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IncholPoem Jan 2019
IT  HAS  BEEN
6  YEARS
NOT
BILLION  YEARS
NOR  600  BILLION  YEARS
IN  SPACE   TIME.


IT  HAS  BEEN
  TOO  MANY
DAYS.

I  DO  NOT
SEE  YOU.


YOUR  BLACK
masked  cloth
was  on  nose
and  long   hair
ready  to
be  alive  again.

BELIEVE     I
HAVE  NO  INTENTION
TO  CUT  THEIR
NECK.
Timur Shamatov Jan 2019
Every cut,
     every fall,
          has lead me to this moment.

And I think...
        I’m ready to finally meet you.
Coming on 35 years of age and I think I’m ready to give my time to one person.
IncholPoem Jan 2019
You  will
go  to  your
   home !


Where  are  you
  staying   in
the  city !


Why  did  not
cut  your  long
hair?

People  are
asking  thes­e  
questions.
Repeatedly  to
a  particular  man.



Millions  of  In­dian
and  world  people
stay  in  city
  homelessly.

Millions  o­f
hungry  people
are  staying
without    their
native    home.


­
Millions  of  
economically  poor
people  could  not
cut  their ­ 
long  hair.


No  one  ask
  that-  when   will
you   go  to
your   home?



Where  are
you  staying  in
the  city?


Why  did  not
c­ut  your  long
   hair?
courtney Jan 2019
I wish the  stars                        c/u/t    like
diamonds
ripping                                            op en  
s k i e s                                           I’ve never  
seen
                             Before.
mal monson Jan 2019
i carved your name into my thigh
because you asked me to bleed
and i would not

i carved your name into my thigh
because i wanted to bleed
but you did not

i carved your name into my thigh
and then i left you
or you left me
i dont know

i carved your name into my thigh
but it is gone now
and so are you

i am better for it
but i will never forget
how i carved your name
into my thigh
Shea Jan 2019
Like a moth
I'm drawn to the flame
Where I keep getting burned
I'm hurting in my soul.

My fingers are cut
My voice is weak
If there's anything left,
It was gone last week
ok okay Jan 2019
A shard of glass to paint his skin red
A lonely boy waits for his death
Too scared to slit his veins  
He cuts by his elbow and shoulder
Art is created with each scar that he sculpted
He is proud of his creation
Although, he knows he must hide it
They won't understand why he cut in the darkness
i like the way it feels, for reasons i cant completely explain.
mal monson Dec 2018
ill throw away my blades this time
Izzy Dec 2018
Cut
**** I messed it up
                                  I mess everything up

I'm a ******* failure
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