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~Ecstasy~

Contributed by MalevolentDreamer on Sunday, 5th January 2003 @ 02:00:00 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



I take the knife in hand, it's blade sharp and ready
Pressing it to the skin, I await the rush of red
But it does not come
Bewildered, I shrug it off
Moving the blade to a new spot, I press again
Still there is no blood.
I toss the knife aside,frustration tugging at my mind
Picking up the next closest tool now, a pair of scissors
Opening them I nudge at my arm
Where is the blood? Why does it not show?
Once again I relocate,slashing the metal at pale skin
And again no fountain of crimson.
Now the scissors fly through the air,crashing against the wall
My last resort, a harmless little thumbtack
Poking at a blue line in vain
Finally after what's seemed like an eternity,I feel a sudden pain
Thrilling pain, shooting up my arm
The point has pierced the flesh
Although just little over a droplet, the blood shows
Bright against the white of my forearm,looking beautiful to me
I taste it
It's so smooth, the bitterness coursing over my tongue
New energy running through me, a sudden rush
I feel renewed.
For now, the thirst is quenched
But there will be a next time, there always is.
But I'm done, until then...

©2002 by MalevolentDreamer




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Re: ~Ecstasy~ (User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on Sunday, 5th January 2003 @ 03:03:02 PM AEST
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It's not about how well a poem goes with people, it's about writing from your heart and soul in which you have clearly done, i myself can relate to this all to well my friend although i've never not been able to see the blood....but i have many times bled and tasted it as well as smeared it upon my face....that was a very dark time in life for me...and i do have to say so many times i struggle not to let this be part of my world again.....but my heart and soul is touched deeply by this write....you write beautifully.....it would be hypocritical for me to ask you to stop cutting, but my friend never cut so deep your own life cannot be saved...
.:*~*:.OreO.:*~*:.


Re: ~Ecstasy~ (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Monday, 6th January 2003 @ 02:43:08 PM AEST
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This is really morbid, but I like it. I like how everything is described so well. There is lots of pain in this poem pain that I believe I have felt as well. Remember even though it mayfeel as if u are alone you are not someone will always care. You should check out my poems some of them are like yours. Stay safe.

Bobo (Joel)




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