I took the cute Bic razor, and admired it in my hand, twirling it around
I bit into the plastic, trying to reach the razor, trying not to make a sound
I was so desperate to reach the razor that I cut my gum, enjoying the taste of blood…and I finally see the flash of silver that I hoped for
I put it on my upper thigh and pull down slowly, amazed at the instant flow of blood, and once I started, I found that I wanted more…
I’m cutting into an open exhibit
A place I always visit
It’s the norm now; the razor has become my best friend
No, no, no I don’t want my life to end…
It’s just, I’m so different, and I fear I’m insane
My mom doesn’t even question the bloodstain…
My voices tell me she doesn’t care
They explain that she doesn’t notice because she's never there
I argue with them, they get mad, and we fight
She does love me, I don't deserve it, I heard her crying last night
I’m cutting into an open exhibit
A place I always visit
It’s the norm now; the razor has become my best friend
No, no, no I don’t want my life to end…
She's wondering what happened to her baby, how she lost her
She won’t send me away cuz that's what they did to her when she was younger…
They sent her away cuz they thought she way mentally insane
I feel I’m just the same…
She's crying now, begging for me to talk…the voices advise against it
And of course, it’s to them I listen…
They’re always there, telling me what to do…
They’re always there for me, even when I’m blue.
I’m cutting into an open exhibit
A place I always visit
It’s the norm now, the razor has become my best friend
No, no, no I don’t want my life to end…
So I go to sleeping, hoping not to wake…
Of course, my own life I would never take
It’s the ultimate give up; I guess I’ll have to live through the pain
Perhaps I’ll return to normal, someday again.
Author notes
Option: Anything dark
cutting
Yeah.......
Written April 17th, 2006
A contest entry
- Options, Prompts, Titles, and a picture by my1lovewearsdiapers.
600 points, ended April 1, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Muses for the masses (options galore) by Goldfist.
500 points, ended March 28, 2008, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Congradulations.
Your poem has been chosen as a preliminary finalist and will recieve applause from me before I decide on the winners. Each poem also gets an additional comment that illustrates why it was chosen as a preliminary finalist.
I remember when I used to modify bic razors into cutting tools, except I used needle-nosed pliers instead of my teeth. My grandpa still uses an old-style razor from the 60's where you slide a new blade into the head when the old one gets dull. I used to steal the .02 mm graphite edge razors from him and use those. The cuts it left were incredebly thin and very few of them scarred; the ones that did are barely visible unless you look for them. I still remember my punked out winnie the pooh plushy head keychain from a happy meal that I'd hide the razor in. I had it on me at all times "just in case". My family found out I was a cutter and Grandpa started hiding the razors. That's about the time I started using a modified disposable like described in your poem. Those left much bigger scars on me. I can't wear a bikini ever again.
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Yeah. I always feel "silly"...slightly ashamed when I wear shirts with short sleeves or midriff showing (i.e a bikini), but since my place of preference was my thighs, I usually stick to board shorts. Thank you for the applause and moving me into the preliminary round =]
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The beginning was typical but it got creative real fast. I like the use of repitition and the stand-alone lines in the stucture was cool. Thankyou for entering and good luck in my contest. -
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Thank you =]
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I am sorry but I am going to have to remove your entry for you are missing what is needed in your AN you may re-enter once the correction is made.
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wow this is amazing--this really hasnt happened to me yet but and my mom doesnt even know but she already wants me sent away--you're sure to do great in the contest
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And I hope that all of your problems turn out ok in the end
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Thank you very much =]
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i lovve this great job
i go thru the same wit my mom
good job i realy do like it
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wow, that was, deep. it isnt always easy to admit what your feeling, and sometimes its good to let it out in poetry, i can really relate to it.
I liked the rythem of the poem as well, repeats can really can get the reader into it, its a pretty cool stategy with writing, lol.
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Thank you so much for your comment, it means so much. Getting help is the hardest part, but I think I'm doing ok, just needed to jot this down...thanks <3
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Its a hard thing to admit that we have some problems. Even harder to get help. This is a wonderful poem of someone crying out for help and no one listening (a silent cry, one you HOPE someone will hear). That was me for about 3 years, enjoyed the blood but never going far enough to end it all. I am doing okay now. I really liked the repeats in this.... something about repeats in poems draws me; maybe reinforces the theme of the poem.
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