To the lines arcoss my wrist
Rugged and frayed
Over once unmarked skin
Shows my only hate
Of the imperfectious me
Little drops hitting the floor
Staring at them in trance like style
Only wishing for them to be my flaws
Washed away from my body
But the only thing leaving
Are little drops
And maybe my dignity
The color of my eyes
And the skin around my nose
From the wiping away of the
Salty flavored tears
In which arose from my eyes
Everytime it happens I wonder why I cry
Standing there
Staring the the mirror
So many things
RED
Like the hate
I have
For
Myself
A contest entry
- *~-* The Passion of Red *-~* by Dragonsblood.
450 points, ended April 18, 2007, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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hate-filled
so dark and angry are these red poems! Gosh maybe if you stopped hating yourself then you wouldnt see so much red... -
.......really strong emotions
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