Deticated to all Cutters

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by moka9x9, Jan 1, 2006.

  1. moka9x9

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    Wrists [Dec 20, 2005]

    by Ian Robert Potapoff

    I hacked at my wrists,
    Four hours and two gallons down the drain,
    A line of blow and another slit,
    Right down the center of my wrist.

    I heard about a boy one day,
    Who tried his best to get laid,
    The girls all around just play,
    She told Hilary "that guy should have stayed"

    Ended up in a ditch, with no stitches,
    He tried to be heard, through his work,
    Drawings depict Jesus nailed to a dumpster,
    Chopped to pieces, salvation is in the wine tonight.

    Through the holy and the divine,
    Id like to try and unwind,
    Yet my hand is entwined in layers of barbwire,
    Is this the truth or am I labeled a liar.

    Now Ive found my darling razor blade,
    Loosing control in this haze,
    Carving 'Gorgeous' onto her chest,
    She still breathes just silently.

    Her dark blood drips off the piece,
    Onto my skin, I feel the crimson burn away,
    So it begins and the knife slides in,
    I know I'm alive when I feel the sting.

    Ian Robert Potapoff
     
  2. GypsyPriestess

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    Very disturbing, very well written.
     
  3. ThePasserby

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    Not to be mean, but, this poem is really not that good..
    If it's about a real event, I'm sorry to hear it, but romanticising it in the least, I feel, is the worst influence on cutters.
    If it's not about a real event, then it's just gratuitous and tries to make depth by being grim -- which doesn't work unless you know what you're doing.
     
  4. moka9x9

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    Poetry is expression.
     
  5. gutter

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    i dug the poem, reminds me of my teenage years- oh sweet memorys
    [clapclapclap]
     
  6. gutter

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    i dug the poem, reminds me of my teenage years- oh sweet memorys
    [clapclapclap]
     
  7. teh-horace

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    it's a problem Passerby
    people do it, it's psychological
    the poem shows what goes through their mind
    yeah, i don't advocate it, i don't do it, nor would iw ant anyone i know do it
    but the poem to me seems to be one of those subtle cries of help
    it reminds me of "not waving but drowning" by Stevie Smith
     
  8. Leanan Sidhe

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    Wow. This is a very intense, moving, and emotional poem. It's also on a subject very near and dear to my heart. Keep writing. It helps. Also, it may or may not help, but have you tried writing on your skin with pen? It's not nearly the same, but at least it's something.

    Passerby, sometimes people need to write what they are feeling and express themselves-- on their own, as well as to others. Personally, I have always been helped by and taken comfort in writing about topics I can relate to. I know many others who feel the same. However, I don't want you to think your opinion is being attacked.
     
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