you
are chaste
yet you cry
*******
you can't
taste but
want still more
you are rigid, yet so plastic,
you're a ****** and a *****.
You're a wraith yet o so solid
You're pliable, yet never bend
still a square, you are yet Ovid
though you knit you also rend
Having grace, you're still
so awkward, having not
a thing great worth
going east you're
headed westward
coursing wind to
touch the earth
You're a liar
yet still truthful
of all things true
you practice art.
ancient being you
are still youthful
What are you?
The female
HEART.*


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 25, 2014

Family’s not only
Blood and bone
It’s being each other’s cornerstone.

Sometimes the person who
Makes your blood boil and
Brings irate beats
To your pulse

Can also be the one 
To ease your mind
Or cause you to smile
Uncontrollably

...And I have yet to figure out
How this can be.

Millions of unanswered questions
Thousands of unexplained truth
Hundreds of unknown things
And yet, we still continue to live

In a few hours I will be facing the monster.
The one who took my innocence,
My childhood, my soul.
I need to take back control
I pray for strength.
He needs to pay for the hurt
The hurt then and now.
My lack of being able to function normally....his doing.
I need to stand tall
Be firm...make him suffer
Like he made me.

I can do this
The time has come
Today you pay!

Laying outside.
Got a shiny new blade in hand.
I love the way the sun shimmers off it.
A new blade...needs to be used.

I am actually feeling good.
But still have the urge.
The  urge  to cut.
To feel that  slice  into skin.

I am  addicted  to cutting.
I feel a rush knowing what is coming.
The quickness of the  blade.
The slight pull of the skin.
Then the  red  bubbles of  blood.
That led into a path of  red  running
Down my arm.

Initiating the new  blade.
Cutting tonight.
Not to dull a pain.
But out of a  desire  to feel it.