Short Wrists Poems
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Beethoven's fingers aged him by ten
Einstein eye's by nine
Shakespeare's wrists at eight
and those other seven
moisturised.
"sanctomatic"
slice a blood
orange
or
slice my
wrists
for
which is
it which
gives a
bit or
more
juice
I slit my wrists
And close my eyes
And think about
His stupid lies
Slip away
Into the light
Nothings ever
Felt this right
My dreams have m
el
te
d round my hands
and form chains around my wrists
and reality pulls me forward
Towards its own demise
It's cold, dark
And gloomy.
This hallway is
The hall SHE
Was found. . .
.D.E.A.D.
Shot in the
Head and
Slit by the
Wrists.
Form:
Words
Miracle Man
November 6, 2023
Words bind as strong cords
the wrists of those intended,
and they shant return.
A job defines bits of our life
Though it often causes us strife
We’ll find a new fit
If we choose to quit
And not slit our wrists with a knife
Memories like scars
on limp wrists
Your past chases you
like a killer in the night
Cold, black emptiness
is your heart
This time "sorry"
isn't enough
White linen ripped by those
Gambling.
Wrists straining against the nail
Eyes moist with blood untainted
Loving all those around him
Forgiving
As He died.
She cuts, she cries. She writes on her wrists with red ink.
Outside it mists. She's held by her lover, but now she's gone,
and now it is I, who cuts and cries.
Form:
I wish to die, I said
I wish to die here in my bed
I wish to to slit my wrists, and say goodbye
I wish to die
I wish to never again to cry
Oh, I wish to die
i just wanna die
slit my throat and cry
cut my wrists
and lie
everything is fine
throw me in a hole
my ultimate goal
let everything go
i just wanna die
Form:
When the sun comes out,
And highlights the sea,
And honeysuckle round the garden twists,
I turn about,
For all I can see
Are the sparkling scars upon my wrists.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And so are you
But the roses are wilted
The violets are dead
The sugarbowl's empty
And my wrists are stained
RED
The rock, paper and scissors game
at first glance may seem very tame,
but if you are the loser
and he's an abuser
your wrists may be set quite aflame.
For pd.s contest
On a coffin a single rose
All in all no one knows
How much she hurt
How far he went
Why she was forever bent
Why her wrists were always red
Until the day she was finally dead
Form:
It is not for brave man to believe in bad omen,
But one bad omen, for sure exist :-
"if you are being driven at night from your home,
In trunk of a car with tied legs and wrists."
When will my soul not bleed like my wrists. When will i end the pain, and stop fearing it? Soon I will long for the end, i wont be scared of life after; and ill greet death like a friend.
slit your wrists
feel the pain
kiss your dreams
in the rain
bright sun
in rainy weather
drenched in blood
whipped in leather
everyone laughs
with a smile
its ok
its their style
Form:
Every year, sans celebratory birthday hat
She acknowledges the years past.
She sees her family on the other side of the grated glass.
And waves at them with manacled wrists.
Form:
your tears are clear but your wrists are stained,
a rufescent substance engulfing your skin,
the skin you cut open,
to just for one moment,
be content with yourself.
-unKnown Person
It hurts for a bit,
But after awhile
I just got used to it
I feel like a joke
So this is my way to cope
I stopped cutting
My wrists
And started cutting
My thighs
Now it's easier to hide
my palms are pink
heart line
head line
life line
lucky bracelets circle my wrists
giant mystic cross appears on fleshiest part
I am intrigued
get out my palmistry book
to give myself a reading
cut my wrists
burn my thighs
tab my heart
and hope to die
i hate my life
sufficate tonight
grab my knife
lets end this right
dont wanna go
but have to leave
cant stand my life
just let me bleed
Form:
I slit my wrists and watch them bleed. ,
I feel no pain, just emptiness and conceit,
As i lay here, my blood spills onto the floor,
All the time i spent trying to love,
Flashes before me, and i fade away...
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