[♥]
My heart is beating
Tonight.
The goose bumps have risen again.
[Corpse]
Oh [darling.]
The cold is coming again
And oh, how bad it hurts.
I remember how I used to run.
Run.
[Run...]
So far away, how I could freeze
My heart.
And it would just... st... st... stop beating.
A corpse I would be.
Dead to whatever feeling was left
In that frozen chest of mine.
[Wonderland]
I died last November.
They buried me far away from
The love I once held hands with.
And the snow just kept falling.
I was trapped inside a cold
Wonderland.
[Beauty]
The snow suffocated me in
What I thought of as beautiful.
And so many times I was asked to define beauty.
[Beauty: Cold and numb... yet somehow painful. But sometimes pain is gorgeous...]
Could you even remember
How many times I said that to myself?
[Impulses]
With every heartbeat I could feel
The rage that made me want to
Hurt.
The steady rush of anger dawned on me
After every thought of
How Daddy doesn’t love me
Or how many times I gave in
To that irresistible [false] love.
And maybe even the first time I
[Cut.]
And its then that I want the
Little white knife back
So I can remember how it felt
To let all the chains bre-ak
And finally bleed it away.
[Music+Poetry+Love]
Three Days Grace and A Perfect Circle saved me.
Every [broken] night
An amazing melody would
Weave its way through the stars
Toward the window I stared out of
[Every single night.]
I was bathed in music mixed with the moonlight.
Then it rubbed my heart raw
And helped me shed the blood I had
Turned black.
The ink was squeezed out and I found
Poetry.
The angry words soon turned into pretty
Pictures of a young girl
Bleeding out ink and crying tears of blood.
And finding out what love really was
[With just a couple mistakes.]
But every one makes mistakes.
[Scars]
I found myself weaving scars
Onto my skin;
Making a photograph of insanity.
But no one knew
I was sewing together my own
Destiny.
I used pins to hold down the scars
And everytime I wanted to cry I just stitched on another
Scar.
[‘Cause I was too tough to let another tear fall.]
[Breath]
Last night I took a deep breath and
Listened to my heart beat so quietly.
And I realized
How beautiful it sounds.
The moon shifted oh so slightly and
The light fell onto my hand.
♥
I will live another day.
♥
After all...
♥
My heart may bleed,
♥
But atleast I’m still alive.
♥
Author notes
ContagiousXAccident
Hope you like.
This is based around me..
As usual.
I hope you like, but this definitely isn't my best.. by far.
2. 'DIRTY-PRETTY'
-For once, I am allowing dirty-pretty, but what I want you to do is write something that is NOT overdone. I will DQ anything with e*x*c*e*s*s*i*v*e p/u/n/c/t/u/a/t/i/o/n... Don't worry,[[this]] *is* f i n e.
3. SELF-HARM:
-Make it deep, dark, even erotic... But NO EMO CLICHES, or I will rip your spine through your chest
A contest entry
- My Pain, My Pride, These Scars are Mine. by Epilogue.
600 points, ended October 9, 2007, 30 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Darkwrite Extravaganza, Round I by Immortal Obscurity.
525 points, ended November 7, 2007, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - VERY best of dark by psychiatrists dream.
600 points, ended December 10, 2007, 45 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Turn those greenies to Gold (or silver or bronze) by whispernthedark.
440 points, ended February 2, 2008, 41 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Show me your best! by Forgotten Anomaly.
1000 points, ended November 10, 2008, 63 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Well... Dark but how you like?
Comments
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Oh, wow... I love dark more than any other form of writing and this is the perfect example of well writen darkness. Music and the knife, I've been there before. Still cling to music but the knives are gone and i won't let them come back. I love this format of poetry even though some others don't, I do and that's in your advantage. I'm amazed you haven't gotten more trophies for this its absolutely breath-taking. Thank you very much for entering my contest, I'm glad I got to read this.
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very dark and very beautifully written.thanks for entering and good luck!
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First, let me just say... wow! I'm not a fan of DP: To be completely honest, I despise it... But this one was something brilliant that actually put some intelligence and originality into it... It's not your typical, run-of-the-mill garbage, but it is actually thought-provoking and quite wonderfully written, with almost a Gothic flair to it, something I like very much! Well done, and best of luck to you
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I'm sorry but I've already seen this in another of my contests. If you would like you could add another piece.
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WOW, this is really awesome. I was moved.
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i loved it.
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my god...this was amazing...the words seem like they were just being poured out from your soul...i truly admire you sawo how you can truly express your emotions through your poetry...i loved this so much...thanks for putting it up...
i love you
dwoid
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wow thats all i got to say i was like mezmerized while reading it..i mean that was genius better than anythign ive ever done..wow
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This was so tragically lovely. I can identify to numbing yourself to the world around you trying not to feel anything too real to the point where you almost forget what it is like to be living. Trying to be tough so no one else will see how much it hurts, or even if you do want them to see, you'd never let them know you just wanted their attention. Yeah, I know... I used to be a cutter so I understand trying to materialize your pain. Trying to escape the pain by numbing yourself to it then missing feeling so you'll just make yourself *hurt. Music was a big healer of mine too (as well as APerfectCircle.. I love Maynard!)I used to get lost in it because for a minute I could forget my own problems and immerse myself in someone else's (I guess this is kinda what this contest is about, honestly...). Anyway i love how you still have hope at the end of it all. Though you cut and you may be really hurting on the inside you still have something to live for. It's inspiring to us all. Thank you for the entry (*I* ♥ [drrty] pretty!)
~ellizabeth~
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