the horizon. The events of the day danced across my imagination. At last, my mind and body could rest.
Stasi
blood courses through my veins and out the hole punctured in my skin by the sharp metal blade. i can feel the life drain out of me and i collapse to the floor, staring up at my lover, wondering why?
kells
I can see your veins running through your arms.
you’re as pale as the moon and your blood seems to thicken with every growing second of the earth.
13 billion, six thousand..it’s all the same to me. I don’t know how long we’ve been together, but I know that if I lose you tonight then the world loses too.
Stay with me, and veins, let the blood pass through.
Samie
the spider ran up the white stucco walls, and the dirt in the cracks made me want to take my toothbrush out and start cleaning. I couldnt believe I was stuck in this shit hole, just
jess
the blood flows through my veins and I am alone. I miss you so much, it makes my heart hurt and the blood slow. it beats irregularly when you aren’t near. you. it’s all about you.
K
The unusual thing about the veins that ran about his hand were they pulsed with each time he swallowed. I wasn’t sure if that meant he was dehydrated or anemic… either way it was certain his condition was abnormal.
ky
blood circulates through me,
it does, really, they’re not cold i promise you they can’t be they aren’t cold i’m alive i feel my pulse
and the blood
it moves through my veins screaming “LIFE! LIFE! LIFE!”
i’d rather it didn’t.
fallenpanda
the veins in my arms were standing out and the stress was inconceivable. I could not believe what a disaster the whole thing had become. I was going to explode and not one person in the meeting was aware of it. How can they not see it, the veins in my face must be bursting and I
Patti
Track marks. Heroin is running through them– sedative, sleepy, blissful heroin.
Over the overhang. Faux rocks make them protrude. They are beautiful, strong and prominent, like everything else about him. I want them— not on me, but for myself.
Natalie
Blood rushes through my veins. I could feel it. Ever since I took that dreaded thing, I could feel every little red blood cell traveling throughout my body. Every pulse, I could easily feel through my veins.
I need to stop.
I need to stop.
I need to stop.
Abby
I woke up to find myself lying in the snow. I didn’t know what I was doing there. Everywhere I looked, I saw whiteness…I started to wonder if I was dreaming.
Cold winds blew harshly at my face; I felt like my blood had frozen and stopped flowing through my veins.
Just Me
veins, i thought the rule was i before e? oh well i guess ther exceptions. anyways, veins scare me. feeling them in my neck keeps me up at night. i remember reading a book about a girl like that too. i think thats what brought it upon me, her being afraid, often other peoples fears seem to settle on me too.
Grace
I have big veins and big coats for when it rains. I like to cut the reighns and run across four lanes of cars and trucks, trains and planes.
Lee Byerly
they pulse like crazy i feel my heart beating fast like a flame rushing through my soul. spreading in my body. the fire is spreading. In the winter sometimes it gets so cold the flames turn purple.
Shannon
My friend hates veins. They freak her out. I don’t mind them too much. Except giving blood. I hate needles. I hate needles in my veins. Once the nurse told me the needle was stuck in my vein. It was terrifying. I almost punched her in the face.
Christine
what an odd word. I mean veins, such an odd word for the source of all souls. It’s what allows the flow of blood like the mind allows the flow of thoughts. It’s just such an odd word for something so important.
marley
the gold ran in thick veins through the rockface, the colour was vibrant and
TR
they contain a substance
i have no belief are real
i see my own blood
but is it possible to die by it?
i havent tried, do i want to?
i dont know yet, i have nothing going on anyways
nothing happens.
good or bad.
dullness
like veins, they are nothing to be
but something to get needles stuck in to see if your healthy…
and i healthy?
carolyn
My veins are pounding with the energy/pain/pressure that I can’t release. Not safely. No one would understand execept for the one that I know would understand, and for him to understand makes me understand that I can’t allow others to not understand and so I won’t do it.
Can’t breathe.
Can’t breathe.
*sigh*
there is a leaf
‘twixt the math note formulas
and bleached skin;
it is old and wild,
bred in captivity, the trails
running rusted V’s
like graphite plasma.
the vineless cusp of forest width
matched stem to breast
with sunbeam W’s.
and the pulse is still
‘twixt palm and cold
where life did lay.
Hannah Wells
Veins hemorrhage,
like peril perishing slow,
waiting to be inherited
by the blood-sucking
populace.
Branching thought
to bleed through,
my veins burn bright blue.
Rick Veloz
once upon a time
i was addicted to the adrenaline
you gave me.
medicine.
anodyne.
blood rushed through me. and it was
amazing.
(let’s do this again sometime))
InfinityOnTheRun
The blood that goes through my veins is the only reason I’m surviving. The only reason i haven’t cracked yet. the only reason that my life is actually a life, that I’m not dead yet. but my blood pumps through these veins for him, and with that, I can be content.
