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Array ( [sid] => 86048 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Slipping Into Masochism [time] => 2005-02-28 23:37:29 [hometext] => Some addictions are worse than drugs. [bodytext] => In anger i kicked my truck,
I broke my middle toe.
Most would start to fuss,
But the pain invigorates me so.

I made a brick crumble.
My hands as red as the freshest rose.
So oblivious of what i'm becoming,
But through pain i've larned to grow.

Now there's a hole in the wall,
Because my mind was filled with woe.
My white shirt has become crimson,
From my face the pigment flows.

With a razor in my right hand,
And a cigarret in my left.
I'm so relaxed while the blood is flowing,
Is this a pleasure i should accept?

Can i continue to puposly spill,
My own blood so clean and pure?
Would there be any point?
Is it possible for me to hurt more?

Now i think of all the wrong done to me,
I think of all that's theirs but once was mine.
Another tally mark to on my chest,
Lets hope 17 is the last time. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 245 [topic] => 13 [informant] => tin [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )

Slipping Into Masochism

Contributed by tin on Monday, 28th February 2005 @ 11:37:29 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

In anger i kicked my truck,
I broke my middle toe.
Most would start to fuss,
But the pain invigorates me so.

I made a brick crumble.
My hands as red as the freshest rose.
So oblivious of what i'm becoming,
But through pain i've larned to grow.

Now there's a hole in the wall,
Because my mind was filled with woe.
My white shirt has become crimson,
From my face the pigment flows.

With a razor in my right hand,
And a cigarret in my left.
I'm so relaxed while the blood is flowing,
Is this a pleasure i should accept?

Can i continue to puposly spill,
My own blood so clean and pure?
Would there be any point?
Is it possible for me to hurt more?

Now i think of all the wrong done to me,
I think of all that's theirs but once was mine.
Another tally mark to on my chest,
Lets hope 17 is the last time.

Copyright © tin ... [ 2005-02-28 23:37:29]
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Re: Slipping Into Masochism (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Tuesday, 1st March 2005 @ 01:58:35 AM AEST
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Very sad but well said.
huggs,
emy

Re: Slipping Into Masochism (User Rating: 1 )
by GothicHollie on Tuesday, 1st March 2005 @ 05:41:49 PM AEST
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that was really good

Re: Slipping Into Masochism (User Rating: 1 )
by upomik on Tuesday, 1st March 2005 @ 07:09:57 PM AEST
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cool write...i'm the same way. but i'm more of a cutter not a "break a brick...punch the wall" kinda person. I also take tae kwon doe so i can relieve most of my anger when i'm fighting. but when the times are hard i just pull out mr. knife and cut away. this was a great write. the emotions were totally alive and i could feel your anger. keep it up.
upomik

Re: Slipping Into Masochism (User Rating: 1 )
by tin on Tuesday, 1st March 2005 @ 10:57:14 PM AEST
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tae kwon doe, i kinda did the same when i was a wrestler. though i never cared about winning, i was just happy if someone(including myself) left the mat bleeding or broken in some way.

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