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Psycho
Contributed by
chlois
on
Wednesday, 21st April 2010 @ 07:53:05 PM in AEST
Topic:
self-harmpoetry
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I can see the flash of memories.
The cold edge against my skin.
It's sharp touch tearing my body.
The sea of red inviting me in.
My mind doesn't know why.
But my skin sings for pain.
Begs for the one moment of feeling.
Calls to me, unravels my inner desire.
I couldnt explain the reasons of my life.
My actions are a mystery to me.
I am a psychotic version of my mind.
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Re: Psycho
(User Rating: 1 ) by Nevilleconnie on
Wednesday, 21st April 2010 @ 07:59:51 PM AEST (User
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inspiration hit's at the oddest of times sometimes doesn't it? But those are the moments that are best to write a piece of poetry. I can really feel the emotions in this poem. Great job!! |
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Re: Psycho
(User Rating: 1 ) by Chamaron on
Wednesday, 21st April 2010 @ 09:44:51 PM AEST (User
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Interesting last line, but I'm not quite sure it's true. You're not psychotic, you're human! And an excellent writer at that. Great piece. |
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