My eyes are stinging, but I can't cry
These bitter tears don't fall
My crimson tears are the only way
Or there will be no release at all
When my heart is sliced
When my soul is broken
Still, they do not come
My blade is bliss unspoken
The only way to find myself
The only path to be calm
Is the way the blade slices my skin
The way the blood drips into my palm
And in a moment, I taste the juice
I am now in my tranquility
The blood on my tongue, in my throat
Is the only way for me
The crimson dew drops speak to me
They guide me to my bliss
And when I'm finally at peace
I can taste Death's kiss
Author notes
Don't cut. Seriously. Ever.
Written September 5th, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- suicide by xstalkerx14.
389 points, ended December 31, 2004, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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I'm feeling like this right now and it feels like crap. I like it. The scars are ugly, both figuriately and literally. I'm glad your words have become beautiful and profound instead of the uglyness of scars.
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We all have something to break us out of our lives. I'm glad your cutting turned into writing. Hope your scars don't speak to make you come back. Wish you a life you can have.
BTW nice poem.
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These words... so powerful, they do so speak in many ways so intesnse, so deep. It's immense... so many words that I can't express about it. Well done. Congrats on silver trophy. xxx
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Wow, silenced, your words put in with the emotion your telling all comes together to make a wonderful piece. Honestly, its very good, as well it makes me want to cut some more just reading it, your very talented, god job.
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Maybe you shouldn't be reading this genre if it just makes you want to cut. I don't not agree with nor do I condone self harm.
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capturing...makes u want to cut...
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You also wouldn't be who you are and might not have met me. The bad always comes with the good.
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Hmm...Well there's a list I don't remember visiting. Looks like I will be exploring some of these pieces this evening. After taking a shot at this particular poem, I go back to the whole fear of death thing. The tranqulity in stanza 4...Yes to some of us there could be everlasting peace in death, but that would probably only occur to those to have nothing else significant to lose. Alot of people have lived successful lives, and had I been just like them, I probably wouldn't look towards death so often these days.
-Chained Fury -
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I agree with our beloved Sparrow on this poem, it made me thirsty too. =S
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Oh, I'm sorry, I checked it after I entered it and realised that, so I changed it back to a regular poem. I didn't know it was still in there. I'm sorry about that. I entered a different one that's not about suicide.
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I've already had to disqualify someone's entry and I seem to be on a roll. I'm sorry, but this poem is about suicide, death, yes, but I said no poems about suicide and cutting. I suppose I should have made it clearer.
This was a good poem, but it's not suitable for this contest. Thank you very much for entering though,
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This is by far, the most excelent write I have read in a while.
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dark romantic masterpiece/lullaby
so lovely in a dark death way.
sinful salvation of suicide
amour de mort
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awesome
a very powerful poem, good work.
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Wow... This poem made me thirsty. Anyway, great job, as usual. Keep up the good work.
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Very well done, very depressing, very emotional. And very very good *applause*
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wow yet again another powerful, moving poem of death, blood, and tears.....all i can say is WOW-ness
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