Haunting memories from my past
Makes me wish that I didn't last
Through the past couple of years
Trying to push away all my fears
Memories of my first time,
The first time I drew that line
Across my palm, not to deep
That night that I couldn't sleep
Don't remember what triggered
My need to finally go and disfigure
Something in me began to crack
Trying to make up for what I lack
That wound let out my ghosts
What I began to hate the most
Felt so weak, I had no control
Felt like I no longer had a soul
Destroyed down to nothing
Left with nothing but cutting
Had no one there to help me
And my scars only for me to see
It all had began on one late night
In the closest and out of sight
Lifted up the single pocket knife
Looked like one illusion still alive
That first cut was one of many
To come along in my self-pity
Tormenting myself, never forget
That thing behind me, my regret
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"Blood Red Rhymes" A rose that grew from concrete
Written June 21st, 2005
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Oh my god that was amazing it was wonderful i loved it ok sorry im gettin carryed away but that was really good.
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Stacie -
Very nice Jenn, good imagery and description. The flow was wonderful, the rhyming bugged me a little, but it wasn't too bad. Didn't draw away from the quality of the poetry. Only one little problem:
"Looked like one illusions still life"
Might want to change that to live. ^^ -
Good job. The description of it is great, and how you admit you don't know what triggered it seems important to have in there. I love the lines "Destroyed down to nothing/Left with nothing but cutting" Those words are so true. It takes over. I really like it. Keep it up!
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You have a great way with words this is very well written. thanks for entering. Good Luck.
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