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Beauty Laughed At My Art

Disappearing into untouchable light,
As knives glisten in still sorrow,
The clang as it drops harmonous music,
As my ears severed from the pitch.

You call them scars,
As I twine an individual pattern in flesh,
I call it art,
Collecting blood like a source of need.

Screaming into a night hoping to be heard,
Problems raining in droplets I cry,
Missing out on happiness,
Pushing away all that counts,
I lie alone.

Cursing the happiness that shines in peoples faces,
I killed them one by one,
As my hair flys wild ignorant to the stares,
Caring stopped when you didn't love me.

I sliced your name of pain,
Scarred upon my tortured body,
Beauty
      Laughed
                At
                    My
                        Art
Stolen tears left me dry with fear.

Author notes

just weird about someone i know really well but will never see me this way i guess its twisted but yeah. I CANT tell him coz he will hate me (i guess you have my life story)

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  • Deaths Servant
    June 12, 2008
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    OMG!

    I Love it. Dark Deep and to the point.


  • j2
    May 3, 2008

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    this is my favourite poem on this site so far
    love the line:
    "Caring stopped when you didn't love me."
    keep up the good work


  • O.o
    March 14, 2008

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    :)

    This is so beautiful
    I love the way you write em...u can always picture what you are talking about in your mind


  • demetrah10
    March 10, 2008

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    Although this poem does involve cutting, which I normally do not read, I think you did a good job at rendering your experiences realistically and sculpting them into images. I think this piece is strongest and the beginning and the end, when you use the most charged images and concrete thematic ideas. One can easily see -- with your opening lines of "severed ears" and your ending heart wrenching, unflinching, memorial to beauty -- that you clearly don't need to spell out your emotions. In fact, it is stronger if you don't -- objective correlative will do the trick. For me, the last line of "stolen tears" impairs the elegance and sheer anguish of "beauty laughed at my art." I think simply ending at "art." will give your poem a pregnant sense of finality and dolor. Thank you very much for your entry. I enjoyed reading.


  • Poetry-and-rhyme
    March 3, 2008
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    you inspired me to write:$

    “Must Cut to Live”
    • Once again pains has come
    I am drowning soon I will die
    I have to find a way
    To take my pains away
    My dagger goes to glitter
    Asking me to be a slitter
    My blood is black
    I have to make a canal for its track

    • My knife I have to submit
    Blood must blow to permit
    Blood to erupt and emit
    So veins will burst and spit
    Then all my pains will quit
    As soon as my flesh starts to split
    Then I have to knit
    So the scar won’t seem to be a pit

    • I must cut to go on
    So I could witness the light of dawn
    I have to sigh I have to moan
    Until my pains are gone
    Until agony is withdrawn
    I must make a red lawn
    I shall not succumb to fawn
    Instead I must drive my blade forward on

    • I must cut and bust
    I must propel it out of my crust
    I mustn’t let my blade to rust
    I must keep it away from the dust
    I must impel blood in a thrust
    So robust pain and blood must combust
    My body is in deep lust
    To make my blood explode and bust

  • Poetry-and-rhyme
    March 3, 2008

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    hunnnnnnn plzzz i begg never cut again plzz:S u made me cry with this poem :S:S its deep its great so emotional but much painfull:S


  • FreeFalling911
    February 25, 2008
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    omg.
    that was really deep


  • lillianisevol
    February 24, 2008

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    Beautiful

    I really liked your poem ... I could hear the pain from the words and the images were very vivid.
    Cursing the happiness that shines in peoples faces,
    I killed them one by one,
    I liked this part allot ... just spoke to me really.
    There is just one thing that I know ... I need to read it again! I get something else each time I read it ... keep it up ...


  • Candy Morphine
    February 23, 2008
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    *story


  • Candy Morphine
    February 23, 2008
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    yeah stiry of my life too. excellent poem. i loved it!


  • A Sweet Prylem
    February 21, 2008

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    one two three look up and look down you see the ground you see the sky where do you belong lower then dirt higher then an angeL? is that possible? hmm.. great poem nice flow graet piece feel the emotion.. what got me was "Pushing away all that counts,
    I lie alone." if you look up and down.. you wont see no one.. look next to you.. always someone.. even if its secret words in you.. heh im getting to much into it hey in all great poen =] i hope i dont freak you lmao i hope you get what im trying to say


  • mackereth
    February 21, 2008
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    nice vivid images, pretty much each line put a new one in my head. what a great write.


  • Brokenpoetry123
    February 20, 2008

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    Good

    I once had problems with harming myself and I can relate to the message you are sending in this poem. It is hard when you see people literally glowing with happiness and you can't help but think why isn't that you. I thought this poem was very beautiful and has lots of meaning.
    -Chloe


  • InRegardsToMyself
    February 19, 2008

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    Holy shit!!!

    This is prob one of tha best fucking poems I.ve ever read.....
    No lie.
    The way you describe everthing is excelent and DAMN! this is prob your best one....EVER!(in my opinion)
    It would be impossible for me to choose my favorite part because the whole damn thing was perfect.
    Great Damn Job


  • my1lovewearsdiapers
    February 19, 2008

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    This flippin rocks my socks I loved the flow the emotion just pours off the page and it touched that small secret place in my heart that we all have well written good job


  • BuriedTreasures silver member
    February 18, 2008
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    Wow--

    Wow this is great good flow and well versed and I liked how you presented it!!


  • Tarja
    February 18, 2008

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    I was pleasantly surprised with this. The emotions and depth poured into this were flawless and quite intense... I give you props for originality as well... overall, not bad.

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