punkrawker Posted November 12, 2004 Report Share Posted November 12, 2004 The First Cut Is The Deepest I pick up the weapon and begin the job,My wrist starts to shake and throb.I press the blade against my scar,Now the pain starts to begin,I feel the knife slit open my skin.Cherry liquid rushes out of the open sore,Slowly two drops of blood beat the floor.One tear forms in my eye,Suddenly I wish to die.I press the blade harder and it breaks a vain,Now more blood seeps bringing intense pain.I cry a single tear and quickly many more,As hundreds of drops of blood,Rapidly make a puddle on my floor.I know the end is near as I lay down my knife.It suddenly strikes me that Im going to die.The last moments of my life I bow my head,I pray to my god that I go to heaven when Im dead.I close my eyes and rest my head,Closure comes and finally Im dead. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blitzer71988 Posted November 12, 2004 Report Share Posted November 12, 2004 That's uhm...intense. I think that's the word I'm looking for. Nice poem nonetheless. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
punkrawker Posted November 13, 2004 Author Report Share Posted November 13, 2004 Fake Smile Come from behind that mask you wear,You think nobody can see you there,You've worn that look for many years.Those smiling eyes have been through many tears,I have worn that same mask,I would just smile and nobody would ever question me or ask,Nobody understood the pain I held inside,They didn't see they thousands of tears I've cried,I'd help with their problems and not speak of mine.So come from behind that smile.I'm here to ask about your day,I'll be here to share your tears and take some pain away. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
punkrawker Posted November 13, 2004 Author Report Share Posted November 13, 2004 Dying Inside You say you know me You say it was the little things That put me over the edge The little things made me do what I did. When you really have no idea You never even bothered to ask You just assumed Never really cared. If you knew the half of what Im going throughMaybe then you would understand Im not who I seem to be You only see what I want u to see You dont see all the pain, all the hurt all the crying inside Truth is, Inside, im dying if not already dead. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Punkie Posted November 13, 2004 Report Share Posted November 13, 2004 wow.. these r good...ever think of making ur poems into songs?... thats what i do Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
punkrawker Posted November 18, 2004 Author Report Share Posted November 18, 2004 Anger I feel the anger rise up in me The same anger That makes me bleed Inside In my heart and in my soul Killing me With soft whispers of hate Softly, deeply But quickly my blood flows Outwards, pouring Showing its true power to the world Slowly but surely It destroys me I am not it But it has become me Angry is all I seem to feel lately Why can’t I just once be free From the anger that’s trapped inside me The anger which you provide The anger which you create The anger that’s inside me now Only at me it eats The only emotion we ever shared Was anger The only words we ever said Were yelled Why can’t you accept me the way I am The way I want to be Instead of turning me into somebody else The person you wished you could be I am not you And never will be Your thoughts are your own So how can I know what you’re thinking? I can’t But you expect me to You yell and scream and hate For I can’t read your mind Though I try Anything to make you happy To stop the fighting and the screams To stop the constant anger inside me Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
punkrawker Posted December 2, 2004 Author Report Share Posted December 2, 2004 Death Is Knocking Cold Sweat On My FaceIs How I Woke AgainThe Fear Of The Truth I Release Threw My Pen He Visits My LifeWhen I Am SleepingThe Man In All BlackYou Cannot Hear Creeping He Walks Down A HallSo Deathly AchromaticBlack Cape And ClothesFatally Apathetic He Speaks Of My Past The Good And The BadMemories ForgottenAnd Overwhelmingly Sad He Speaks As A FriendAlthough The Reaper He May BeCalming And RationalEven Relaxing To A Degree He Shows Me HopeWhat The Future Can HoldA Log Cabin With FireplaceMy Desires Unfold In The Blink Of An EyeThe Screen Is Again BlackThe Mood Now ChangesTo Me On My Back I Lay On My Bed Shivering With FearAn Ominous SensationOverwhelmingly Near I Reach For My GunKept In The DrawerPut It To My HeadAnd Prepare For Gore The Darkness Filters InStrangely I'm AliveHe Tells Me This TimeI Will Survive He Speaks Of The ChoiceThat I Have To AttainLog Cabin With PeaceOr A Bullet In The Brain Strangely How Real This Dream Can BeThe Choice Is MineBut What Will it Be? -Based On A Reoccurring Dream- Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Punkie Posted December 3, 2004 Report Share Posted December 3, 2004 whoa.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mal Posted December 6, 2004 Report Share Posted December 6, 2004 I like that peom.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Punkie Posted December 6, 2004 Report Share Posted December 6, 2004 me too Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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