Crimson Artworks

by Kayla   Nov 27, 2006


She tugs up her sleeve.
Scars cover her arm.
Picks a place to leave
temporary harm.

Sets the blade against
her pale, aching skin.
Gone is her good sense.
Worst she's ever been.

It's the only thing
that can keep her sane.
Crimson artworks bring
a release of pain.

Pulls her sleeve back down.
She feels the hurt cease.
Mouth set in a frown.
Artificial peace.

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  • 17 years ago

    by IdTakeABulletForYou

    I know exactly this emotion. Great expression.
    5/5
    ~Stephen White

  • 17 years ago

    by Cella Bella

    I hate the thought of self mutalation, but you wrote this so well. It flowed very nicely.

    marcella

  • 17 years ago

    by N J Thornton

    Sorry, but I personally dislike self-harm poems so the subject wasn't for me. Despite that, it was quite well written. The last two lines especially were very original and made a somewhat overused topic bareable.
    Maybe you could consider punctuation?
    Thanks for sharing.

  • 17 years ago

    by twisted reality

    Wow. At first I thought this poem would be this cliche poem with cliche everything. Rhyming, words, everything. And then I read it, and was like 'whoa.'

    The rhyming just blew me away. It was far from cliche and they didn't seemed forced at all. The flow just came naturally. It was like reading a story, with short rhyming lines. =P

    The idea of crimson artwork was...wow. I loved the idea so much. It expressed the thought so much better than what I could ever do with a cutting issue. =) Well done. 5/5 xxoo

    Samantha

  • 17 years ago

    by angelina

    Awe this is really really good .. i can relate and the words you choose flow so well and have so much meaning

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