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hey here are all my poems that i have written. please tell me what you think. if you self harm some of them may be triggering
No Return
As I take a last look
Read my last book
Take a trip
That will rip
Rip me in half
Take my first step
The step over the edge
The step of no return
Knowing there is no way back
Knowing I will be picked up in a sack
Blues
Blue moon
Blue music
Blue cheese
Blue feeling
Is what I have
Deep in a hole
No ladder out
Stuck forever
With no way out
But one
One which keeps
Me in the ground
Forever
Drawing
Drawing
Drawing lines
Lines of red
Like an artist
Drawing, drawing
But my paper
Is my own skin
And my pen
My own knife
Holiday
They call it a break
A place to relax
To have fun
To forget the woes of life
To stop the bad
And somehow find the good
They call it a holiday
I call it death
Alone
Alone
Frightened
Scared
I ask why me
They laugh
Call names
Tell me to die
On the outside I am strong
On the inside I am breaking
Crumbling
They are destroying me
I wanted to die
Now it has stopped
But it still haunts me inside
Scared
Frightened
Alone
I don’t know how
I don’t know how to carry on
I don’t know how to keep going
I don’t know how to be bothered
I don’t know how to get up
I don’t know how to be happy
I don’t know how to live
I don’t know how to survive
Every day, hour, minute, second
Is a struggle
You made my life hell
You fucked my life up
Now because of you
I am fucking my own life up
I am trying
I am trying to fight
I am trying to survive
I am trying to live
I am trying to get through
Get through a day
Hour
Minute
Second
I am trying to stop
Stop but still survive
It’s so hard, so terrifying
I get so scared
Angry
Frightened
Stressed
Sad
Alone
Without it
My head
The sea crashing against the rocks
The blood pulsing through my body
The mallet striking metal
The dissonance of clashing chords
The highest harmonics on a violin
The silence of a moor on a misty morning
The rumbling of thunder in a stormy night
No Return
As I take a last look
Read my last book
Take a trip
That will rip
Rip me in half
Take my first step
The step over the edge
The step of no return
Knowing there is no way back
Knowing I will be picked up in a sack
Blues
Blue moon
Blue music
Blue cheese
Blue feeling
Is what I have
Deep in a hole
No ladder out
Stuck forever
With no way out
But one
One which keeps
Me in the ground
Forever
Drawing
Drawing
Drawing lines
Lines of red
Like an artist
Drawing, drawing
But my paper
Is my own skin
And my pen
My own knife
Holiday
They call it a break
A place to relax
To have fun
To forget the woes of life
To stop the bad
And somehow find the good
They call it a holiday
I call it death
Alone
Alone
Frightened
Scared
I ask why me
They laugh
Call names
Tell me to die
On the outside I am strong
On the inside I am breaking
Crumbling
They are destroying me
I wanted to die
Now it has stopped
But it still haunts me inside
Scared
Frightened
Alone
I don’t know how
I don’t know how to carry on
I don’t know how to keep going
I don’t know how to be bothered
I don’t know how to get up
I don’t know how to be happy
I don’t know how to live
I don’t know how to survive
Every day, hour, minute, second
Is a struggle
You made my life hell
You fucked my life up
Now because of you
I am fucking my own life up
I am trying
I am trying to fight
I am trying to survive
I am trying to live
I am trying to get through
Get through a day
Hour
Minute
Second
I am trying to stop
Stop but still survive
It’s so hard, so terrifying
I get so scared
Angry
Frightened
Stressed
Sad
Alone
Without it
My head
The sea crashing against the rocks
The blood pulsing through my body
The mallet striking metal
The dissonance of clashing chords
The highest harmonics on a violin
The silence of a moor on a misty morning
The rumbling of thunder in a stormy night
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Comments
As introspective poems go, I find they do have impact and I particularly like 'Holiday'. Have you written any poems that observe other people or things beyond yourself? I think it would be really good to expand your material to wider topics. Not that these aren't good/of value - just I think you can express concepts well through poetry and it would be good to see what you come up with.
yes, why?
This.
Also, like Helen said, it'd be good to see a wider range of topics from you
Thats very true...ive more to come have to fish them out of my journal....sorry if i sounded like a dick in the last post....was stoned and in the zone...as long as your writing there is no room for questioning