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bloody hands

Author: bite my lip
ASL Info:    20/f/nc
Elite Ratio:    3.22 - 59 /79 /12
Words: 101
Class/Type: Poetry /Angry
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bloody hands

alone in this corner.
with nothing but mirrors.
forcing me to gaze
at this wretched body.
why cry little one?
why cry?
your tears are insignificent and meaningless.
you are dead to me.

look at you.
you're dirty.
you're ugly.

you sit with you back against the wall.
with you head on your knees.
praying for sunlight.
praying for the rain to go away.
you're pathetic.
i should destroy you.
it's what you deserve.
you did this
there is no one to blame..

shattered glass reflecting hate
i lie.
close the door.
i am gone.

Submitted on 2004-11-08 17:00:51     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  The godly reflection that is cast by your inner hate. It makes us all cry. It is behind our eyes at all tymes- thys was beautiful…
| Posted on 2004-11-09 00:00:00 | by Six_Grey | [ Reply to This ]
  i really like this poem.
i think it's very strong
and i can relate to it in more ways than one.
my only comment would be to write
there is no one else to blame
rather than there is no one to blame.

it actually reminds me alot of a peom my friend wrote. here's a couple lines from it

I am filled with hate at myself
this distorted image of a girl in front of me
this undeserving piece of nothing that stares back at me through clear reflective glass
i wonder if my reflection has it any better than i
-Sarah Khanna
| Posted on 2004-11-08 00:00:00 | by Martine | [ Reply to This ]
  god... this killed me...

why cry little one?
why cry?
your tears are insignificent and meaningless.
you are dead to me.

it kinda has a split personality kinda feel to it... like its all the one person just different sides... this is very powerful... starting with 'me' and then switching right to this... these words 'dony cry little one' almost lulling you into a false sense of security... like a mother holding her crying child... its gonna be ok... but then no... you mean nothing to me... you are nothing... a total shock to how the reader expects it to be

then the condemnation... i felt it was self condemnation... the person looking in the mirror witht he 'shattered glass reflecting hate'
this is a very powerful write... the hate seeths from it leaving me kinda confused with the end... i lied... i am gone...?
did they leave the room? or did they end their life? i cant quite work that out really but yeah... the struggle for self acceptance that i took from this is very clear and to some extent overwhelming... very powerful write
| Posted on 2004-11-08 00:00:00 | by Someones Epiphany | [ Reply to This ]
  "shattered glass reflecting hate"

Is that where the bloody hands come in? I don't get it. You might want to be more descriptive in your writings.
| Posted on 2004-11-08 00:00:00 | by Lipgl0ssed | [ Reply to This ]
  wow-this is good...its def deep-and obviously has some personal meaning...i get two things out of this...ur talking about some1 u know who is going through all this...or about urself-ur reflection...or im just totally off-who knows...overall, great write
| Posted on 2004-11-08 00:00:00 | by brokenmirror | [ Reply to This ]

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