2 dimensional salvation
found in a razorblade
my silver deliverance.
With deeper cuts, and more reason
I walk in diverse fields,
far from the city of the weak.
Gaping lips on my wrist
speak of the resolution
to all my problems.
spell out my misery
Linear marks etched in my flesh
until decay and rot strike
my fading canvas like
an unnatural solvent.
It's waiting to be found
like a long lost tale of hurt
enscribed on the walls
in the house of man.
It hangs in secrecy
beneath my clothes.
reflecting your thoughts
and opinions of my former self
line my surface in a repulsing array
of pale tiger patterns.
Evolution through laceration.
Skin slit like a cheap fabric,
releasing a river of life
on the banks of my forearm;
washing sin and shame
through fleshy deltas.
The depression equation
in emotional mathematics:
a division of veins
by a sharp edge occurs;
ecstacy felt as the crimson quotient
Aroused by the unending virginity in the act,
the sting ever present
as the mutilated satisfaction takes place.
My shirt hides more than my body,
but also the full extent of my descent
and a capacity of evil within me like a well.
And how I thirst.
When the blood dries
and the wounds heal,
you're left with white eyes
and pale elipses on your body
to stare at the world you hate so much.
im like again in awe of your work...holy [censored] i mean excuse my language but damn this one i love i was trying to find the lines that stood out more but damn they all are brilliantly placed and just how you wrote with the damn images and just your whole damn point i love how the ending left more to be wanted yet a finallity few people have accese to use in there poems. not many ppl end their poems as brilliantly as you geesh im like so im damn awe here....
I've probably told you this before but you are one of my favorite writers on here, dark as with most of yours but you're amazing with it, don't ever change that! your imagry was perfect, and I've never read a cutting one that made me remember so clearly when I used to cut, I've been good with not cutting for a few weeks but the whole "once a cutter, always a cutter" is still there....for now. I disagree with draco tho, people "like this" deserve more respect then people who blatently go on living and ignoring their own problems and everyone else's by smiling and believing tomorrow will be better, instead of trying to fix TODAY. This was so perfect, and not just as a cutter but in general I can really relate to this one. You had so many relative but silghtly different thoughts together but you managed to all bring them together wonderfully. as with many of your writes I wouldn't change a single thing. keep writing, I'll be waiting for the next one. peace, ~jess
Hm, well I must say I may not be able to comprehend a lot of them because I am not that type of person. I have a hard time understanding a lot of things though. Over all i think this was a good poem needs more work though.
This piece is very well done and obviously has deep thought put into it. I felt like this was you describing the feeling you get when you perform such actions, but I do not know if this is in fact based around you or not, so I cannot really say much in that aspect. I must be honest, I'm not really one for such depressing pieces, and I don't hold such people in "high regard", but i suppose I can see where you are coming from.
You used great wording and good imagry to really show the effects your actions have on you. You don't seem like the rhyming sort, and that possibly makes this piece better because you focused on the meaning rather than the format, which really helped.
Wow...This left me speechless..and thats hard to do..I guess I read it at the right time in my life..damn..this was awsome!!!!!!!
"When the blood dries and the wounds heal you're left with white eyes and pale elipses on your body to stare at the world you hate so much. "
...I loved these lines to death..Its just so easy to relate to..Sometimes I think i'm only still living to make myself suffer..or something like that..Because if I truly wanted to rid myself of this earth I would have done it by now..and I don't think its the earth I hate, I think its the people that take it over and destroy it, making my like impossible..Its people's nature to hurt and bring pain..I really did love this piece, just beautiful..and I'm guessing you cut, right?..Its the worst addiction, but I do it as well..It sucks that I would rather hurt myself and no one else..This poem was flawless, Keep up the great work!, and Take Care!
ok let us see what I can do with this.... resolution too all problems seems to be the invitation of death to the flesh....
Faded scars like braille spell out my misery and suffering....Man dude..What happend to ya?
I think we are all waiting to be found.We all have the cliché wish of being picked up and saved from the pain that lives within us all.
It hangs in secrecy beneth my clothes. Imperfect incicions...??? you a cutter? defowling the temple which hosts your soul.....
Evolution through laceration? I would say the phantasy of it all. Seeming to wash away the great sins and troubles...However is this a trick? When the trill of the bleed is over what is left?
The pain is what is hidden.....The depth of the dissapointment in life shrouds many of fellow human....
What better way to reveal the emotions. I am not loving the life that has been given...The life I never asked for. So cheers to those who travel through this maze and find a kindred spirit. All love company. Misery and joy. Welcome to my mind and pain...Sort it out for yourself....
This is a different write I must say. You have Great power between your finger and the pen. I can feel various levels of mistrust pain and suffering. I can see the release of so much pinned up anger. What better way to expose it. I've got my eye on you...... Keep lovin and livin life
I know how you feel. I have chronic depression and that poem really struck home. It also gave me a weird dark feeling inside. Actually, it really made me want to write some more. So, I think I will go write.
I rather liked this piece, the description and the imagination. The imagery here is executed so well, and works so greatly in your favour. I see what you mean by using words more powerful than 'anger and emotion' (And as much as I do that sometimes, I feel that the base word is always good to use as well) it makes it so sophisticated and has two layers... What you read on the surface, then what you read when you dig down deeper.
There were a lot of lines I really enjoyed reading in this poem... but I think my favorite had to be:
"When the blood dries and the wounds heal you're left with white eyes and pale elipses on your body to stare at the world you hate so much."
It's such a great view... it must take someone with great imagination and sophistication to be able to word it the way you did. To even be able to see it the way you did, just leaves an impact.
I also liked your use of literary devices such as alliteration, metaphors and similies. You're great when it comes to expanding and working with things such as this.
As much as I love this poem, and everything you've done with it... I've found one error. And it's not really an error it just makes your overall structure look a little better. The first word, of the first stanza should/could be 'two' instead of '2' and I'm not sure whether you agree with my views or not, it's only my opinion.
Thanks for sharing your work with me, and commenting on my poem ^_^ Although, never feel as if you owe me anything! Beacuse you definitely don't. I love you <3
[Also, the great thing about poetry 'Draco-Joe' is the fact that you can write about things in a manner such as this without ever having to do them. And as much as your view may be correct, even if a person has done something such as this there is a lesson to be learned and your judgement is not greatly appreciated. Because no matter how much you scorn them, and no matter how much you tell them they're wrong for doing such an act, it won't change them... they have to change them.]
This was cool. I have to say, not very original in the idea of the poem, but then again you were probably just venting and not keying in on originality.
However, the eloquency(sp?) of this piece, the intellectual way you presented your feelings and the facts of how things were was amazing. Theres a lot of pain and suffering in this piece, a lot more hidden levels then most of the suicide pieces I've read.