Catherine Pelletier: Favorites

Mar 2014 Catherine Pelletier

Poetic T

I write words on my flesh
with knifes gently scratched
in to my skin,the healing happens
words, meanings for ever there
many place to write to
keep the words locked in.

Deep words that bleed letters,
not gentle as before these words
scar my skin, messages not to forget
to deep to remove, always a message
to remember. Not only cut in to my
flesh but scaring the soul within.

I write words over my body the letters
locked in meanings do each have, I am
a canvass for love, hate, the pain that
I feel within.

Mar 2014 Catherine Pelletier

Scarification

Mar 2014 Catherine Pelletier

Charles Barnett

Scarification

I strike the Bic lighter
and flame erupts.
Like a miniature Pompeii,
Heat searing images of people,
Places, things, nouns and verbs
across my forearm on ****** skin.
Your face and words taking their place
Inbetween the small tattoo on my wrist
and the cigarette burns.

Mar 2014 Catherine Pelletier

I Feel Old

Mar 2014 Catherine Pelletier

JDK

I Feel Old

I used to have fun
I used to take walks
I used to have something special that I feel I've since lost
But for the life of me
I couldn't tell you what it was
Youth
Vitality
Maybe a soul
Whatever happened to it
Where did it go?

come back to me

Mar 2014 Catherine Pelletier

How Smoking Feels (From a Nonsmoker's View)

Mar 2014 Catherine Pelletier

Alaska

How Smoking Feels (From a Nonsmoker's View)

It burns.
Badly.
The burning sensation
Can take over and ****.
But you begin to like the burn.
Even crave it sometimes.
It's the kind of pain you secretly love.
Kind of like when you hurt someone you love,
Or when someone you love hurts you.
You know it's bad.
You know it's wrong.
But you just can't stop.
Because even though it's awful,
Even though it's painful,
Even though it's lethal,
It all hurts so good.

{alaska}

Mar 2014 Catherine Pelletier

Junkie

Mar 2014 Catherine Pelletier

John Edward Smallshaw

******

Injecting poetry and high on the verse in me,
I am ****** on the edge of free
and I want to jump.

Mar 2014 Catherine Pelletier

I'm depressed. I'm high. And I have no idea what I'm writing

Mar 2014 Catherine Pelletier

Damaged

I'm depressed. I'm high. And I have no idea what I'm writing

I was warming up tea and I put it in for a little too much time.
But it was too long so my tea boiled over and made a mess.
But that didn't mean I could never make tea again.
It just meant I had to wipe it up better and be more careful next time.
This reminded me of life.
That sometimes things bombard your life and everything happens at once.
And what happens?
You break
You boil over
But no matter what it is, not matter how much it hurts.
You just have to pick yourself up.
Brush off your hands.
And smile a little longer.

Mar 2014 Catherine Pelletier

Twenty-One

Mar 2014 Catherine Pelletier

rj

Twenty-One

One cut feel some pain
Two cuts to hit a vein
Three cuts you're feeling okay
Four cuts for the ****** day
Five cuts your blood flows like a river
Six cuts you shake and quiver
Seven cuts 'what's one more'?
Eight cuts there's a puddle on the floor
Nine cuts you've got a huge ****
Ten cuts you think it's just another cut
Eleven cuts when you get you're relief
Twelve cuts this one extra deep
Thirteen cuts you think you should be done
Fourteen cuts you will make another one
Fifteen cuts for being a failure
Sixteen cuts you still go deeper
Seventeen cuts you can't feel
Eighteen cuts the blood doesn't seem real
Nineteen cuts tears fall as your body does too
Twenty cuts your lips start to turn blue
Twenty-one cuts your mission is finally complete
You're laying in blood as you fall asleep.