My Work Of Art

by Amy   Sep 15, 2004


My Work Of Art

My knife is my paintbrush
My tool of art
My body is my canvas
Now where shall I start?

I slash my fragile skin
And watch blood flow
So beautiful, my art
I'm talented, I know

The blade slices and rips
Tearing into my skin
One cut for my depression
Another for my sin

The cuts form a pattern
A pretty picture complete
The pain burns like fire
And tastes ever so sweet

I hold out my arms
And admire my art
But I'm not finished yet
I must decorate every part

As I drag my paintbrush
Across every part of me
A work of art
Is all I see

People stare and wonder
Look at me with disgrace
But I don't understand
Its written on my face

How can they see something
Other then what I see
Without my paintbrush & my canvas
I just wouldn't be me

This is how I express
My emotions buried within
As I take my pain
From my torn and scarred skin

So beautiful
As the knife tears my skin apart
But the truth is, these scars
Are my work of art

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  • 20 years ago

    by ~TornBecauseOfYou~

    Amy thank u very much for tellin me that a guy stole my poem..now hes gonna get a piece of my mind

  • 20 years ago

    by Richard Bottary

    Fantastic work Amy*. And also I want to thank you for bringing that to my attention. It amazes me how much jealousy can consume a person beyond content. Oh and...lol..you spelt my last name wrong...it's Bottary with an R not an N...lmao. Common mistake...if it's not the spelling then it's the prenounciation. Again thank you for telling me that. I appreciate it alot.

  • 20 years ago

    by *Elizabeth*

    AMY!! THIS POEM ROCKED!!! I LOVED IT SOOO MUCH!!!! This poem actually meant alot to me, I'm really glad you wrote it!!!! I remeber when I first started cutting I was so proud of my cuts, they were so beautiful to me!! Great job!!! your such a talented amazing writer!!!!!! I love reading your work!!!!
    much love
    elizabeth.

  • 20 years ago

    by Amy

    Maybe i'd stop leaving coments on ur poems if u stopped leaving nasty coments on my friend's poems, either that or you actually learn how to write. And as for you telling me to go commit suicide that just proves how low and pathetic you are. And once again if you are tired of reading poems like mine well no ones forcing you to read them so stop complaining and get a life.

  • 20 years ago

    by PAUL HEWSON

    The blade slices and rips
    Tearing into my skin
    One cut for my depression
    Another for my sin...

    that is so so good,

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