Best Wrist Poems

"Notes on a Wrist" 

the pulse felt
under nibs
of fingertips
translates a life

the semicolan
stretches like 
the devil
hungers 

it can 
wait a long time
eternally feeding you
drip by drip

ever present
the missing 
hovers, like a  
hummingbird

never sits

beak and feet 
wet in the detail
tasting the temptation 
to cut strings

fleeting
and fickle
like...

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Decisions-decisions
Do you take a job where it's always womb-warm 
working for dirty broken pennies
or poke around in the wind and cold 
for a taste of that sweet northern gold.
Do you marry that stable ice box
or the rock sucking vagabond...
To take the shortcut through the war...

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I use to cut my wrist and hope to die,
You never understood the pain behind my smile,
Depression took over my body and all I did was cry.
But I couldn’t feel too sorry for myself I fought to survive.
But when I couldn’t take the hurt and...

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I wanna be able to show everyone the scar on my left wrist
Without being judged, or mocked or laughed upon

I wanna be able to tell the story behind the scar
To everyone who asks

I wanna be able to tell everyone that my life 
Isn’t perfect
That however...

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scars on my wrist
shadow clouded memory
of that day

dec cghjr...

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The others, of course,
are more rabid than I
but less apt to show it.
Whenever I strike,
I never romp off.
I stand under neon,
the wrist that I’ve snatched
tight in my teeth
as I wait with a smile
for the wagon.

As one of the few
wrist-snatchers still
on the streets of Chicago,
I make...

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I can’t believe today that I broke my wrist!
And I can’t push the button for the cream that’s whipped
How am I to eat an ice cream sundae?
Without that white topping that brings it thunder
And what am I to do when I want some jello?
Cause on...

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Blood flows down the drain
as i slowly cut my vein
deeper and deeper the razor goes
less and less oxygen flows
Blood drips on the paper
to let suicide be shown
slit my wrist and off i go
emotionless
letting no pain show...

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They call her fat
She says it was the cat
They don't see it
She tries to stay fit
They only look at her eyes
She closes hers and cries
They try to be a boss
She makes it go across
They want her down 
She usually frowns
It's not like she has the...

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The time is
coming-Soon-
when the children
   of    GOD
will not be 
able to
buy or sell-SOON
They will encounter
   Great Tribulation

And the only
little ones
   who
( BELIEVE)
(WILL HAVE EVERLASTING AND ETERNAL LIFE)

a message on a day in may
from the Holy spirit
...

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 ( for what its worth. ) 



-- Instruction:  How to know there's nothing left ~ you've over-stayed your visit
   
    I recall the sun of old thoughts seeped under:
    
   ~ How to 'Improve the world' ~ leave something useful behind ~ something better.


    --Instruction:  The first evil act is eating
  
  I...

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The Wrist

Bears the watch marking time
And moments sublime

Shakes the hand to impress
And flaunt success

Deftly bends to play the notes of staccato
And trills of vibrato

Takes the pain
As drugs enter the vein

Radial pulse strong and steady
Then later thready

The rhythm of life eventually ceasing
Unleashing, cut like a knife...

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Technological marvel:
who’d have ever guessed?
They went to the moon,
powered by less.
The thing receives phone calls,
it’s got GPS,
a mindfulness app
for when you are stressed.
It monitors heart rate,
can produce EKGs,
prompts you when it’s time:
take your medicine, please.
Blood-oxygen levels,
hours of REM sleep;
If you’re under the water,
it knows just...

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Slip a promise, grasp my hand,
Seal our hearts with this blue band,
As I'll be yours and you forever mine,
Two hearts a lifetime match becomes the greater sign,
Wrapped up in you and time moves fast,
Trace the days in white, to know love will outlast,
Throughout the night...

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Time, night, and sleep, I could not tell,
For down on the bathroom tiles, I fell
I hit my head but not so bad,
My hand, my muse screeched “are you mad, 
What have you done”, confused, in pain
I looked, down at our hand, a monster 
Glared at...

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