Such an awful lip!
Its inferior half now angry
And stripped of skin.
The tiny well, a wineglass
To the liquid that pours incessantly.
Should I be afraid?
Dear, it is a great loss
And you notice nothing
Of the salt and iron elements
Escaping with the suicidal throb.
Unlike you
They are warm and utterly mine.
None of this blood corresponds
To your red wires and loudness,
The pulse that drives you.
It is all blindness,
Charisma like a hook
That pulls at me,
Drags me to your feet
As if with love.
This is the taste of haemorrhage
Drawing me back to reality
In its warning.
It has lined the entire distance of my skin,
Now the mouth
Mad and pinched
At the bloody reminder.
And you, like a head on my wall,
Remind me of past associations:
The trashing of white wrists
And collections of such sleeved wounds
That I’ve learned to wear famously.
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I am all out of sorts since I've been gone so long. Is this a new piece, it feels familiar as if I have read it before. No matter, of course its brilliant as all your stuff is. I have been going through a dry spell myself. Not sure I even remember how to get started.
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Yeah, dry spells. Hmmmm, don't think I'm a poet after all. But that doesn't really matter. Thanks for the comment. It was a new piece, a year and a half ago.
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Stunning and breathtaking. I agree with The Slug, you have a hell of a poetic voice. I wish I could write with this intensity and clarity. I am in awe.
Garrison
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Thank you very much. I appreciate it.
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Honestly, I would have sold my soul to the devil for your poetic voice..... I can guiltily relate to this.
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Haha, well I can't say your comment is pointless.
Thank you!
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really? you dont like the title.. i thought it was genius. im into the whole one word titling at the moment b/c i've had too long of titles in the past and i love the thought of something saying so much in one word.
but as before this isn't something i normally read and its like stepping up into a whole new world of words. its really a trip [i use that phrase too much but its true!]
either way the inspiration behind this i can clearly tell might seem pathetic to you but i think its not something you get inspiration from everyday. i look forward to reading more of your works; you got me hooked now ha
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you kinda remind me of plath
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Intentionally here, probably. The beginning was partly inspired by her poem Cut. Thank you.
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this what makes you a poet and makes me a writer. beautiful once again. i hope you make books so i can hate your talent a little more
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You're a poet too! Much more of one than I could ever be! Let's write books together though so we can hate our talent, mutually.
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lmao its gonna be an entire novel on copulation, trust me
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love the title,
and the second stanza as well.
thank you.
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I think the ending is quite telling if I am understanding it correctly. quite good. very Plath reminiscent. I can see Tulips, Cut, and I think the other one I am reminded of is called "The Other".
I like this a lot.
write more please!
Lea
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Cut definitely. That's the type of ambience I was aiming to create. God I think I'm obsessed again haha. Oh well. It definitely won't last long plus I think I'm coping better and am able to control it. Just my screwed up self surfacing again a bit I guess.
Thank you.
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bloody brilliant
You seem dissapointed that this was inspired by something as "simple" as a bloody lip, but I love how the most seemingly small of inspirations can get you on track for such a huge outpouring of feelings and thoughts. Plus, I love the lines.
The tiny well, a wineglass
To the liquid that pours incessantly.
I think they're fantastic
I really like what I've read of your writings so far. Keep it up
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I think you have the perfect title ... this spews bloody images all over a quietly painful emotion ... I can see you fingering that open wound in front of the mirror while you think of those past associations and the blood of them gushes from your memory ... vivid and wonderfully done.
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Thanks. I'm actually glad to see my poem's met its purpose. I like smart cookies like you. Thanks again!
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this is a great piece... i feel so warm and depressed inside, usually that is the feeling i get after listening to damien.... the last lines really caught me eye and sunk me into sadness, although i have to say that still the tittle is weird to me... speacially cause i can pronounce it, "trashing of white wrists" i love that line although i have to say that i have been reading that expresion quite often in the last couple pieces you have written.... anyway you know I love your work
Leslie
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Thank you very much love. Sorry I'm depressing you.
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Haemorrhage is good, I like it! I like the fact that it is obvious - a nice contrast with the poem itself
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Amazing.
I agree that the title does not really do the poem justice; however, I can't think of anything else either - how useless of me!
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Thank you. I feel helpless. I've never been good at giving titles to my pieces. What about Haemorrhage? Is that better? I don't wanna be too obvious either...
Thank you very much though dear.
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You're right, the title doesn't seem to fit. The poem is really good.
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:| Do you have a suggestion? I could call it Dali's long mustache.
Thanks love
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Dali's long mustache is perfect!
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