When it spills...(part two-his side)

by blackrose1011   Jul 7, 2005


Ask yourself why
bring it upon you leg-
She wouldn't want you to
you know what She would think-

still you can't resist the blade
tormenting you, your only way-
you can't figure out how She could get by-
just knowing some day you'd arrive.

Spilling to the surface
all Her pain you've kept inside-
glancing through the memories-
of the time before 'we' died.

you know you loved Her-
you just didn't know what to do-
She told you honestly-
Her past was not her fault!

how could you have judged Her?
not have held Her in your arms?
She trusted you, you let Her go
because She found She had it-
She had to save your soul...

* I dont feel any of these need an explenation, you can take 'em how you feel like thaken' 'em. I just had a problem with someone I love very much, and how they reacted in a time of need. Or realy how I thought they would react. You can inturpit them in anyway...your the reader...think a little!*

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  • 18 years ago

    by Not Bulletproof

    This is a tad confusing, maybe an explaination at the bottom would help. I think I get it though...I believe it's something along the lines the of this boy you speak to broke up with this girl you mention, and this girl commit suicide? thus making the boy sad and making him be a cutter? I'm not sure, that's what I got from it, at least I got something though. Well written, makes you think. I like it. 5/5 xoxoxox

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  • 18 years ago

    by Fabbon

    I don't know what this person above me is thinking but I believe this poem is very clear-cut (pardon the pun). I suppose reading a poem of this sort requires some experience or at least some knowledge of SI but nonetheless, the mention of razors makes it quite clear to even the dullest of minds. Excuse me if I seem a little brash but my point-of-view comes a year spent tearing apart every vowel of some less-than-great poets such as Robert Frost (please excuse me again, I very much dislike simplicity and rhymes). Either way, because I attended a course of that type, I now understand that poetry is not a billboard, but rather a series of hints. If you believe that poetry requires no thought, you my friend need to take a refresher course in Freshman English because only a fool would expect a walkthrough for every piece of poetry.

    Anyways, back to the poem. Excellent job but I will admit, it seems to jump around a bit towards the end. The subject of your poems seems to change from a significant other to a paternal figure. But I do rather enjoy the use of sadomasochistic images. ^_^ 4/5

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