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Urges
Contributed by
chlois
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Wednesday, 14th October 2009 @ 10:37:12 PM in AEST
Topic:
self-harmpoetry
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Everyone has urges, some strong, some uncontrollable.
My urge can't be controlled, not wanting, needing.
Feeling the need, calling for me, wanting me.
Remembering, cold metal against my skin, slice!
The life in red, streaming down my skin, warm.
The sad music, fading in the back of my mind, quiet.
My head feeling light, falling from my body, leaving.
Bright lights in the distance, the warmth comforts me.
I feel no more pain, no more worries, my world is safe.
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chlois
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2009-10-14 22:37:12]
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Re: Urges
(User Rating: 1 )
by ChaosFactor on
Wednesday, 30th December 2009 @ 11:17:21 AM AEST
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| I like that you portray the blood and the razor as something different for once. Not just as passion, rage or depression, but as a comfort. Interestingly soothing poem.. Great write. |
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