Sandra Adams Poet Free verse

Writer's Suicide

It's really quite simple,
watch, I'll show you.

Flip your wrists,
turn them upward,
now bend them back.
grasp...

Slice deep,
bleed your mind,
let it go...

Painful?
It's better that way.

Now watch it trickle,
drop by drop, float down
blue, now red, it flows

a rasp of wind falls, 
a gasp of air chokes.
heavy is your breath,

exhale...
it's all stale anyway,
no need to breathe it back in.

Feel the thunder of your heart?

Faster and faster,
it falls like night's approach
until your mind cuts deep
and hangs the sun once again...

Does it matter?

No one will ever see the whites
of your sunken eyes,
they only see the spills of crimson,
your trickled thoughts
scribbled on paper rags
as you die one more time
from within...

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John Watt August 18, 2020 at 10:42 PM Your poetry is always a treasure, Sandra, but your muse really seems to go deep on your darker writes. And what a first post, wow! Suicide is not an easy subject to write or read about, especially if you've suffered through those thoughts, but as a metaphor for writing and bleeding out your deepest emotions, it is simply remarkable writing. Hugs ~ John

Jeff Connelly December 1, 2019 at 4:51 PM Fantastic Sandra!!! True suicide; writing a suicide note, but more importantly writing everything you've ever written. Beautiful Sandra!!! Thanks. Sandra Adams December 1, 2019 at 5:12 PM thank you so much... :)

Freddie Robinson Jr. October 31, 2019 at 9:36 AM Beautifully expressed sadness, Sandra. Never read a PSoup debut poem quite like this. A very powerful poem. A golden fave of creative ink genius. Had to go back to your poetic root here at PSoup. My how your pen has sequoia grown! May love light your path in life always. Romantic Warrior Sandra Adams October 31, 2019 at 9:44 AM Thank you so much Freddie....i have grown poetically maybe because my muse is more comfortable sharing.... your comment has touched me, as well as the comment you left for John on the poem he dedicated to me.... hugs to you :)

Bobby May September 25, 2019 at 9:32 AM Sad but true my daughter in law use to do this thank goodness she doesn't do that anymore! I am so proud of her now she is a 911 dispatcher for about 12 years. Great poem Sandra!! Sandra Adams September 25, 2019 at 10:08 AM glad to hear she doesn't do that anymore...i know of people who have committed suicide...or attempted it, for me, thankfully i just attempt it in verse of words through mind's imagination... hugs :)

Silent One September 24, 2019 at 1:24 PM Damn, you have always had a rather dark pen, wanted to see your first post.. just as emotive and heart wrenching as some of your other poems... you are one of my fave poets... brilliant... Sandra Adams September 24, 2019 at 7:07 PM Thank you...my muse can definitely put more emotions into the darker poems :) hugs

Brenda Chiri September 11, 2019 at 3:22 PM Call me weird but I like to go back to a poets first write posted to see how far they have come! You my dear friend started out amazing and it's just been uphill from there huh? Lol lovin your work!;) Sandra Adams September 11, 2019 at 4:16 PM Thank you....soup actually had this one on the home page when i wrote it, i was kind of shocked because of the depth of metaphor...i am referring to the poems bleeding through the pain, you slice deep into emotion and with every write, it brings fourth the pain temporarily so you die again...i wanted the metaphor to be graphic ...i don't think you are weird for going back, thank your for taking the time and your comment and support :) hugs

Timothy Hicks February 21, 2016 at 12:42 AM This is a really intense first post, Sandra! You weren't kidding about extended metaphors. And it's true what you say ... the words that you write will live on, far longer than us, in this earthly life, "They only see the crimson". I had a friend though who always wore long sleeve shirts. She was a beautiful girl, but one day we went swimming, and in her bathing suit I saw that on one arm had literally dozens of cuts on it ... it spooked me because I had no idea she was that kind of person. Sandra Adams February 21, 2016 at 6:36 AM i was that kind of person as a child, but no one ever knew...she's a cutter, they cut to release emotions, because they do not know how to release them on their own, they are hurting inside and cannot express it, cutting causes pain and releases something to give them a better feeling! I learned to express myself through my poetry in my teens, so the girl that cut at 10 found an easier way to release her pain.... thank you :)

Arthur Vaso April 20, 2014 at 4:52 PM Wow, magnificent!!!

John Posey October 17, 2013 at 9:32 PM I see your talent was evident with your first post. I can click on any entry in your portfolio and find pure talent... You're phenomenal pen bleeds talent. Love ya ... Jake

Harry Horsman November 30, 2012 at 10:04 AM Sandra this is powerful, and scary too, your strength indeed is in your poetry... and this is awesome poetry....

Dan Kearley November 20, 2012 at 7:20 PM So gripping....Jeepers! :o)

Sarah Mullan October 28, 2012 at 10:35 AM WOW!

Daver Austin October 22, 2012 at 2:16 PM E.A. Poe would love this one. Congrats on the selection. daver

Leo Larry Amadore October 22, 2012 at 8:28 AM Congratulations on being featured this week. I enjoyed reading your work.

Joy Wellington October 20, 2012 at 12:23 PM Cool!! Congrats on your win, Sandra. One love. Joy Wells

Poet Destroyer A October 19, 2012 at 9:24 PM SANDRA, congratulations with your awesome win in the "Drunken Pen Round 2 " contest.....love the way you hold your pen. good night :-) xox PD

Carol Sunshine Brown October 19, 2012 at 4:51 AM Congratulations on your win in Joann's "Drunken Pen" contest Sandra. Love, Carol

Justin Bordner October 14, 2012 at 11:04 PM Makes me think of dieing for the sake of expression - I like the vivid danger, the voice of your blood - maybe its best to Pass by the attack of your own hands - A bold subject, a bold approach Sandra - J.A.B. %

Michael J. Falotico October 14, 2012 at 12:11 PM Another wonderful piece from the talented fingers of a deep poet. Michael. Sandra Adams October 14, 2012 at 3:02 PM Thank you Michael...my mind often goes towards darker poetry, someone once compared me to Sylvia Plath!

Richard Palmer October 14, 2012 at 10:56 AM scary write,speechless,all I can say is love yourself,welcome to the Soup Sandra,we are family here let us comfort you with our love,oxox Sandra Adams October 14, 2012 at 3:01 PM thank you for your sweet words...XoXo