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    When I Bleed Words
    When I Bleed Words
    When I Bleed Words
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    When I Bleed Words

    By Shirley Siaton

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    Here I am, at the crossroads
    Of thought and memory and sensation
    Awaiting the curtains to rise.
    The ink, in the pen
    Of unbridled spirit
    Speak and question—and speak some more.

    WHEN I BLEED WORDS
    Poetry from my heart, soul and blood

    An omnibus collection of 80 free-verse poems written across decades by award-winning author Shirley Siaton, When I Bleed Words tells the riveting story of a young woman's journey through life.

    Each piece is an evocative, eye-opening treatise from her heart, soul, and blood. Each verse is an honest, unpretentious testament to a world rife with beautiful intricacies, tribulations, and triumphs.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherShirley Siaton
    Release dateFeb 8, 2024
    ISBN9786218374249
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      When I Bleed Words - Shirley Siaton

      When I Bleed Words

      Poetry from my heart, soul and blood

      Shirley Siaton

      Inky Sword Book Publishing

      Copyright © 2024 Shirley Siaton Parabia

      ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

      No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the prior written permission of the copyright owner, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

      To request permission, contact the publisher at books@inkysword.com.

      ISBN 978-1-96-105297-0 (special edition hc)

      ISBN 978-6-21-490082-4 (hc)

      ISBN 978-6-21-837424-9 (epub)

      Published by Shirley S. Parabia

      Cover design by Artscandare

      First Edition, January 2024

      Inky Sword Book Publishing

      Barangay Quezon, Arevalo, Iloilo City 5000

      Republic of the Philippines

      inkysword.com

      To Arya & Selene

      Contents

      Title Page

      Copyright

      Dedication

      The Collection

      Heart

      bitten

      cradled head

      drought

      drunk

      dumbstruck

      faceless

      first taste

      graduation day

      hidden

      hungry

      lavender polish

      living

      long-lost tango

      lover

      my death man

      other

      pimple

      purple scrunchie

      regression

      smoke

      solstice

      ugly

      ulcer

      wallflower

      yellow-green

      Soul

      afar

      arms

      away

      begging streets

      blue

      damnation

      danger

      debt

      deception

      delusion

      demolition

      deprivation

      despair

      difference

      disease

      distance

      disintegration

      divination

      duplication

      dust

      dwelling

      fallen frame

      food court

      juxtaposition

      rainfall

      scars in solitude

      the voyage

      untold

      Blood

      a fat girl thing

      aimless

      anchor

      ardor

      back in the food court

      black cat

      blood

      dark

      dauntless

      dawn

      death

      defiance

      deliverance

      depths

      desire

      destination

      discord

      disruption

      divergence

      divide

      dreams

      dribble

      drift

      flight

      holy war  

      silence

      smoke 2

      About The Author

      On the Web

      The Collection

      As with any good story, there were stages in my journey as a poet: the starting point, the exploration, and the endgame.

      The initial stage was when I looked around me in wonder. I took on the role of chronicler, more witness than partaker, as events unfolded before my eyes.

      In my earliest work, my poetry was inspired by random things and occurrences both captivating and mundane. This was a time when words flowed organically from my headspace, fearlessly diffusing ideas into the greater, wider world.

      The middle of the excursion was quite the odyssey, a time to move and find my place under the sun.

      I wrote all about the world I lived in; shared tales as witness to greed, destitution and despair. I shared unfettered views of unforgiving

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