Broken Circles

Yearning, longing, an ache in my heart.
All my life, born so long ago,
beginning anew with my last breath.
To start over, each passing moment held timelessly,
Never ending, always begun.

By: Sithspit  Named by:  Bloodflamer

Eternity

How long has it been?
A year and a day,
An eternity in a breath.
When I have just begun,
Another has ended forever.

By: Bloodflamer

Frustration, Anger, Fear, Calamity
Hateful juggernaut falls over me

Squirming inside me evil worms gnaw
Through tendons, muscles, bone and jaw

Malicious intent, a day villain’s dream
Tension designed to make a girl scream

The blade shines out, bright edge of belief
Blood rivers flow their crimson relief

Thin Walls

I can hear what you're saying
When you think I'm asleep.
I can tell what you're watching
On late night TV.
The walls are thin plaster
And like to tell secrets,
So watch what you say
When within the walls.

By: Kera

Who Am I?

I am the one who takes the wind and the stars and makes them my own,
A vessel of myself, forever at home.
Knock at my door, the entrance to mind,
Put an ear to my heart, you'll hear that I'm kind.

I am the one who takes other people and recreates them as me,
I am the one most others don't see.
Reach to my soul, I know that you'll find,
That I am other than another's mind.

By: Pacian

Assertion

I am not what you want me to be.
I am not you.
I am not your future dreams.
I can not be.
I am not your mirror.
I am not your glass.
I can not be your life.
I will not be.
Leave me my own path.
Leave me my own dreams.
Leave me my own life.
Leave me be.
For I can not be yours.

I can not be yours.

By: Kera

Painful Post-Its

Pain reminds us we're alive,
When numbness only hastens the dive,
Of swirling down into a hole,
Quickening loss of life and soul.

Pain's edge is twinned, its cut is deep,
It goads us to Life, it puts us to Sleep.
It awakens the sleeper, and puts out the awake,
The end you receive pinned on what you can take.

I welcome Life's Pains...
I welcome Life's Hurts and Woes...
When I no longer feel them...
I'm no longer living...am I?

By:  Sithspit

My Friend the Knife

When I feel the lump in my throat
Feel the darkness closing in
Feel the memories come flooding back
I try to call a friend...
*beep...beep...beep...*
"This line is busy. Press *39 and we will notify you..."
I hang up.
I don't want a busy signal. I want contact. To hear a human voice.
Contact.
My friend the knife is always there for me.
A trusty silver blade,
Rides in my pocket,
Sits on my desk,
Where I go...my knife goes...
My friend the knife is the only thing I can count on...

By:  Anonymous

Senses of the Blade

My little knife has feelings too.
The silver blade
feels
the skin on my arm
hears
the flesh slowly parting
tastes
the bitter blood and tears
sees
the red splash
smells
the sharp tinge of salt and iron
My little knife has feelings too.

By:  Anonymous

Bloodstains

My life can be measured in bloodstains...
There the stain of birth blood, my first look at life
There the stain of anger...a father who hit too hard
There the stain of neglect...a mother who gave me away...

For a time there were no stains...a family who gave me a new name...
perhaps the stain of a lost childhood...

Then came the stain of the rapist...who stole the gift I had saved...
Then the stain of friends who turned...family who said it was my fault...
"You deserved it..."
Drowning in the stains...

The beautiful stains comes next...the ones I caused myself.
The tiny drop from the first cut...one single circle of blood...
The pool of old red from a cut made too deep...
The thin red lines that scar my arms each tell their own story through the stain.
There is a blood red lining to every cloud, a blood red rainbow after every storm.

By:  Anonymous

Untitled

Look
Look at this blood
Dripping down my arms
A slow and steady trustworthy flow
The Blood will always be there
warm and comforting
This Blood is my God
The knife becomes my Priest
The cut is my prayer and confession
This is my Body...take...cut
Do this in remembrance of me

By:  Anonymous

Numb

I try
I turn on my television...
I go numb

I pick up a book...
I go numb

I surf the net...
I go numb

I play a game...
I go numb

I hug my cat...
I go numb

I pick up the phone...
I go numb

I try to eat...
I go numb

I stare at the drawer...
I shiver

I pick up the little knife...
I feel nervous

I lay the blade against my arm...
I feel ecstasy

Whisper light I draw the knife across my flesh, back and forth each cut deeper..

I see the blood well and drip
I feel lightheaded...weak...
At least...

I feel.

At last...

I feel.

By:  Anonymous

The following poem was written by a friend of a friend whose name is Kim M.
You may have seen it circulating around the Internet, it may have been sent to you as a chain mail.
In any case, it should be read and remembered.

(Unnamed)

Close to the door he paused to stand,
as he took the class ring off her hand.
All who were watching did not speak,
as one silent tear ran down his cheek.
And all through his mind the memories ran,
of how they laughed and played in the sand.
But now her eyes so terribly cold,
never again would he have to hold.
They watched in silence as he bent down near,
and whispered I love you in her ear.
He touched her face and started to cry,
put on his class ring and wanted to die.
Then as the wind started to blow,
they lowered the casket into the snow.
This is what happens to those who survive,
when friends let friends drink and drive.

 "In loving memory of Julie Trezzalineo 1983-1997"