to compare this poem with the one posted just before. this is to cory, who hurt me enough to write another poem that was like the one about jackie [my silence].

i am not so much a soldierthese words cut like barbs ( Read more... )

So this is old, about four years, but i thought I'd compare this poem with the one that follows. Four years and the same situations still cause the same pain.

my silencei am silent, eerily silent ( Read more... )

Close your eyes again ( Read more... )

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Press it deeper
Feel the shame
Escape the truth
Embrace the pain
Let it out
Keep it in
Feel the heat
The cold within
Drop of head
Arch of wrist
The press of hate
A cold love's kiss
A wet aftermath
Face, hands and arms
Left whole and broken
In this ritual of self harm

Has It Made All The Difference?
A response to Robert FrostI sit here by myself ( Read more... )

In My Basement, Behind Locked Doors ( Read more... )

( Fuck, not my best work here, so it is going to hide )

Don't Dissect A Rainbow

How many times will you break my spirit?
            It's not my fault nobody likes you.
            Look at me, scorn in your eyes.

How many times will you make me cry?
            I meant it to be funny, stop being such a girl.
            Let your lips form another sneer.

How many times will your words cut deep?
          ( Read more... )

I Am Leg Numb ( Read more... )

Hurt, Anger, and Desperation

There's a monster who embraces me
And I desperately wish I could let go.

There's a demon who caresses me
And I desperately wish I could flinch away.

There's a siren who sings to me
And I desperately wish I could stop listening.

There's a weeping girl inside of me
Who desperately wonders "What have I done?"