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a painting

Contributed by ashleigh4 on Friday, 20th December 2002 @ 03:00:00 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



question marks upon my skin
becokoning razor to enter in
the razor does, and with delight;
the blood shines through-what a sight!

crimson splatter on off-white tile
the pain,the pleasure, i sceam, i smile
the blood escapes-a whisper, untold-
my skin, a canvas-the pain i hold

the painting, not pretty-nor the painter,nor muse,
the production is subject to internal abuse.
the painting, an opus, a work of art
is abstract, evil, from a black heart.

but i scream, escape, cut, and cry,
viewing this painting helps me to die
i have no purpose, i struggle through pain
to enduce me to live, or die again

so we analyse this painting, critique and view
this absurdity, and struggle-how can this be true?
despised, repulsed, as they analyse
cerise and crimson, they stare through my eyes

and i hang there, alone
naked and exposed
as Goy's work is displayed
and my canvas is flayed.




Copyright © ashleigh4 ... [ 2002-12-20 15:00:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: a painting (User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on Friday, 20th December 2002 @ 03:46:07 PM AEST
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Tis very deep and very sad......my heart is right there...
.:*~*:.OreO.:*~*:.


Re: a painting (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Friday, 20th December 2002 @ 06:00:40 PM AEST
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Wow, this is very moving and disturbing. One of my favourite poems I've ever read... seriously. This is very well written two lines that grabbed me were, "my skin, a canvas - the pain I hold" nmd its all so amazing. AWESOME POEM ashleigh!

Your friend,
Bobo (Joel)


Re: a painting (User Rating: 1 )
by Gin on Saturday, 21st December 2002 @ 03:49:14 PM AEST
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this poem brings back memories...this is truly what you call a great write...I understand what you are going through and your feelings are expressed in this poem so stongly. I hope that you will soon realize that we all have a purpose in life and that you don't need to inflict pain amongst yourself...other people bring you enough pain to deal with




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