Her Blade Savior (Minute Poem)

by Anaisthitos   Jun 3, 2007


Her vein is punctured from her razor:
Her blade savior
The hurt is right
The gruesome sight

Her arm is covered in her despair
She doesn't care
Her life; fleeting
Her wrists; bleeding

She's crying, crying, but she can't stop
Her dead skin rots
This pain's releif
It's what she needs

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Minute Poetry is formatted into 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables.
The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff

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  • 16 years ago

    by barbara

    Great poem! your dark works reflect a lot of pain gathered in a joyful talent. i really like the rhyming pattern as well because it isn't seen that often any more. 5/5 congratulations.

  • 16 years ago

    by A F

    Blades are my best friends.
    They are always there whenever I need them.

    Nicely written.
    I can feel you.

    xxx.

  • 16 years ago

    by she

    So true for many people, my fav. line is:Her blade savior
    The hurt is right
    -good descriptions

  • 16 years ago

    by NyellMoonlight

    Very powerful. You did great job with the form, it is interesting. Whole poem is greatly written, very effective from the beginning to the end. You created very intense and vivid imagery along with flawless flow in each stanza. I like your choice of words and the whole haunting atmosphere of this piece.
    Greatly done!
    5/5 from me

  • 16 years ago

    by .K.i.T.t.Y.

    Almost a perfect minute poem. there was one typo, rel[ei]f, and the last two lines don't rhyme. You could prove me wrong on that though.

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