Van Gogh on that starry starry night
When Vincent stumbled home that night through a drizzle of rain ~
what was going on inside that teeming, torturous brain?
Did he blaspheme heaven with every profanity and curse?
Or did he gaze in awe at the stars of his exploding universe,
and try to make of their blue and yellow light a poultice for his pain?
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Categories:
self mutilation, art, beauty, color, loneliness,
Form: Rhyme
Self Mutilation
Sadness over taking me
Bubbling pit of overwhelming grief
I am tired of living in these yesterday’s
Drowning in all this pain
The “Why am I here and they are gone?”When I was the one told “you won’t be here for long.”
The disaster of it plays over in my head.
Guilt ridden soul
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Categories:
self mutilation, dark, sad, suicide, surreal,
Form: Prose Poetry
Self Mutilation
literary food for thought.
Self Mutilation:
(ah bet thar iz an app for that!)
within unlit partial "FAKE abattoir"
sans wardrobe alcove
where dust bunnies didst allures
completing a simple task among
my never ending (Matthew's) list
of domestic chores
this undertaking engaged
thankfully while
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Categories:
self mutilation, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
We'Ll Call This Relationship Self Mutilation
Were so bi-polar it makes it hard to co-exist
the way it feels when we kiss, your hard to resist
until you get pissed and decide to raise your fist
but i dont flinch, im too used to this ****
ill say "go ahead hit me again,
gimme a reason to swim
in a sea full of vicodin
all i need is
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Categories:
self mutilation, recovery from..., romance, me,
Form: Blank verse
Self Mutilation
I'm gonna draw a picture
A picture with a twist
I'll draw it with a razor blade
I'll draw it on my wrist
As I draw this picture
A fountain will appear
And as that fountain flows
My troubles disappear
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Categories:
self mutilation, death, devotion, loss,
Form: Free verse
Self Mutilation
The dagger of your words cut across my skin
Like a knife.
Swift as an eagle
The pain sears through my body…
I lust for it
A cooling sensation engulfs me
Wrapping me in temporary bliss.
The scars afterward or not a hindrance,
Simply decoration.
Tears fall
Slowly I drift down from my cloud
Of wonderful pain.
Now I feel nothing
But numbness
And utterly alone.
Still I hear your
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Categories:
self mutilation, angst, confusion, life, sorry,
Form: I do not know?