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Red Velvet

Author: disco superfly
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Words: 110
Class/Type: Poetry /Cutting or Mutilation
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I don't cut anymore. I think it's really stupid and pointless now, actually. I just wanted to write something that shows how addicting it can be. I wrote it a while ago though and I'm not sure if I like it. Comments are apperciated.

Red Velvet

Old glass was made to cut with

Old wine was made to stain

The white sheets in my bedroom

Or slide gracefully down the drain.

I used to believe in serenity

I was a daisy girl

But now that I'm experienced

I no longer dance and twirl.

Violets softly screaming

White roses control their tears

Crosses drug across the street

Are nicer then silver spears.

I'm falling in love with my red tears

The razor is controlling my mind

When you look past my pretty face

You'd be suprised at what you'd find.

Submitted on 2006-02-08 17:55:45     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  great write another for the list it shows that you care but that people should pay you more attention coz your worth it and that you sound like you need a few good friends
| Posted on 2006-02-09 00:00:00 | by Animus Custodis | [ Reply to This ]
  I have mixed thoughts on this poem. The thought behind it hits home, because my neice has been "cutting" for about a year or maybe alittle more, so it hits home. I try so hard to understand that, to understand the need to do it. So to hear you write about it, well, it's scary for a parent, a loved one, a friend to see that and not know how to help you through that. Not knowing the why behind it. So for that reason, it's powerful to me. I beg my neice to write. It can be such a powerful release. She promised to stop, we stopped seeing signs of the cutting on her arms, and believed her. Then a few weeks later, a friend told us she just does it where no one can see.. her legs, her feet, her breasts... What an enormous compund thing for a yong person to go through. Is there that much pain? That much hurt? Maybe those that don't cut or haven't will never understand. I commend you for writing. You did an excellent job writing this. I wish she could do the same. i'm glad to see you've stopped cutting. My best wishes to you! Keep writing.
| Posted on 2006-02-08 00:00:00 | by nicklacymatthew | [ Reply to This ]
  I absolutely love that poem. Just how you worded everything. my favourite line was "Violets softly screaming. White roses control their tears" It was beautiful. Its going to be in my favourites. Congrats, love
| Posted on 2006-02-08 00:00:00 | by atonement | [ Reply to This ]

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