Description: This poem isn't that great, but it tells a story I guess. Basically, I just wanted to write about, well, me I guess, and put the event into words for whatever reason. I don't mind if you bash it, but first, I know where I went wrong and that this isn't my best work.
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Etch the letters
Into my skin.
The cold serrated blade
Leaving a burning trail behind.
Let the word come forth.
My blood rises
From its prison,
Flowing upwards
Creating the characters.
Let the word come forth.
My mind hears
The screams from my nerves,
But fails to act
On the agonised cries.
Let the word come forth.
With one
Everlasting stroke,
The whole world
Is told of what I am.
Let the word come forth.
The word,
Etched into my skin for all to see.
Leaves me now, and forever
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I think that it was well writen. I know the feeling. Why am here? Would they miss me if I was gone.. I never can do anything right.. etc.
So many things we ask ourselves about our existance.
This has more meaning then the usual cutting poem, by that I mean that you put more feeling into. Yet still you seemed to be doing because it had to be done. So that the world could see who you were. Worthless... a powerful emotion. The feeling that you have no value, no reason-- I hope that you soon realize that you are anything but what you have stated. takecare ~jennifer
You my Friend are not worthless You are a living breathing Soul with a Lot of Heart I can tell from your words you are just trying to reach out not only for yourself but for others I hope and Pray you find Peace and Love God Bless Ron
Please if you get a chance take a look at some of my writes and let me know what you think Thank You Ron
this is different from other cutting poems I've read, because I don't recall people carving words. Was the line "Let the word come forth" in reference to Christianity? That brings forth some interesting symbolism for me as a Christian. The way I can read it is how we as "man" can devalue ourselves, where God wants to give us value, to carve a new word, name on us. I could probably go on, and I've probably taken this on a tangent you may not have anticipated, but the good think is that this piece is thought provoking. I'm inspired to write a response poem to this. Keep Writing! Nicely :)
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