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The familiar handle of wood forms to my palm perfectly
I feel the familiar lure of the silver metal calling to my skin
It’s not the blade whispering to me but a demon
Telling me to cut my skin then my vein and I’ll understand again
I fight this, pressing the pad of my thumb against the sharp edge
My blood flows from that point and the pain slices me
I drop the knife and hiss in rage that I let myself fall prey to this again
I drop to my knees and begin to pray, the only thing I can do
I am bought with the blood of Christ and in doing so I can be free
From the demons that haunt me and tell me cutting is the way to be free
I refuse to let them kill me in this manner, or any other
I look down at my arm and see my hand had let the blade scrap my skin
Barely a mark is visible, only four white lines, forming two crosses
My soul’s attempt at warding off the demons that were haunting me
I cry in agony that I could not stop myself from marking myself
Yet even as I cry, I hear the voice of mercy, of forgiveness
And I know that I have been forgiven by my Lord
And in this I find a way to forgive myself
I feel the familiar lure of the silver metal calling to my skin
It’s not the blade whispering to me but a demon
Telling me to cut my skin then my vein and I’ll understand again
I fight this, pressing the pad of my thumb against the sharp edge
My blood flows from that point and the pain slices me
I drop the knife and hiss in rage that I let myself fall prey to this again
I drop to my knees and begin to pray, the only thing I can do
I am bought with the blood of Christ and in doing so I can be free
From the demons that haunt me and tell me cutting is the way to be free
I refuse to let them kill me in this manner, or any other
I look down at my arm and see my hand had let the blade scrap my skin
Barely a mark is visible, only four white lines, forming two crosses
My soul’s attempt at warding off the demons that were haunting me
I cry in agony that I could not stop myself from marking myself
Yet even as I cry, I hear the voice of mercy, of forgiveness
And I know that I have been forgiven by my Lord
And in this I find a way to forgive myself
Literature
Teenage Angst.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting lately, I’m well aware I haven’t been acting the same as I did a few years ago. I’m sorry for my mood swings. I’m sorry for screaming profanities at the top of my lungs, crying myself to sleep and the hours of giggling. Really, I’m sorry.
I’m sorry for the other night. Remember? You picked me up from a gutter at three in the morning. I could barely stand, and all my words were slurred. I yelled as you lifted me into the car, I clawed for my friends. You were patient and calm, even though I’d drank more than you ever have.
I’m sorry for
Literature
sex
two people completely connected
feeling incredible senses
everything else leaves their minds
for that short momemt in time
all you feel is this incredible pleasure
all you want is for this feeling to remain
and it is so hard to contain
so you moan and scream
nothing in the world feels as good
it seems like a dream
as it gets harder and faster
you get to feeling like you are in completely ecstasy
you begin to hear a beat, a melody
you may slow it down and change positions
but all of it is so delicious
bodies become sweaty and moist all over
and dirty wetness is so wonderful
the intensity becomes stronger
it won't last much l
Literature
My First Kiss
The moment was awkward and all was still
One moment we were laughing and then silence prevailed.
Our eyes met but I grew afraid—
Quickly I blushed and looked the other way.
But he just smiled at me and took my hand—
Sometimes I just hate it when he always understands.
And even more when he tucks my hair behind my ear.
He looks at me like that and logic just disappears…
I get weak in the knees, my hands start to shake
Has anyone ever compared love to an earthquake?
If not, I would have to say that’s how it makes me feel
I have to sit down or I cannot deal
And he just laughs at me as he sets me down
Safely, I si
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...a moment of near weakness prompted this poem
just let the words flow no attempt to rhyme or w.e. jsut let my emotions flow to the words i love so deeply...damn now i gotta go write again lol
just let the words flow no attempt to rhyme or w.e. jsut let my emotions flow to the words i love so deeply...damn now i gotta go write again lol
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