Self Torture Poems - Poems about Self Torture

...On a hot and windless night I lay in bed quietly with a bit sad Looking back on the journey A shadow appears bashfully on the catwalk As shy as debtors for a grace time hide I feel odd suddenl......Read the rest...

...Love is such a fragile sentiment So oft confused with sex, So in our daily double dealings We render it is so indefinable Like the faint flicker of a candlelight That is blown out by our despair......Read the rest...

...Contradictions hypocrite There’s a big black hole where my heart should be And it’s killing me! Just to be me. I try to change and remove the pain, But it’s a part of me now; my soul is stai......Read the rest...

...Minefield I wish I could navigate the minefield of my mind Its corners dark and undefined. One step too far, it all explodes It explodes, my being erodes. I walk through slowly with a hopeful f......Read the rest...

...And so I come back again and again to revisit our love and why I foolishly let it slip away Self torture? No To feed my soul's addiction......Read the rest...

...Living With A Myth How dares one to speak of disability and live with it to tell the story narrate the hardship soft embrace of active vibrant vital being ‘other’ different......Read the rest...

...Simple neighbour but a potential predator Images of a bad X-ray seen through hospitable beings Every smile is perceived mischievous Growing bad impression on constant g......Read the rest...

...I've been stabbing myself for years, and causing these forlorn tears. Wounds that will never heal because of the weapon I wield. Not a blade, but with my eyes, from reading the bitter cri......Read the rest...

...I’ll stay away… from what brings pain What makes tears fall like acid rain I’ll stay away… from what is fake What makes my heart about to break I’ll ......Read the rest...

...I again went for the goldfish. One day I took you, in the night sky, rubbing on the sea, under an ebony moon. The roasted munching in fabricated letters for the orgiastic drill. Why one ......Read the rest...

...There are some colours that can never be repainted, marks that can never be removed and stains that can never be covered. Move on! My past loved one, don't hold unto my sho......Read the rest...

...sitting in the waiting room during the designated “visiting hours” means nothing to the loved one in turmoil--- for while the reality of the person on the bed in the cutting room is more than enoug......Read the rest...

...Perfection, As your femme fatale walks into existence. With eyes like that, there is no resistance, No steering away or meeting halfway, Her coloured eyes and deadly stare, As you are forceful......Read the rest...

...If I could scream truth from the mountain tops, and whisper false pretenses, Then by the breath of a ghost I would confess that I am content, But by the yawp of a barbarian, I would raise my vo......Read the rest...

...I can see you are suffering deeply But you cannot escape your self-torture Subconsciously you are dependent on the pain And the joy your sorrow brings is what you live for But when the happiness ......Read the rest...