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Eve Feb 2015
Looking at it from 10 inches
Look away
"No, no not again" etched in your mind
Yet the vulnerability of your heart aches for it
Stretching for it ..
Pulling back ..
Leaning forward ..
Turns away..
Grabs it..
It's in your hand..
You smile ..
Your heart pleased
Your mind unease
One,
Two,
Three..
Tears fall uncontrollably
Blood spilling easily
One,
Two,
Three..
Stop?
No..
You smile even wider..
One,
Two,
Three..
Love.
Is the blade sharp enough.. ?

-fir.m
kaylene- mary Jan 2015
"Can I offer you a drink sir?"
He didn't flinch,
Reacting with such demur.
He resembled grief to the last inch.
Maybe he didn't hear me.
"Sir? In need of a whiskey perhaps?"
Maybe it needn't be,
But it seemed as if he was ought to collapse.
Cigarette slipped between his teeth.
Leaking wounds along his hands.
I soon noticed the blade beneath.
I knew then that he is one who understands.
His head stayed down,
Hidden behind a defence of stubble.
Long last, he came around.
"Make it a double."
I'm better now,
I am,
I've shut off that part of my mind,
No,
Cut off
There are no connections left,
I was not born until,
After.

I'm better now,
I am,
I don't need this mask,
I don't need to hide,
Because all I had to hide is gone,
And my eyes want to see,
Without the blur at the edges,
Of my life.

I'm better now,
I am,
Just don't ask me
Because then I'll snap,
And I won't hesitate,
I will stop your questions,
By any means,
Or any blade.

I am better now,
I am,
Please believe me,
No one else will,
They keep making things worse,
Picking at the wounds I thought were gone,
Forcing me to bleed,
When I thought I was empty.

I was better,
I thought,
Am I still?
I'm not sure,
I really don't know,
But I know one thing:
I am better,
When I'm with friends.
WickedHope Dec 2014
Babe,
your name
has always looked
loveliest
written
in red.
Saw your mom today.
- - -
Do you remember what you learned that October?
Poetic T Dec 2014
It would take time
"Upon a promise"
I would never let you pass
Life
&
Death
Meant nothing as we were
Connected, what I had to do
Took conviction,
Loyalty,
Love,
Commitment
To keeping you within the living
"Blade Of  Essence"
"Drink to your full"
Each one I shed a tear for
But love concurs all,
Many must negate there existence
For one to live,
"It took all life with but a ******"
Essence of life concentrated but a drop
"Each had felt bone cut In to flesh"
There features fluctuated, then dust
For with out
Life
Force
Nothingness
Remained,  a breath of wind
Pasted and features were lost
As into the abyss they disappeared,
I needed to fill all
There were five pins, each one held
The essence of many lives,
I had taken many,
But it did not only give life
"Restored youth"
I had been at this such a long time,
The scars upon flesh never heal
I grip hard as I cut,
Jagged,
Torn,
Flesh
Marks, are a story of my journey
I do this for
"LOVE"
"She is my existence"
I have taken so many
So much essence
Now my journey nearly ended
So few left to fulfil existence,
I need her to
Breathe,
Pulse,
Love
Conquers all, each fought valiantly
But the blade greeted each and all,
I have filled the pins, now is the time,
"Each given of essence"
"All bleed life"
"That which was before"
"Essence of life restore as was before"
I paused, I waited an eternality
Of moments,
Breath returned
Pulse returned
Angelic in her looks,
Her eyes opened after so many lifetimes
"She gazed upon me"
Saw scars upon flesh
I told her the moments of eternity
That love lives forever
And nothing in
Above
&
Below,
Would separate two beats as one,
Lips were connected
So many lifetimes
Met in moments, love breathed anew
Then pain shuddered
"I felt weak"
"Whispers echoed upon fading life"
"Love can not be feed with taken life"
As lips caressed, life turned to dust
"Our embrace were moments"
Then I realised that love conquers all even death
"What had I done"
Taken so many,life for life isn't living
"We were but concentrated droplets"
Our moment now lost to the winds
"The blade of essence"
Drank its full, may we both find our love in the **afterlife..
Why do I always crave the knife
Or broken protractor
I'm sick of this
Never ending **** really
It feels so good to just scrape the blade
On my bare skin
Not cutting or leaving a single mark
Just feeling the blade
Feeling it
I guess I just want to feel something
And tha used to bring me comfort
I want to feel comfortable again
I hardly remember what that is like
And why does something that causes pain
Make it easier to breathe
Takes away the pain
The blood shows that my ticker still beats on
I've never drawn blood
I wonder if the ticker is beating after all
It sure feels dead in there
I'm not sure this is a poem
Just a series of thought
I guess that's what poetry is, right?
7-13-14
oni Dec 2014
they always told me
that my heart would never heal
if i kept letting it break
and break
and break
and break
but i never listened
and probably never will
because i gave up on caution when i was 12
nowadays i claw at my throat
and tear at my hair
pick at scabs on my forehead
and play with pencil sharpener blades
all to get away
just to get away
maybe one day i'll get away
but for now i am stuck
in this never ending ocean
of chewed up words
and scarred skin
and fragments of memories once held dear
because once anything gets close enough to me it shatters
just as i have shattered myself
Courtney Nov 2014
I thought of falling in love and your hands trace my thoughts like every word I mutter could mean everything at that moment and I live in constant demand of your arms around my waist and your lips pressed against my neck yet I runaway every time I get close enough to feel your breath
but the further I run the closer you pull me in never letting me get far enough away to forget your name completely and my lips only know two tastes anymore and it's ***** strung with your name
while I repetitively try to wash the stain you leave behind but it only keeps growing and you're not even here, yet I can feel your hands on my skin and I'm tearing at everything, trying to break free of your arms when all I wanna do is fall into you
Courtney Nov 2014
November
Never a happy month, never a happy time.
Two years ago, I felt the touch of a boy who never heard the words 'no' let alone knew how to listen to them.
A year ago, I felt a high that could only come from Vicodin, oxy, and whatever else I could get my craving, adolescent hands on. The first time I learned how to scream out in silence while I discovered the rush of not being in control and falling into what I've come to terms with as 'the spins'
This November, I wallowed, I drank away every ounce of imperfection id grown to hate, pounded down pain pills like they were the only release from the disastrous unified screaming matches that attacked every nerve cell on my body, in and out of black outs, never fully able to grasp the anchored weight I had placed on others hearts that night.
Awaken to hushed voices as if whispering could make the hatred I had for everything about my existence go away, as if whispering could make this vanish as if my craving for death had all been a nightmare, but the whispering did nothing but wake me from what I hoped to be a permanent sleep, awoken to my lungs gasping for air and my insides screaming to be freed from the chemicals I'd been drowning them in.
Untitled Nov 2014
The gorgeous girl
She smiled at her friends
Her parents never suspected
That when she was alone
In the silence of night
The blade ran over her skin
Drew blood from her body
Thousands on thousands
When one healed another formed
Long sleeves and jackets
His her pain
And no one suspected a thing
Please don't ever cut. I know it seems hard but I promise it will get better. I'm begging you to just tell someone and try to pull through for everyone who cares for you. If you don't think that anyone cares for you then just remember that I do.
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