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Tiger Tiger8 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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The Ghosts of my PastThere are mistakes I have madeThe Ghosts of my Past6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are things I have done
I have ghosts in my past
That will haunt 'till I'm gone
The first was just an impulse,
The second just for fun
The third was when I realised
The addiction had begun
How come I want to stop?
I never thought I would
I really wish I'd gone too far
Then they'd know
It ain't for show
There's something wrong
and it's gone on way too long
I want them to know how bad I really feel
I want them to feel it too
But this
I wouldn't wish
Upon anyone; it's not fun
My bad
I feel so sad
I want to die,
Well, just to try
So then they'll know how messed up I am.
Bleed like me7 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Cause of Death: UnknownHelloCause of Death: Unknown7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who are you?
What are you doing?
Stop...
Stop...
STOP...
Oh God, Please just stop...
Why are you doing this to me?
Why me?
I never did anything
I never did anyth...
I... never... did... any.....
believeNever let yourself slip my friendbelieve8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
don'teven think that way
I care too much for you
I can not bare to see you like myself
keep your confidence
never let go of yourself
trust your most trustworthy ones
never give up like i
you can't, can't anything
your much more stronger than i
you can do anything
believe in what stregthens you
hold on, no matter what
never loose faith, hope in yourself
you know your much more better then anyone else
i know,you know, we know
you can do anything
leave the ones that hurt you and carry on
believe in yourself!
i believe in you
i never want to losse you
your the strongest one i have
the only o
Unused Suicide noteUnused Suicide note8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Unused Suicide note
What can I say I'm at that point!
I see no other option
Only obstacles that grow
Life what's the answer?
(Silence)
Typical
There is no answer to my question
What is my Purpose?
I Seek an answer
(Silence)
Still you mock me why?!
Please there is no other way I can see no point!
Continue ,
Continue what? ,
With out an answer how can I continue?.
Writer - Bryce Yeoman
Know meKnow me8 years ago in Horror More Like This
She went there to feel.
Shee went there to be known.
They didn't know of her excursions. It was just as well. They certainly wouldn't have approved. He would be scolded, spat on by animosity and guilt. And then they would dare look on her with eyes that were so full of sorrow, and so tinged by disbelief, and betrayal that she'd feel like turning her wand on herself and saying those two words that would make everything simple again.
They knew nothing.
Yet they felt it right to make judgments, to make her life choices.
They knew nothing.
Of her.
Of the loneliness.
Of the dizzying, hollow solitude that ached inside her night after night.
bleed away8 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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This GirlThis Girl8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
There once was this girl, and everyone loved her.
She wasn't all that pretty, or the most popular, or the one everyone asked advice from, but she still had their love. Perhaps it was in the way she talked, the way nothing on her mind was left unsaid. Maybe it was the way everyone felt they could be totally honest with her and she would accept it all for what it was.
She didn't know. Every night, when the street lights were on and the stars shone, she stared and wondered why things were the way they were. Never had it occurred to her that she had the power to change whatever came her way. She always saw things for what they were now.
Stuffe
My AnorexiaMy Anorexia10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish I could tell my mom,
Why I cry,
How she thinks I eat,
But I don\'t,
I wish I could tell her about
the war inside my head.
I wish she understood my Anorexia.
Cheri Nichols June 16th 2002
Breaking Down AgainBreaking Down Again10 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
It was Wednesday night. Upon coming home... she felt alright. She sat down and watched a few minutes of Star Search. Her mom told her to go switch the laundry, and she did. As she descended the stairs, her heart once again started to feel flighty. She noticed a shining, familiar shape in the corner of her peripheral vision... lying on the floor.
Looking down, shesaw that it was a beautiful, pocket sized, un-tainted Exacto knife. The blade was perfectly intact. She picked it up and brought it with her to the laundry room.
She switched the laundry, and as she did this, her breathe started to quicken. Her heart surged the blood through her bod
Lets Tell It How It IsI wasn't actually going to write this you know? I didn't see how you needed an explanation when you didn't even need to know what was going on. But I was reading something from a file I put together nearly a year ago and I came across this:Lets Tell It How It Is7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
"Those in the dark at the back, listen hard.
Those at the front in the know, those of us,
Who have, Hands Up
Let's Show that inch of Lacerated skin
Let's Tell It How It Is."
I Say I Say I Say by Simon Armitage
And that convinced me to, as one in the know, to tell you and everyone else, how it actually is.
Well I suppose I agreed to do this: a story of my self harm, and the damage I inflicted onto
Christmas JoyChristmas Joy7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Same season every year
no christmas joy
only fear.
Raised suicide rates
a holiday plagued by lonliness.
A time of obligation
pushing your limits
provoking tears.
No true cheer
just a facade.
Time with the family
fake smiles
a story of played happiness.
We're only together
because it's tradition.
One day a year
surrounded by people who don't care.
Push aside our inhibitions
and join the world
during this annual celebration.
Battling withinI'm writing againBattling within7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
my emotions and feelings
I scribble them down
on the paper, with soothing music in my ears
My vent for all pains
I strike them down
Using my pen as my mighty sword
my paper as a shield to cover the blows
So I keep writing
fighting the battles within...
motherMother,mother7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Are you there?
I know you can see me,
I know you're listening.
Mother, please don't turn your back on me...
Mother,
I'm sorry for everything.
All my fuck-ups,
All my wrongs,
I'm sorry I'm not good enough.
