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Don't. Know. Why.

Contributed by trini on Tuesday, 18th April 2006 @ 04:59:15 PM in AEST
Topic: hbadday

I don’t know why I did it Not a blade But a humble pointed object That broke the skin A concentrated stroke Dig deep into the past Drain enough to brush off those words A leach for the mind Hands are weak, Limp from pain. Close my eyes, but not to shed a tear. Swallow the shame Healed though the open wound. Exchanged one pain for another My humble pointed object Incased in blood I hope to never see you again.

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Re: Don't. Know. Why. (User Rating: 1 )
by twick on Wednesday, 19th April 2006 @ 12:44:00 AM AEST
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Hmmm, I don't comment much on these types of poems because they're are sooo many. The problem is they all sound the same, nothing really to remember later. With yours it is a bit average but I also see some fantastic imagery. I think that should be played up more. With reading poem after poem about cutting you don't feel the words. There are moments in this poem that reach and try to grab you so you do feel it, "concentrated stroke" and "swallow the shame" those have connotations to others things in life that can be associated with this.

But this poem is a good one, it got me to comment on it

Re: Don't. Know. Why. (User Rating: 1 )
by katt on Wednesday, 19th April 2006 @ 10:42:07 AM AEST
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So much pain and sadness. Such emotion.
A poem hard for me to read but the heartfelt words touch my heart.

katt

Re: Don't. Know. Why. (User Rating: 1 )
by Tiffyo4 on Wednesday, 19th April 2006 @ 07:16:02 PM AEST
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nice write

Tiff

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