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Jay Jul 5
Bruised and bandaged blisters
On hands ravaged by wars
Against one's own life through years
Paired with cascades of burning tears
And left dangling o'er wooden floors.

Though you may run from your fate,
You'll never escape its iron grasp.
Reality will grab you and hold you down,
Pulling you under a diminished frown
Until you end the pain at last.
if i do not tend to my wounds they will become infected
inflamed, red, hot to the touch
rotting and dripping with pus

i know this, and still i let them fester
refusing to remove the soiled bandages because i know it will hurt
even though i am no stranger to pain

eventually the sickness will infect my blood
spread to the rest of my body and brain
maybe it will **** me
but i will not hold my breath

i have survived wounds like this before
i have the scars to prove it
i have no choice but to heal
and try again
Raven Feels Apr 19
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, dreaming is my official drug;}


some wound some abuse came to an ache a demand

things I wont suppose an understand

ought for them to ****

brought to me bruised with arms no one to fill

why does it make me mad

quickly to the rush if your eyes I hand

corner stances of broken promises landing to your palm

scratches I seem to beg my lips to kiss to calm

I hate to admit it but

I got it bad to that devilish sword

whispers of magic into my mind taste of words

cutting my limbs in crap

drowning my heavens in a trap

cause maybe then I dream

on the moment unpast unseen

think your feels would come to me

horror of a real I disbelieve

or not come to the sleeping nights I don't need

or not embrace the lots adore me in free

fly my stars to a miraculous scene

so resented so loved

yet so hard to redeem
  

                                                                             -------ravenfeels
I’m numb below the ankle
I walk on your eggshells
I pay no kind to splinters
I stomp on your land of glass

but in the middle of the night
when one sleeps so soundly
I weep at the sight of my wounds
for they do not ache a bit

I can stitch them myself again
using thread from my knickers
I make it much easier for you
to do as you do, I’m still bleeding

consequently I’ve left in shards
this repeats most every time
and at mid-sky I do it all again
I hear crunching beneath my skin

I think that’s why I feel nothing
nothing below the ankle
nothing below the belt
I’m cast away in a body of glass
I wish to feel something again
LC Apr 13
the glass broke through my skin,
piercing my heart over and over.
the agony brought me to my knees
as I carefully removed the shards.
the wounds sting, craving relief,
from a soothing, cool, light balm.
I slowly apply it, closing my eyes
as it enters the wounds on my heart,
bringing me comfort as I start to heal.
#escapril day 12!
Harshel Mar 29
I have my wounds to show
Savoring these as more grow
When i asked the rising sun
It shredded it's dark light to run
Avoiding my soon to come dread
But the moons crept saying not fret
All of them revealing your brew
I have started to forget you
As that night memories all of which flew
annh Mar 27
...back broken...
...divinely kneeling...
...mending reflections...

...feeling the delusion...
...waging a war...
...fuelled by resentment...

...old wounds distance me...
...soft tissue...
...neatly hidden...
...from mothering...




...withdrawing criticism...
...that’s all it takes...
...without shame...
...of surrender...

...open the door...
...feel the longing...
...take the brave step...

...with you unafraid...
...all my intricate defences...
...would be taken away...

An experiment: pick a book, open it at a random page, close your eyes and see where your finger lands. Repeat steps two through four until the novelty wears off. Shuffle and compose. Omit the unintelligible. ;)

‘It starts off like climbing a tree or solving a puzzle - poetry, if nothing else, is just fun to write.’
- Criss Jami, Killosophy
Allesha Eman Mar 20
Growing pains,
It hurts when your bones break the tethers
And you float above oblivion
only to see yesterday smiling back at you
holding out bandages
to wrap your open wounds,
and send you off to tomorrow,
toward a monument of obstacles
you forgot you had already crossed
Beware of *******
Wounds they give
Often beyond stitches
You will bleed
Till you die
They say time heals all wounds
Honestly that is *******
Sometimes it doesn't matter what you do
Pain has dug too deep of a pit
There are instances where you lack the strength
Or can't find a foothold to climb
The distance up is just too great of a length
And then what good is time?
Some cuts never quit bleeding
They just slowly run dry your veins
Every day the sting keeps on repeating
Years pass yet the hurting remains the same
Maybe not everyone but some of us have a harder time mending. Me being one of those.
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