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Scars
Contributed by
XxPerfectlySanexX
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Wednesday, 12th May 2004 @ 04:34:39 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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The knives are my energy,
The one things that makes me, me,
The only thing in life I can name as mine,
Every single pink line,
They remind me of what i've been through,
They make me feel strong in everything I do,
I got through all the past,
And the scars will always last,
Death was something I craved back then,
Using everything from a knife to a pen,
As long as something took my mind off the emotional pain,
And replaced with physical to keep me sane,
Slicing through me as easy as 1,2,3,
The next morning I paied the fee,
People pretending they care and understand,
Do they really understand my land?,
Pain and hurt repeating every day,
It's always me that has got to pay.
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Re: Scars
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by honeyrain on
Wednesday, 12th May 2004 @ 04:49:28 PM AEST
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I loved your poem,i liked the metaphor thing you had going.
my favorite lines:
Death was something I craved back then,
Using everything from a knife to a pen,
As long as something took my mind off the emotional pain,
And replaced with physical to keep me sane,
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Re: Scars
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by Winter_Mist2004 on
Wednesday, 12th May 2004 @ 07:50:46 PM AEST
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I applode you, very well writtin I used to cut and that's what I felt back then. Keep writting.
~Winter Mist |
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Re: Scars
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by NirvanaLotus on
Thursday, 13th May 2004 @ 07:18:56 PM AEST
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great poem hon. i dont know about you but the scars i can find the easiest on my skin are words i carved into my flesh.
KISS ME across my stomach, LIAR across my thigh, HATE and SACRIFICE carved into my palms.
scars mean what we do to survive |
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Re: Scars
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by Juliozgirl on
Thursday, 13th May 2004 @ 07:39:20 PM AEST
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This poem reflects my life so well. I lived like that for years! My friend, I hope things are better for you!
Much Love,
JuliozGirl |
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