Saryn
with all these pain killers running through my veins i’m surprised i can even write, spell, and stay awake.
i’m surprised my heart’s still beating and my lungs are still breathing.
i’m surprised i’m surprised.
ali
she runs thick through me;
like an oil I can’t seem to cleanse.
as I go on her presence lingers within me. i can’t escape from what she made me become.
will I ever rinse clear?
ky
bluish spider veins crawling down his skinny legs like actual spiders, the paler his skin the deeper my gag, but, like actual spiders, they do entrance and I wonder where those legs have been, where they’re going, and why.
Andrew
veins again, in them the gasses, the food for the hive of cells that makes we a walking machine, wishing i was aimed at something, grasping, and too self-conscious.
steve
veins are cayyinng something that keeps me alive thought for what i don’t know, part of it to love you, part to love myslef and throught me the owrld, and the closest part of that being my kids, and to spread kindness when i can, thouhg not being shamefully kind, whatever that may be, andrea, there is something in the sound of your name for me, and the trust we have, and in whtever comfort we find in each other that tempts and tempts me because i believe in some form of goodness there to be found for each of us, perhaps haven, perhaps jumping off spot for daring. and what do i do, what do i do, as the evening slips away, away, another day, and i playing with toys but not, no but yes, just awkwardly and indirectly finding my destiny, that is wandering through it, but don’t be unkind, one can kindly acknowledge that, for where does the self-contempt and doubt come from. is any of it new from nicole, grown in to over years, or does she merely bring it in to focus.
steve
Carrier of life as well as disease. Super highway of the body. You don’t show any judgement in what you haul. Whether its healthy or not your job is to get it there
Joe Nardi
Threads, lines of gold amidst the stone, usefulness from nothingness, threads of thought that cannot be remembered, wisps that should not be forgotten
My veins are contaminated.
Apparently.
I am not the person you wanted
me to be
Maybe if my blood flowed in a different way
or my heart beat in a different pattern
or my brain functioned differently
with different thoughts pulsing through it.
Maybe I’d fit in if I wasn’t contaminated.
What the fuck does this shit mean. Well I geuss it means STFU
You look so ugly when your mad, she thought. Your veins stick out as if it was a whole other person. She smirked thinking about it.
Stoping smiling! Whats wrong with you!
She snapped back into conciousness. She didnt really care what he was saying. But never the less she said, sorry. Im sorry.
What do you mean?! he cried, the vien throbbing.
She choked back a laugh.
You are so impossible! He yelled, stormign away.
She just watched him, and took another bite of her scone. Hmph. I dont even know what I did.
They look branchy, like they’re reaching out for connections. The word even reaches out to you. The “v” is reaching out like it wants something. I have too many. There’s a huge green one on my arm. They’re kind of gross and look like Rachel’s paintings. They remind me of branches on trees that reach out like veins. It’s pretty awesome.
curdled cracks in the porcelain canvas. say goodbye to beating hearts and tears caught upon spiderwebbed eyelashes like dew. the final curl has unveiled and all that’s left is the dark purple line of forgotten life across the porcelain canvas.
veins transfer impure blood. if u cut veins u will die. but with that a lot of filth will flow out.
blood my birthday sitting in my bathroom. red stained shir. embarrasing. ashamed. hiding. old people blue. my grandmas legs. she wears pantyhose.
My veins aren’t full of blood, but a fuzzy vibrating pulse that keeps me awake. Pounding through my body. I can’t sleep or think or eat. Just vibrate. Shutter. Shake. No sleep.
blood courses through my body, winding its way through the maze of vessels. this adrenaline; this second wind – was a gift from God. before my mind could react to the situation, my legs began to flail about and i was gone.
they pump blood.
i jsut started watching HBO’s true blood in fact, it has quite a bit to do with the topic of veins. well, its a vampire show, so it’s to be expected. lots of blood, and blood was the first word that came to my head when i read aloud the word veins.
The roots of the old tree looked like veins following the downward slope of the mountain. I sat amongst them and gazed out towards the horizon. The events of the day danced across my imagination. At last, my mind and body could rest.
blood courses through my veins and out the hole punctured in my skin by the sharp metal blade. i can feel the life drain out of me and i collapse to the floor, staring up at my lover, wondering why?
I can see your veins running through your arms.
you’re as pale as the moon and your blood seems to thicken with every growing second of the earth.
13 billion, six thousand..it’s all the same to me. I don’t know how long we’ve been together, but I know that if I lose you tonight then the world loses too.
Stay with me, and veins, let the blood pass through.
the spider ran up the white stucco walls, and the dirt in the cracks made me want to take my toothbrush out and start cleaning. I couldnt believe I was stuck in this shit hole, just
the blood flows through my veins and I am alone. I miss you so much, it makes my heart hurt and the blood slow. it beats irregularly when you aren’t near. you. it’s all about you.
The unusual thing about the veins that ran about his hand were they pulsed with each time he swallowed. I wasn’t sure if that meant he was dehydrated or anemic… either way it was certain his condition was abnormal.
blood circulates through me,
it does, really, they’re not cold i promise you they can’t be they aren’t cold i’m alive i feel my pulse
and the blood
it moves through my veins screaming “LIFE! LIFE! LIFE!”
i’d rather it didn’t.
the veins in my arms were standing out and the stress was inconceivable. I could not believe what a disaster the whole thing had become. I was going to explode and not one person in the meeting was aware of it. How can they not see it, the veins in my face must be bursting and I
Track marks. Heroin is running through them– sedative, sleepy, blissful heroin.
