by Thomas Feliciano
A flower petal on my wound
To soak the blood that cripples me
The blood that I allow to spew
Oh, flower
I hold thee in confidence
A crimson remnant of my heart
A bleeding home to lay my tears
A dying joy to reclaim hope
Upon the beauty of destruction
As each drop trickles
My adoration for each petal blossoms
And I feel welcomed by my path
While inching closer to death
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ABOUT THE POET ~
As an artist by nature, and a romantic by trade, poetry is the logical medium for Feliciano to express himself. His poetic style is a hodgepodge: basically whatever escapes the pen. Also a hip-hop musician, as well as a writer of short stories and novels, journalism, screenplays, translation, and amateur philosophy, writing seems to be his closest friend in a world of so many conflicting emotions. He does not limit himself to the page, however. Also a political activist, student of language, and an inquisitive mind that peers into thought from every angle, he is not an artist for the sake of art, but rather for the sake of the world., Most of his poetic works can be found at the website:, http://stewsie.wordpress.com
Last updated October 27, 2011