Hmmm.
I can see where you tried to go with the poem. It didnt really achieve anything for me. Not everyone feels that sort of... pain.
The clock reads 7:48 PM as I sit on the side of my bed blade in hand and tears flowing down my face as I ask myself,
Why do I feel like this?
How do I feel?
All these emotions, what are they? What do I do?
What do I do?!
I sit there no longer in this world, but in my mind.
I cant see anything at all,
I can only hear the screams of all my emotions trying to get to me through a locked door.
They're all screaming,
Do it, let the blood flow like the tears flowing down your face. Let us out through your blood. I'm now in the darkest corner of my mind trying to hide from all the noise, then I'm back in my room with blood dripping slowly to my feet, tears staining my face.
I glance at the clock it reads 11:48 PM as I sit on the side of my bed blade in hand tears flowing and blood dripping.
Last edited by flaminghate; Feb 12, 2007 at 03:27 PM.
Hmmm.
I can see where you tried to go with the poem. It didnt really achieve anything for me. Not everyone feels that sort of... pain.
Seduced by Flesh
I TOTALLY AGREE! my heart goes out to you, i feel your pain!
You're right most people do feel this way and it's so sad. I hate to hear about someone trying to take their own lives over what is sometimes over nothing. Great job and I look forward to reading more.
"Sunset Kisses Along The Beach"
Made for me by HolderofTheDarkChalice
Thanks so much I love it!
The good ideas that didn't work,
the spinster who taught maths and Greek,
the boarded-up, what was once a corner shop,
those passing through, those who make do,
the well-established, the little palace,
the family home, the them and us,
the completely refurbished, the new build,
the closed National school, the wind
down entries, the instant sunlight,
the sound of music, the endless traffic,
the steel grid on the parlour door,
the dark street of solitary trees,
the monkey puzzle, the bulging hedge,
the cemented-over, the minimalist look,
the climbing roses, the hanging drapes,
the dickey-dy-do's, the rickety bed,
the flaking paint, the box room,
the rustle of a newspaper, a noise next door,
the snaps of mother and father,
the wakeful, the troubled, the early riser,
the timber floors, the young one's car,
ferns in the backyard, the rapid skies,
the original fittings, a shower of rain.
ummm...habte your suppose to make your own thread not on other people's thread-_-
Its an amazing thing, the human mind that is. How as humans we each have our own very different, very special way, of dealing with our emotional anguish. I feel your poem captures the rush of emotions that go through a person who would release pain in such a way...
- Ashe
I swear I am going to make the best of my life... Up until my final moments and my last breath... So don't be mistaken and take this Ashe, as having only one shade... For you never know which card this Ashe will play next...
thanks Ashe^_^
I spent two hours thinking of a name for the poem and it took me three hours to make it.
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