Cut away.

Ugh, okay, Im tired of those cliche Cutting Poems. Can someone write me something different, that relates to the topic, but is unique. Can you hold my interest with the poem?

If you can, please write me one.

The best one receives 2 rrcs.

Deadline is this Saturday at 12 am. If people want longer, let me know

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so i want you to write about cutting.. but not about cutting..

cutting poems are utter crap.

I want it uncliche, and original.

Uhm i have a few. i know some are cliche- lol. (BAD writing stage)

but i think a few arent bad. yea...

Caged Animal With A Bladeby Sociopathetic xLaurenx

Caged in this dark prison
my only relief: a rusted blade
and so the memories of the beauty
and the light will forever fade

the cage I'm in, is made of your love,
your hate, your pain, and your lies
they've trapped me here forever,
my whole life and after i die

this murderous pain and suffering
it is what you've done to my soul
and its being torn apart piece by piece
it shall never again be whole

this cage of death is your love
and this wretched blade is mine
its the only pain i can cause
theres a heart beneath those lines

this razor blade opens the truth
though it seems as though only my skin
it breaks through this barren cage
and shows whats truly within.

feelings mean nothing in this prison
i am but an animal caged and forgotten
only this animal has been torn apart
and has been left cold and rotten

this razor cuts away the dead flesh
and shows whats truly there inside
but this lovely gift comes with a price
and emotions whats denied.

please let me out of this prison
i have exposed my every thought
but still I'm locked up in this prison
even though i am overwrought.

Fountain of Blood

Water ripples at the touch of her fingertips
Gently flowing with beat of his breaths
Searching his arms, tracing scars of his past
The touch of the blade, had severed his heart

Oh gentle razor blade, look at you now
Coated in crimson, covered in blood
Sweet little sacrifices, look what you’ve done
Grabbed her addiction, and played with his soul

Porcelain drops staining her cheeks
What has she done, what has she caused
Clenching his fist, no sign of letting go
She falls to the floor, hand hung over the edge

Ripples of blood, soothed his still body
For there in the bathtub, he let his life drain
Look what she’s caused; he’s taken his life
Now the touch of a blade has shattered her heart

i'm not sure if this is what you want.. but it is what i got.

Xx Razorblade Kisses xX

She peers at the metal blade
Wondering, does she dare...
If she plunges into her wrist
Would anybody care?

Too much has been going wrong
There's no hits, only misses
It was only matter of time
Until she found razor blade kisses

She'd heard all of the stories
Of how your problems go away
You feel a sense of great release
At least, thats what they say

So she rolled up her sleeve
And pressed the razor to her skin
This was for all the hurtful taunts
And the pain she had within

But when push came to shove
As the tears came falling fast
She found she couldn't do the deed
When she tried to make a slash

She wiped the tears from her eyes
She'd found another way
She didn't need to cut herself
Because of words people say

She threw the blade away from her
Because she was stronger than that
Cutting wasn't a way of escape
It was just another trap...

*Gem*

Copyright©GemmaStott2007

(This is different because she realises that cutting isn't an escape, it just makes it worse =)

A few more hours...

Ok i wrote this a long time ago, but it fits into this section v well, so i thought i'd enter it.

red paintbrush strokes

The transparency of this pain
Is depicted on my arm,
Where fragile red paintbrush strokes
Have left their elusive charm.

Where a beautiful picture is painted,
Or beautiful to some,
By the fairies weaving their mystical pattern
In the light of crimson Sun.

There's an artist with his palette,
But there's only one colour he'll need
All his other colours
Are outshone by the one I bleed.

The blood fills a pool
That's a calming, cleansing oasis
And another artist comes along
Again trying to paint this.

The strokes paint a bigger picture
With a darker meaning
But no one can see this
Whilst the novelty is gleaming.

Each stroke gets more elaborate
None wanting to be outdone.
Fairies now relax
Enjoying crimson fun.

But the fun had to stop.
And the painting's hung on a wall
With pillows underneath it
Trying to cushion any fall.

Now it's protected by a screen
To prevent any damage,
But the fairies are trying to get through this
And one day soon they will manage

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE HAVE A WINNER!!!
DINGDINGDING!

Espoir*failed

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TWO RRC'S, SO LET ME KNOW WHICH YOU WANT.