sucidal letters and poetry

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by booklovr, Feb 5, 2016.

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  1. booklovr

    booklovr Well-Known Member

    I vent sometimes on paper....result : beautiful long devastating letters oozing Greif and helplessness or mediocre poetry....heres my last night.

    . she cuts
    When the world blurs out
    And her eyes choke on her tears she gasps for wind
    As she drowns in her fears
    Silent shouts of pure agony
    Fills her lifeless corpse
    Writhing in pain
    Numbed with grief
    She loathes her imperfections
    And counts her sins
    She boils and brews hatred
    And bathes herself in it
    She lets nobody know
    Nobody hear
    Nobody see
    Nobody near
    She grinds her grief
    And smokes her sorrow
    And then
    She gives up
    Fighting the battle
    Against herself
    Her demons come
    And leave her scars
    Cold blade breaks her skin
    Breaks her heart
    And metal tastes blood
    Relief washes over her
    Like a crashing wave
    But the torment returns like
    The next wave.
     
  2. booklovr

    booklovr Well-Known Member

    I vent sometimes on paper....result : beautiful long devastating letters oozing Greif and helplessness or mediocre poetry....heres my last night.

    . she cuts
    When the world blurs out
    And her eyes choke on her tears she gasps for wind
    As she drowns in her fears
    Silent shouts of pure agony
    Fills her lifeless corpse
    Writhing in pain
    Numbed with grief
    She loathes her imperfections
    And counts her sins
    She boils and brews hatred
    And bathes herself in it
    She lets nobody know
    Nobody hear
    Nobody see
    Nobody near
    She grinds her grief
    And smokes her sorrow
    And then
    She gives up
    Fighting the battle
    Against herself
    Her demons come
    And leave her scars
    Cold blade breaks her skin
    Breaks her heart
    And metal tastes blood
    Relief washes over her
    Like a crashing wave
    But the torment returns like
    The next wave.
     
  3. booklovr

    booklovr Well-Known Member

    I vent sometimes on paper....result : beautiful long devastating letters oozing Greif and helplessness or mediocre poetry....heres my last night.

    . she cuts
    When the world blurs out
    And her eyes choke on her tears she gasps for wind
    As she drowns in her fears
    Silent shouts of pure agony
    Fills her lifeless corpse
    Writhing in pain
    Numbed with grief
    She loathes her imperfections
    And counts her sins
    She boils and brews hatred
    And bathes herself in it
    She lets nobody know
    Nobody hear
    Nobody see
    Nobody near
    She grinds her grief
    And smokes her sorrow
    And then
    She gives up
    Fighting the battle
    Against herself
    Her demons come
    And leave her scars
    Cold blade breaks her skin
    Breaks her heart
    And metal tastes blood
    Relief washes over her
    Like a crashing wave
    But the torment returns like
    The next wave.
     
  4. booklovr

    booklovr Well-Known Member

    Another one
    (in not sure how this thread tgingy works)


    Every night
    She bathes in fire
    To face the world at dawn
    It cleanses her soul
    Of shallow sins
    And burns to smoulder
    The binding bridges
    It dissolves her regrets
    And Consumes her weakness
    It devours her flaws
    It makes her new
    And lights her up within
     
  5. booklovr

    booklovr Well-Known Member

    This one is hopeful

    Imagine
    Every time you lost control
    Every time grief cocoons your suffering soul
    And you cry
    Tears
    So round so pretty
    Caressing your warm cheeks
    And right before
    They hit the floor
    They turn to pearls
    Precious and translucent
    Pearls of salty Water
    Through which you can see the world
    But
    Up is down
    Right is wrong
    And your entire existence takes complement
    And your grief is now bliss
     
  6. booklovr

    booklovr Well-Known Member

    I'm sorry..last one promise

    The solitary mermaid

    Her lips part
    Salt soothes her burning wounds
    Stuck under the arch
    Niether side belongs to her
     
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