“It was just like a dream.
Just... Floating Floating
Floating”
Along on that amazing
High.
It felt so different;
It was a [dream]... I swear.
Yet...
It was [real].
“She tied black ribbon
Around her neck,
She thought it looked
Beautiful.”
Beautifully Insane.
Oh how [cliché].
A walking [corpse].
Drowned by [pain].
Scars on her [wrist].
Cutting with [anger].
How ‘bout now [darling]?
Do you get it [now]?
I am a work of art.
Passion carefully set
Into every step.
Anger etched into my eyes.
My gentle hands have become
Fists.
And nobody knows [why].
My own skin is so painful.
Like ice... So cold.
Somehow dead.
[They cringe when I reach out].
Don’t they understand?
I’m taking beautiful to another
Level.
The insanity controls.
I am finding myself locked
Inside a box.
I am trapped with only keys
Littering the bottom of the box.
Frantically trying the lock
Each key cutting into my wrist
[And I don’t know why.]
The more keys I touch,
The more cuts I have.
[And I promise.
I don’t know why.]
The pretty little stars
Way up in the
Sky
Looked so close, my fingertips were
Only inches away...
Then I finally closed my hand
Around a star...
Held it so tight...
And made a gorgeous wish.
[But in the morning the star was on my wrist.]
Only this time it bled.
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What a wish to make.
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Author notes
DARK POEM!!!!
:-)
okay.. so yeah.
wrote this during school.
It was one of those "bang my head against the table days"
so please forgive whatever you find offensive about this.
thanks darling.
I love you.
A contest entry
- Another DARK Contest by Audie-Is-Healed.
320 points, ended September 16, 2007, 8 entries
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Insanity brought to a more random level. hope you like.
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Each key cutting into my wrist
[And I don’t know why.]
I loved those lines...
And it#s true.... nobody knows why.
Maybe no-one ever will!
I liked the last two lines too...the way they tied up the poem... what a wish to make, indeed
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I'm one that doesn't always like dark poetry unless its penned very well. Dark poetry is so easily turns cliche' whether people realize it or not, but this particular poem is written with a flair ~ beyond my expectations.
I found the write touching in a deeper level ~ I like the emphasis on the words, giving it a unique spin.
Nice job -
I love the way you organize your stanzas. It makes your poems more conversational.This one is sooooooo random.lol. Its cool tho. Keep up the randomness.
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yeah i know those days...this is really good really dark..loved it
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hmmm ive been having those days since school started babe. but didnt really have neough energy to write anything. maybe i nstudy hall =/ im quite bored then....this is inspiring babe. i love it. beautiful. I LOVE YOU. bye =]
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this is amazing sarah...i wish i could write so free and raw...its simply gorgeous...your coming over tomorrow right?...anyways excellent piece...i love it...I LOVE YOU
andrea ♥
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this is a very different piece from what I was expecting, a nice dark wirte if I may say so....not too sure if the format fits though....
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Loved it<3
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Wow, I love this poem. It's one of the few poems on here that I've actually read and liked.
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