She cannot be helped
Like a wound that turns gang-green
It too will eat her mind
Like cancer of the dreams
She will slowly slip away
Oh, how you wish you could save!
Or wished she would die
Scars of yester-years
Began to bleed
Ever so heavily
Through her sleeves
There is no gauze
There are no stitches
To redeem her
Old thoughts run their course
And listless eyes peer
At aged insturments of pained relief
How very tempting
The steel blade is
The cold edge
Tearing through the skin
She could
She should
She would
...but she can't
She swore
Never again
But still aches for a loving blade
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Option C, Cyprien
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I was sitting behind this old drum set, and I was l7 and there were about 4000 drunk small time guys with their happy looking, but lonesome looking women, staring at me from behind these way toooooo bright lights and I was so tired ... so, the bass player cranks into this jazz riff, slap scats this funky thing I'd never heard before ... i was so tired, and I'd been puking blood from being an alcoholic since I'd been l4 and had run away and was on my own in this big city street place I'd grown to love .. and the silence in the crowd in that small town as Johnnie slaps the urban black sounds outs ...
I cracked the bass drum with a few hard triplets, fast time, found his riff line and together we decided it was okay if the audience wasn't there and that's how I figured this out ... nobody loves you, you only want them to want you, but love, that's blood ... its a blade all by itself ..
so I just let it go and it did, all through me and I decided to keep it all to myself after that.
...just sayin
and this is a powerhouse poem
,,,peace
Moqui
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Thank you for sharing that. This poem gears back to the day when I used painful methods to heal myself. I wrote this from the temptation I had for the blade again. That was a rough night. Slowly each day I feel as if I'm becoming the person I'm meant to be. I'm seeing myself without the agape love that people crave so much these days. I suffice with platonic. Thanks once again for your words.
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I love it but eh babe...
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I know what you're thinking, and no, I am not.
I swore to you, remember?
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I like it. It's kinda sadistic in the right sense. I really like the last stanza. Nice job!
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Thanks Sam!
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I will hug you so tight you feel blood loss in your arms.
That will suffice the cutting
A hug.
I feel well rested and hyper.
I will hug you Friday.
If you come. yes. -
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If the fates permit me
Then yes, you will embrace me
I do so wish to hugged
By one who understands
By the one cares
Until then...
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