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Scratch

Meeting upon the green futon to spill to me your darkest secrets
Verbal knives so sharp, the razors spoke to you
You have made the first cut shallow
Hesistant first
Closed eyes
And yet, a deeper cut hurts
And the blood drains
And it drowns pain
Pain is suffering within its twisted glass...

Pot

Jennifer helped you drown in it
All green she was,
And for a little while,
White was cooler and you found out it
Rushes faster

And the pain...
Pain is gone
For that split moment.

Yet, the verbal blades found
New purpose
Different

Ways

Tapping mirrors rolled
20's.

Poor old Jackson and
His frowning face

White was pure just a little longer
But you never tried needles
And empty houses kits and marks
Time to beat the habit, once thought
And you did until she came along
She who I don't get
She who used to be someone I knew very well
Even now, the mirror lies...

And so, sitting here you tell me this

Protest

You look out your blindes covered windows
Futon makes noise...

What to think?
How to help you.
How to let go...

So here I sit
Cyberspace pen and paper
Bring in my next
labor.

Author notes

personal. but also poem was inspired by "the basketball diaries"
Written October 2nd, 2006

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  • Liquid memories
    February 9, 2007

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    Wow, stirring write

    It appears a lot of emotions , feelings and things inside this write. Life is that way sometimes, and its nice when things are on one page instead of many pages. Jules.


  • grannyeri gold member
    January 31, 2007

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    Vivid images you have shared with us through this telling - make sone think about addcition, about saving souls and about one's life and those of others. Good flow and story told here.


  • ZestyDreams
    January 28, 2007

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    I loved the storytelling of this poem. The first lines were full of vivid imagery and especially got my attention. I loved the metaphor of words being like sharp like knives. "Verbal knives so sharp, the razors spoke to you" An excellent write. Thanks for your thoughtful comment on my poem. When I have more time I will definately be reading more of yours =)


  • Blue-Raven
    November 19, 2006
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    I liked the imagery in this. It was sad in a way though. Poems like this I like though. Good job