June 12 2006
Starting at my weak, pathetic appearance
In a cracked mirror
Crouched
Beneath the bathroom sink
Flowing water
Disguised my cries
My tears escape
But unsurprisingly that
A part of me
Wants to run away
From myself
Lifting my scabbed sleeves
I bring forth to my flesh
Creating a masterpiece
I drag it
Back
And
Forth
Creating my own brilliant art
It’s pulsating vibrancy
Lures me to rupture
Its rhythmic beat
Creating a musical symphony
Of cries and blood
I orchestrate my veins
To release a genius chorus of mirth
Velvet liquid seeps
S l o w l y
A smile widens
Upon my face
The beautiful music
The well planned notes
All my emotions
Melt upon the blade
My instrument
My euphony
Of evaporating pain
tempo of broken pulses
The melancholic yet fulfilling music that seep out my severed chords
My beautiful music
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Rachel! She's a candy cane girl [link]
that slowly part really makes me feel squishy for some reason LOL
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I am glad u like it and cringed.
i like sheep.
LOL that was so random
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I'm a little scard of myself because I didn't cring on that one... I've done a lot of research of suicide and self mutilation this year, so maybe I'm used to it I guess... That's kinda wierd...
Anyway, yet another very powerful poem.. Very strong images, and I loved the word choise! Another great one!
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