needles aching;
push me in
under, through, behind
break to the surface again-
weave me into your thoughts
[in the dark]
trace back to the stain
an imperfection masked through pain
stitch by stitch,
it came down in waves
wash me in your wonderful words
rage of panic aching through
wires, cages, thoughts collide
inside a mind you twist and grind
teeth impaled, you selfish slaughter
bleed through the curtains
a mistake, a scar,
a petty memory
IS NO MEMORY AT ALL.
stab it, take it, throw it, break it
smash through the barriers
it wilts and it withers
cave into the sea
give into me
GIVE INTO ME
YOU ARE NOTHING YOU ARE
YOU ARE JUST A
[big mistake]
I HIDE YOU IN MY HATRED
[silly child]
YOU ARE NO THOUGHT OF MINE
YOU ARE NOTHING.
You are.
you are, you are, you are.
You are worthless.
You are flawed.
Taken back the factory.
Make me a new machine.
Reprogram it.
Make it prey, make it perfect.
Make it me.
Author notes
There are no words.
To place where I am at this moment.
All I know.
Is that its just a scratch in the surface.
Written August 16th, 2006
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This is a very well conceived piece. Awesome job, but I had to highlight this to read. Other than the whole darkness thing, this was wonderfully penned.
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This is another poem that my friend brought to my attention.
It was mind blowing.
I'm loving the way that you partake in writing.
It's so capturing.
So alluring.
Almost hypnotizing.
Amazing write!!
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This poem is completely unbelievable. The metaphors and your word choice was just amazing. The end really wrapped the whole thing together and really showed a wanting to be loved, I guess you can say. I also like the repitition of "you are". It's under the category "personal", so I'm guerssing you've gone through this. I'm very sorry... I can relate very well. Awesome penning, good luck, and thank you for entering
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I love the last lines and how they just tie everything together, and I like the repition.
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Wow, incredibly intense. The imagery is very real as well as the emotions. They come strong. You've made my hand bubble, hard to explain. I love it though even with such deep darkness. I can just feel it. And good luck.
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