Over the overhang. Faux rocks make them protrude. They are beautiful, strong and prominent, like everything else about him. I want them— not on me, but for myself.
Blood rushes through my veins. I could feel it. Ever since I took that dreaded thing, I could feel every little red blood cell traveling throughout my body. Every pulse, I could easily feel through my veins.
I need to stop.
I need to stop.
I need to stop.
I woke up to find myself lying in the snow. I didn’t know what I was doing there. Everywhere I looked, I saw whiteness…I started to wonder if I was dreaming.
Cold winds blew harshly at my face; I felt like my blood had frozen and stopped flowing through my veins.
veins, i thought the rule was i before e? oh well i guess ther exceptions. anyways, veins scare me. feeling them in my neck keeps me up at night. i remember reading a book about a girl like that too. i think thats what brought it upon me, her being afraid, often other peoples fears seem to settle on me too.
I have big veins and big coats for when it rains. I like to cut the reighns and run across four lanes of cars and trucks, trains and planes.
they pulse like crazy i feel my heart beating fast like a flame rushing through my soul. spreading in my body. the fire is spreading. In the winter sometimes it gets so cold the flames turn purple.
My friend hates veins. They freak her out. I don’t mind them too much. Except giving blood. I hate needles. I hate needles in my veins. Once the nurse told me the needle was stuck in my vein. It was terrifying. I almost punched her in the face.
what an odd word. I mean veins, such an odd word for the source of all souls. It’s what allows the flow of blood like the mind allows the flow of thoughts. It’s just such an odd word for something so important.
the gold ran in thick veins through the rockface, the colour was vibrant and
they contain a substance
i have no belief are real
i see my own blood
but is it possible to die by it?
i havent tried, do i want to?
i dont know yet, i have nothing going on anyways
nothing happens.
good or bad.
dullness
like veins, they are nothing to be
but something to get needles stuck in to see if your healthy…
and i healthy?
My veins are pounding with the energy/pain/pressure that I can’t release. Not safely. No one would understand execept for the one that I know would understand, and for him to understand makes me understand that I can’t allow others to not understand and so I won’t do it.
Can’t breathe.
Can’t breathe.
there is a leaf
‘twixt the math note formulas
and bleached skin;
it is old and wild,
bred in captivity, the trails
running rusted V’s
like graphite plasma.
the vineless cusp of forest width
matched stem to breast
with sunbeam W’s.
and the pulse is still
‘twixt palm and cold
where life did lay.
Veins hemorrhage,
like peril perishing slow,
waiting to be inherited
by the blood-sucking
populace.
Branching thought
to bleed through,
my veins burn bright blue.
once upon a time
i was addicted to the adrenaline
you gave me.
medicine.
anodyne.
blood rushed through me. and it was
amazing.
(let’s do this again sometime))
The blood that goes through my veins is the only reason I’m surviving. The only reason i haven’t cracked yet. the only reason that my life is actually a life, that I’m not dead yet. but my blood pumps through these veins for him, and with that, I can be content.
with all these pain killers running through my veins i’m surprised i can even write, spell, and stay awake.
i’m surprised my heart’s still beating and my lungs are still breathing.
i’m surprised i’m surprised.
she runs thick through me;
like an oil I can’t seem to cleanse.
as I go on her presence lingers within me. i can’t escape from what she made me become.
will I ever rinse clear?
bluish spider veins crawling down his skinny legs like actual spiders, the paler his skin the deeper my gag, but, like actual spiders, they do entrance and I wonder where those legs have been, where they’re going, and why.
veins again, in them the gasses, the food for the hive of cells that makes we a walking machine, wishing i was aimed at something, grasping, and too self-conscious.
veins are cayyinng something that keeps me alive thought for what i don’t know, part of it to love you, part to love myslef and throught me the owrld, and the closest part of that being my kids, and to spread kindness when i can, thouhg not being shamefully kind, whatever that may be, andrea, there is something in the sound of your name for me, and the trust we have, and in whtever comfort we find in each other that tempts and tempts me because i believe in some form of goodness there to be found for each of us, perhaps haven, perhaps jumping off spot for daring. and what do i do, what do i do, as the evening slips away, away, another day, and i playing with toys but not, no but yes, just awkwardly and indirectly finding my destiny, that is wandering through it, but don’t be unkind, one can kindly acknowledge that, for where does the self-contempt and doubt come from. is any of it new from nicole, grown in to over years, or does she merely bring it in to focus.
Carrier of life as well as disease. Super highway of the body. You don’t show any judgement in what you haul. Whether its healthy or not your job is to get it there
Threads, lines of gold amidst the stone, usefulness from nothingness, threads of thought that cannot be remembered, wisps that should not be forgotten