Mother,
I love you.
And I'd do anything for your affection
Just a little attention
Anything for you to look at me
With anything but disgust.
Mother,
You hurt me;
It's so unbearable.
Because I strive endlessy for your approval
A sign that I'm not all that bad.
But to no avail.
Mother,
Will you hug me?
Please, mother, oh please.
Because I am nothing without you.
Mother,
This is all I have to give you,
This i
'Till I Break Down.Try not to laugh,'Till I Break Down.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Try not to scream,
Try not to smile,
As I see the blade gleam.
Looking for rest,
Looking for peace,
Looking for something,
To make the madness cease.
Praying for a saviour,
Praying for a life,
Praying for an answer,
But I'm left with a knife.
Cutting with a razor,
Cutting with your words,
Cutting with the silence,
But hoping that I'm heard.
Lying till I break down,
Lying till I cry,
Lying till I'm broken,
Just wishing I could die.
I hope they see beyond this,
I hope they understand,
I hope they see the reason,
For the blood above my hand.
Crying for the past lies,
Crying - I can't win,
Crying simply
Tears of Crimson BloodTears of Crimson Blood8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She lies on her floor
Crying her tears of crimson blood
Her room is filling quickly
It's becoming a flood
She's been betrayed too many times in this life
She yearns to be someone's happy wife
It can never happen
She knows it's the end
Look, she's beginning to choke
Yet still she lies there
letting herself soak
This world is filled with hate
But she wants to be something great
It can never happen
She knows it's the end
And with that last distressed breath
In that unfortunate flood
She comes to her sorrowful death
in her tears of crimson blood.
Here Lies Fallen SnowHere Lies Fallen Snow8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here Lies Fallen Snow,
her tears stained of blood drawn,
and her heart made of gold.
Here Sends the signal,
her hands bound in bloods seat,
and her mind made of pain.
Here Lies Fallen Snow,
her words ripped of bloods throat,
and her soul dead in a silver casket.
Be not proud so soon,
and drown in your pity,
for your words did kill,
that which was once purity.
Here Lies Fallen Snow,
her tears made of ice,
and her voice rasped of sorrow.
Here guides the winds,
her rage melted into lead,
and her heart torn of beat.
Here Lies Fallen Snow,
her thoughts skewered of joy,
and her soul killed by your hands.
Be not so calm yet,
a
How is it...?How is it that you found me?How is it...?8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I didn't want to be found;
when I hid myself away
behind what I thought were
impregnable walls.
How did you scale my icy fortress,
to find the poor soul
sequestered from the world;
locked away;
keeping people from entering,
and preventing myself from leaving?
How is it that you saw me?
When I thought myself invisible;
when I protected my real identity
from society in general.
How did you see past
the flawless facade,
to find the chipped mask of my being
unkempt and fading?
How is it that you heard me?
When I felt my voice crack;
when the imposed silence
came to an abrupt halt.
How did
WitheringWithering8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Withering
That time has come I stand here alone,
In my desert, time stands still
I take thy knife,
I look around once more,
All I see is despair,
I read my note once more,
I can no longer carry on there is no point,
My life has crumbled before me,
For those who tormented me may,
This action haunt your memories for the rest of your life,
I sway my knife,
At my wrist, blade facing downward,
I take one last look, I just see my desert no escape I'm trapped,
I move the knife with strength across my wrist,
My problems still remain this did not stop them,
Maybe this was a mistake?
The problems shall be gone soon,
I am now withering
Cycle of RedCycle of Red8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The urge is too great
I have to make the cut
See the red marks again
Watch the track going down
The sight is satisfying
Looking at the red stripes
My hands and arms shivering
I gasp as the blade slits my skin
Closing my eyes, feeling the pain
Enjoying every single bit of it
I clean the knife with iodine
Feeling the blood rolling down
I look to see a red path
It makes me longing for more
I put some iodine on the cut
The substance makes it sting
This feels great, a different pain
The iodine does its job
Soon it is finished
Then I want more
More pain
More relieve
More blood
I yearn for the next slice
But I can't do it now
cutcut8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I cut a cross
I feel the sting
This little knife
to which I cling
Pierce my skin
I make a heart
And watch my world
Fall apart
My head is spinning round and round
Falling fast, I hit the ground
Someone get me help I just might die
Someone pick me up, bring me to the sky
A little star
In my skin
drawing it
with a pin
With my razor
a triangle on my hand
This isn't happening
This wasn't planned
My head is spinning round and round
Now I'm lost, please make me found
Pick me up from the floor on which I lie
Take me under your wings, please let me fly
From my eyes flow the tears
I think back on these horrible years
His hand
Made To BeMade To Be8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's like a punch in the mouth.
Your jaw goes all numb.
Maybe blood.
Probably blood.
A cut.
Teeth in your flesh.
Your own.
Your eyes water, despite the effort you put into making them not.
And you cry.
Like a baby, you cry.
And you cry and you cry and you cry.
You keep crying from crying, you're so fucked up at this point.
And just to make yourself detachable, you spit.
Just spit.
Blood and saliva and teeth.
All over the ground at her feet.
Youspitandyoucryandyoucryandyoujust
wanttorunbecauseithurtsandithurtsand
youcryandyoushakeandyoucan'tmoveyou
feelherlaughingeventhoughshe'snotand
youspitoutwordssofastandinchoherentand
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