Cutting tears
Slice, stab and pierce this physical skin...
What matters?
Surely not this blood--
Trickling down my arms.
Water penetrates through my flesh like acid.
It's rotted to the core--
Sprinkle some salt...
Submerged in rubbing alcohol.
Anything to inflict more pain.
I'm spinning--
How'd I get here?
The chill in the bitter atmosphere is at hand.
My feet fly.
I'm on the ice now.
My sprawled arms reveal open wounds--
Freshly cut.
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Don't worry, Jess. It's just a passing mood.
!~YS4e~!
Scarlett
Written January 20th, 2004
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The soul is an open wound, the world it's salt. The more we try and heal it, the more it cost. Great job on this one, dark and entrancing. Bravo!
Sorry I've not been around much of late, been ill, but I am tryin to get back in the groove here, so please bear with me. I will be back
blessings, Gypsy
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I wasn't worried because I know that if it was anything other than a passing mood like we both constantly have, then you would have mentioned something to me but this is a great poem truly.
Keep up the great writes
Gem -
It's very good. The beginning has good imagery and it gives off the feeling of desperation for more pain. "How'd I get here" kinda feels like it wasn't intentional, but it also feels like it was known to happen. Great job.
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my my love how incredebly powerful this is truley amazing and rather scary good work
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hey there doll face...i'm, not, writing my english paper. I am putting it off untill about 9 p.m. Sunday evening because i work well under pressure...i'm some what skrewd though because i have lost my writers' inc. book...oh yea...nice poem, keep up the great work my sexy lady lol weeeeeee i'm kinda hyper...
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erg...I already have to deal with this with other friends...please don't do this to me because I know what it is like to be in those moods and what it is like just to feel that blade...my idiotic(purple penis, sorry)friend cuts himself and each time it feels like he is cutting me...please don't do this...unless your talking figerativily(spelling?) then I guess its ok, its better to write about it than really do it i suppose
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awwie!! that sounds slightly painful....luv yas!
jordan
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Scarlett
Powerful, and scarey write
I was glad to read this was just a passing mood
I know this cutting thing goes on alot in your generation, and its scarey to me, I just pray someone as bright and beautiful as you doesn't get caught up in it
hugs and love
Karen
p.s. I fell in love with this background, so I borrowed it , hope that's ok 
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This is spiffy Scarlett I especially like 'The chill in the bitter atmosphere is at hand.
My feet fly.
I'm on the ice now.
My sprawled arms reveal open wounds--
Freshly cut.'. That just sounds very I don't know...powerful, perhaps? And for a short poem it is very good! But of course, a lot of short poems are good. I usually don't like poetry that does not rhyme, but this is very beautiful
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THIS IS JSUT PERFECT....i love it..."It's rotted to the core--
Sprinkle some salt...Submerged in rubbing alcohol." I like it soo much and it jsut really was a great read this linme really made the images come to life in my head...perfection!!!
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wow...this is so vivid. I really like how you captured that when you cut, it doesnt matter to you...the blood isnt important. I sadly can relate to this. Great write.
sara
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