Your Poetry Dot Com

Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!

Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+

Custom Search


Welcome !	Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link	29-May 16:52:36 AEST

Menu

· Our eBay Store

· Error Submit

Poetry

· Submit Poetry

· Least Read Poems

· Members Listing

· Old Site Post 2001

· Old Site Pre 2001

· Poetry Archive

· Public Domain Poetry

Stories

· Stories (NEW ! )

· Submit Story

· Story Topics

· Stories Archive

· Story Search

Community

· Our Poetry Forums

· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

Site Help

· FAQ

· Feedback

Members Areas

· Your Account

· Members Journals

· Premium Sign-Up

Premium Section

· Special Section

· Premium Poems

· Premium Submit

· Premium Search

· Premium Archive

· Premium Topics

Fun & Games

· Jokes

· Bubble Puzzle

· Cross Word Easy

· Word Hunt

Reference

· Dictionary (Rhyming)

· Site Updates

· Special Content

Search

Top

Help This Site

· Donations

Others

· Moderators

Our Other Sites

· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

Social

Array ( [sid] => 47918 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Inadequate Modern Medicine [time] => 2004-05-17 13:36:30 [hometext] => [bodytext] => once again
i've given in
let calm replace anxiety
16 new scars
i'll have to show
when the healing of skin heals my soul
and no one yet knows
of the pain that i hide
they're content letting me keep it inside
but each time i spill
it seams a part of me dies.
am i too lost to be saved?
i've been called couragious
for ignoring the lie
that the only solution is forfit
courage is not me.
every time i "die" i need a new wound
to bring me back to this pitiful reality.
i lived the lie of mania
i couldn't sleep
couldn't eat
couldn't think.
but now i rest comfortably
knowing i'm sane
as long as i have my knife.
but i can no longer write.
every time this pen touches paper
i fear the paper will be seen
by the piercing eyes of those in ignorance
those who bring ridicule and stupidity
and so my inspiration has dissolved.
evaporated.
as i watched my notebook burn
i realized that everyone was wrong.
for as long as there are beings walking the earth
that could think to destroy such emotion
without a backwards glance
death will bring an answer.
and so i will embrace it.
as each wasted heartbeat draws it closer.
i'm pleading for it to take me
no modern medicine can remedy the broken heart of this broken spirit. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 143 [topic] => 61 [informant] => liquidchaos [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )

Inadequate Modern Medicine

Contributed by liquidchaos on Monday, 17th May 2004 @ 01:36:30 PM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles

once again
i've given in
let calm replace anxiety
16 new scars
i'll have to show
when the healing of skin heals my soul
and no one yet knows
of the pain that i hide
they're content letting me keep it inside
but each time i spill
it seams a part of me dies.
am i too lost to be saved?
i've been called couragious
for ignoring the lie
that the only solution is forfit
courage is not me.
every time i "die" i need a new wound
to bring me back to this pitiful reality.
i lived the lie of mania
i couldn't sleep
couldn't eat
couldn't think.
but now i rest comfortably
knowing i'm sane
as long as i have my knife.
but i can no longer write.
every time this pen touches paper
i fear the paper will be seen
by the piercing eyes of those in ignorance
those who bring ridicule and stupidity
and so my inspiration has dissolved.
evaporated.
as i watched my notebook burn
i realized that everyone was wrong.
for as long as there are beings walking the earth
that could think to destroy such emotion
without a backwards glance
death will bring an answer.
and so i will embrace it.
as each wasted heartbeat draws it closer.
i'm pleading for it to take me
no modern medicine can remedy the broken heart of this broken spirit.

Copyright © liquidchaos ... [ 2004-05-17 13:36:30]
(Date/Time posted on site)

Advertisments:

Previous Posted Poem | | Next Posted Poem

Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more

All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.

Re: Inadequate Modern Medicine (User Rating: 1 )
by KJVslf on Sunday, 13th June 2004 @ 03:42:32 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

I've wondered about those that cut themselves. Your description helped to enlighten me.

every time i "die" i need a new wound
to bring me back to this pitiful reality

While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com