Your Poetry Dot Com

Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!

Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+

Custom Search


Welcome !	Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 ·	30-January 21:36:48 AEST

Home

· Micks Shop

· Our eBay Store

· Error Submit

Poetry

· Topics

· Public Domain Poetry

Stories

Site Help

· FAQ

· Feedback

Members Areas

· Your Account

· Premium Sign-Up

Premium Section

Fun & Games

· Jokes

Reference

· Content

· Search

· Web Links

· All Links

Top

· Top 30

Help This Site

Others

· Recipes

· Moderators

Our Other Sites

· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

Social

Untitled for now

Contributed by anonymussme on Wednesday, 25th April 2007 @ 04:35:32 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

I desperately just want to run that blade over my skin
Pulling, parting, gliding, slipping
But only with an added ounce of pressure
That tiny taste of what my mental palette used to devour
All the best foods youve ever had, wrapped up into one miraculous bite
But careful not to mix and blend the ones that shouldnt fuse
The sensations racing through my body ever quickly ever fixing
Would they dare to be different than before?
Or are memories distorted after scores of time without release?

The first one during relapse is always the worst
The sting always harsher, the emotions always deeper
Until you reach that point of deadened ecstasy the pain you cause is real
Real enough that if you stop and think
You realize what youre doing is repulsive
If you stop and think
You remind yourself of all the things that helped you stop
And all the problems this will cause
But if you manage to shut your brain off for a moment
And get past the point of possible return
Everything goes slip sliding out of grasp

It's no longer necessary to express your mental destitution
The bottle inside you has burst and its contents seem to evaporate into nowhere
There is no need to share the feelings you couldnt articulate
No need to expose your innermost jumbled thoughts to a man that takes notes while you talk but youre sure isnt listening
In the end the only thing your new slightly wounded body is feeling is bliss
Is it really a wound and will you put yourself through this?

I sit here late at night weighing the sweet pros and the wicked cons
As long as Im still thinking I know Im safe
The only problem is that Im not sure I want to be safe
All I want to do is forget all the reasons I cant
And just do it
In the end, the moment of sting felt at the initial break of skin by blade doesnt hurt
But the grief Id feel at having to explain the marks to my friends
Isnt yet worth the instant sigh rushing through my body in sudden liberation

Copyright © anonymussme ... [ 2007-04-25 04:35:32]
(Date/Time posted on site)

Advertisments:

Previous Posted Poem | | Next Posted Poem

Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more

All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.

While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com