I used to write on walls (true poem)

by HollywoodSmile   May 17, 2007


My pain
so real
so intense
it threatened me

the blade
so fine
so sharp
it called to me

so i took the blade
and drew my memories
in my wrist
in a beautiful color

i used to cut

my words
so angry
so unspoken
they would not leave my mind

the walls
so plain
so blank
they called to me

so there, i put my words
blade in hand
blood on wrist

the walls, soon covered in bloody words

my wrists, soon covered in bloody pictures

the blade, soon covered in blood

i used to write on walls

until

i saw what i was doing

now this is written on the walls in my blood:

i will not write on walls
i will not write on walls
i will not write on walls...

but this cannot be stopped

for i am a blood artist
and i write on walls

(i remember, i was five or six when i started to write on my walls. but then i saw what i was doing when i was ten, and since then I've stopped. my reason for cutting is explained in my poem Mommy dearest)

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  • 11 years ago

    by BlueJay

    Wow this piece is stunning. I love the easy beauty of it.

  • 11 years ago

    by BlueJay

    Wow this piece is stunning. I love the easy beauty of it.

  • 15 years ago

    by KemistryKia

    Very interesting i loved it

  • 16 years ago

    by Silent Screams

    I love it.
    In all honesty I was the same way (and still am) but the wall thing I stopped cause I was almost sent away and I wasn't leaving certain things I cherish dearly behind. I understand the pain. Ever need anyone to speak to, I'll always be willing to talk! ^-^

    ~Ally

    P.S- 5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by bRoKeNgIrL

    Umm this is pretty much f**king AWESOME!
    � ama

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