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Array ( [sid] => 37635 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Blades [time] => 2004-03-06 23:38:37 [hometext] => This one of my older poems in a completely different style from my recent ones. It's about holding emotions in and cutting yourself to release them but then finding that crying is a better way. [bodytext] => Pressed to my skin
Satisfied within
Pain on the outside
Somehow I never cried
Now I'm addicted
This wasn't predicted
My flawless skin now destroyed
I was thinking I could avoid
The fate of others
Like me with caring mothers
I always said I was different
How I would have time better spent
For so long in darkness I hid
Put my heart in a container and closed the lid
I used to be normal, now I'm not
I've been taken over, a child took my spot
I feel so helpless
My life is a mess
I don't know why
And finally I cry
I realize it's a relief
Unlike my belief
To truly cry is an extreme release
Of all the pains and griefs
The simple hug from a stranger
Can be like touching an angel
Just to know that someone cares
Who smiles and never stares
Someone who doesn't judge me
To see this makes me feel free
I must free myself from this
Ignorance isn't always bliss
I was ignorant to the consequences
Of my actions that became sequences
Now my arms tell my life story
How stupid I was thinking this was glory
The blades were for relief
And it worked in my belief
Now I see just how terrible it is
I've seen my ignorance's influences
I must break away
Come what may
It will be hard to do
But I'll start to go to
Resources of another sort
I'll find another outlet or port
I'll start with this container about my heart
And slowly open it 'til the world of which again
I'll become a part [comments] => 4 [counter] => 234 [topic] => 43 [informant] => desireemiote [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
Blades

Contributed by desireemiote on Saturday, 6th March 2004 @ 11:38:37 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



Pressed to my skin
Satisfied within
Pain on the outside
Somehow I never cried
Now I'm addicted
This wasn't predicted
My flawless skin now destroyed
I was thinking I could avoid
The fate of others
Like me with caring mothers
I always said I was different
How I would have time better spent
For so long in darkness I hid
Put my heart in a container and closed the lid
I used to be normal, now I'm not
I've been taken over, a child took my spot
I feel so helpless
My life is a mess
I don't know why
And finally I cry
I realize it's a relief
Unlike my belief
To truly cry is an extreme release
Of all the pains and griefs
The simple hug from a stranger
Can be like touching an angel
Just to know that someone cares
Who smiles and never stares
Someone who doesn't judge me
To see this makes me feel free
I must free myself from this
Ignorance isn't always bliss
I was ignorant to the consequences
Of my actions that became sequences
Now my arms tell my life story
How stupid I was thinking this was glory
The blades were for relief
And it worked in my belief
Now I see just how terrible it is
I've seen my ignorance's influences
I must break away
Come what may
It will be hard to do
But I'll start to go to
Resources of another sort
I'll find another outlet or port
I'll start with this container about my heart
And slowly open it 'til the world of which again
I'll become a part




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Re: Blades (User Rating: 1 )
by kidpoet_213 on Sunday, 7th March 2004 @ 02:27:23 AM AEST
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I like it.... I think u found ur needed outlet... the emotional expression is exquisitely written...
~Donna~


Re: Blades (User Rating: 1 )
by EUGENE on Monday, 8th March 2004 @ 01:33:30 PM AEST
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Crying is the dew of compassion, it washes ur eyes clean and wipes out the pains closest to the eyes... you have cired your heart out on this piece. Good thoughful work still.


Re: Blades (User Rating: 1 )
by clotti on Sunday, 17th October 2004 @ 03:02:09 PM AEST
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im glad that now you cry. to bring a blade across your wrist is not as gooder release as crying i only hope one day i will cry as well. i hope that one day you will find contentment and no longer fell the need to cry your pain away


Re: Blades (User Rating: 1 )
by screwup on Sunday, 17th October 2004 @ 03:27:15 PM AEST
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very sad poem... cutting really can be addicting...
~screwup




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