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feelingBETTERkim

Re: my poem book *trig* maybe

Postby feelingBETTERkim » Mon Jan 19, 2009 4:46 pm

my anklet

I’ve made an anklet
Engraved in my skin
The red slashes
Form red ruby dots of blood
The veins of blue
Add sapphires to this
Piece of human jewelry
Perhaps next I shall
Make a matching
Bracelet or two?

feelingBETTERkim

Re: my poem book *trig* maybe

Postby feelingBETTERkim » Mon Jan 19, 2009 4:51 pm

I want to live

my friends think im suicidal
they don’t get it
i don’t want to kill my self
i just want to feel… free
when i cut I can forget
all my problems
and just concentrate
on the pain
for that second
I am free

feelingBETTERkim

Re: my poem book *trig* maybe

Postby feelingBETTERkim » Mon Jan 19, 2009 4:58 pm

A is for Alone


A is for Alone,
Because thats how I am,
B is for Beaten,
But I dont give a damn,
C is for Cutting,
And I cant seem to stop,
D is for Depression,
The illness Ive got,


E is for Everything,
Thats plaguing my mind,
F is for Feelings,
Which I cant seem to find,
H is for Hurting,
Deep inside myself,
I is for Injury,
That I inflict on myself,


J is for Joy,
Which I now cannot feel,
K is for Knife,
The pain makes this real,
L is for Life,
That just isnt fair,
M is for Mask,
Which I always wear,


N is for Nothing,
Thats what Ive become,
O is for others,
Who have left me alone,
P if for Pain,
Thats killing my soul,
Q is for Questions,
Hoping the answers will make me whole,


R is for Razor,
To cut into my skin,
S is for Suicide,
The self destructive sin,
T is for Time,
Which goes ever so slow,
U is for Unhealed,
The scars that wont go,


V is for Victim,
Is this is me?,
W is for Wounds,
Which everyone can see,
X marks the spot,
Where my heart once was,
Y is for Yearning,
To end this lost cause.

feelingBETTERkim

Re: my poem book *trig* maybe

Postby feelingBETTERkim » Mon Jan 19, 2009 5:06 pm

i was that girl

i sit there in spirit form
watching them gather around my corpse
tears raining down from each eye i could see
and the cops telling them to leave
that this was a crime scene
tears tears andscreams of
"i wont leave!"
at the top of your lungs
"let me see my baby!"
these rain drops that you create;
i dont deserve
i was just a waste
a pathetic attempt
a rookie mistake
but if you must know
the murderer did not take pity on me
she slit my wrist
un-till i blead all i could bleed
i screamed at the pain
but i didnt try to stop her
a blade; was her weapon ofchoice
but this wasnt any girl
she seemed so small
so hurt inside
so misunderstood
not a child from the devil
as some might say
but a tortured angel
no one treated her right
they all thought she wasn't a good fight;
so they stepped all over her
and threw her away
her life was a cruel and endless circle
she saw an opening
a glitch in the plan
there was one way she could stop
this evil torchuring
so she took her only way out
and i know all of this
because i was that girl.
As far as i could remember
all she wanted was somebody
to hold her and tell her it was
going to be ok
maybe if there was
it wouldnt end this way.

feelingBETTERkim

Re: my poem book *trig* maybe

Postby feelingBETTERkim » Mon Jan 19, 2009 5:11 pm

You think you understand

You think you understand
Haha that's funny
You write as if
You get it
But
You
Don't
To jump would be so easy
To cut would be even
Easier
But you write
You write as if these things have happened to you
I laugh
Laugh at your pitiful attempts
To understand
To convey:
The pain
The tears
The anguish
The fears
My mind scares me
Does yours scare you?

_____________________________________________

whispers of death

I lay here and stare at the sky
Watch the clouds and the birds fly by
The wind blows and the tree tops sway
Voices whisper my name then say
"Come to us, we do not bite
You cannot see us, out of sight
Birds only dream of where we soar
Come with us we'll show you more."
They showed me all of the other side
That's why we commit suicde
I stood there above my body as it lied on the hill
Exactly how I watched the dead rose in the window sill
I listen to the voices and what they say
I smile slowly, as I fade away

feelingBETTERkim

Re: my poem book *trig* maybe

Postby feelingBETTERkim » Mon Jan 19, 2009 5:19 pm

last one out of my book for now may post more later......

Scratch

Cut, Scratch, Scrape
blood dripping down my arm
it numbs the pain
I can not lie
sometimes I wish I would just die
I cannot stop this addiction
but it makes me feel better
I place the razor on my arm and slide it up and down
the blood tricles down my arm and lands on the carpet
I quickly shove a jumper on
and try and clear the stain
and think about the next time
I cut myself again
Last edited by feelingBETTERkim on Mon Jan 19, 2009 8:57 pm, edited 1 time in total.

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Re: my poem book *trig* maybe

Postby feelingBETTERkim » Mon Jan 19, 2009 5:49 pm

warning pic at bottom may be trig.....pic not of me


Im fine

Finding a sharp object
Shining silver blade
Stare at it, remember the rush
Blood stained metal
First, then deeper
I start to slide the blade
Lines on my arms and legs
Go over the old ones
I can feel it
Everything will flow away now
Seeing red now, watch the bleeding
Pain then relief, a distraction
My addiction
Faster, faster,
Need togo deeper, more cuts
These are a part of me
Strangely beautiful, I think
I don't know why
Words etched into skin
Over and over again
And I can can feel my heart beat faster
Alive, keep breathing...
Smear blood onto paper
I write words
Of misery, hate and lonliness.


Image

feelingBETTERkim

Re: my poem book *trig* maybe

Postby feelingBETTERkim » Tue Jan 20, 2009 11:22 pm

old poem but i like it

Change

You never know what is good in life
untill you loose it.
You never know where you're gonna go
unless you've already been there.
Life has it's twists and turns
you can never go
without getting bruises or burns.
You may think you're happy,
when deep inside you're not.
Someone trys to teach you a lesson
not worth being taught.
Changes in life
are every day.
You should live it your fullest
in each and every way.

feelingBETTERkim

Re: my poem book *trig* maybe

Postby feelingBETTERkim » Sat Jan 24, 2009 10:02 pm

ALONE

Alone she sits crying her heart out
thinking what have a done for this...
all the while thinking alound she wanted to simply paint a picture,
a picture with a twist,
so she painted that picture with a razor
to her wrist
her last resrt her last escape
and now shes in a better place
her pain relived
her heart a whole once more
and a forgotten soul,
now can see the light
that she stands in now and forever...
and all she left for those she loved
was a rose splattered with her memories...

feelingBETTERkim

Re: my poem book *trig* maybe

Postby feelingBETTERkim » Sat Jan 24, 2009 10:02 pm

LOST FOR WORDS


The words I’m about to speak were stolen from my tongue
Now I’m spoken for by some deaf corporate soul with funds
Who distorts them all and sells them back to me in the form of newspaper
So my own story becomes new data
I wanted to be a verbal artist ‘cause I’ve got love for speech
But money talks and I can’t afford the pleasures of such luxuries
So I remain mum – like others in the place I came from
Now tears have replaced the liberating words I gave up.
So, should I play dumb and just accept and open
My mouth to recite new words in the form of slogans?
Why should I rejoice at a new voice if I don’t own it?
Why should I have an inner voice if I can’t expose it in sound
If my soul is renounced, then I’m as good as dead
If I didn’t love the stone house, I would have fled
But I remain hidden in the dark corners where I won’t be heard
Teaching myself to speak until I get lost for words …


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