Stradivarious

Drawing in the dark

Scratching my skin

The ink drops down

The paper slowly drinking 

 

Closing my eyes

Trusting my hands

For now censured words

Are imprinted on the flesh

 

Wipping death on a blade

My arm is now immune 

To the slices done in the past

Will today be the end? 

 

Opening the legs, the sin is seen

Absorbing a new cut 

Bitting a rusty smell of blood

Stronger is the sensation on the inner thigh 

 

Exitment is felt as the music is played 

On the violin of a life

I guess the end is in sight 

For the ink was spread to be empty. 

Awards

 Yuck 

Apr 9, 2012

• Give me your gore
• Stradivarious
•  Third 

  Jul 4, 2012

  
  
  • Tear Me Apart!
  • Stradivarious

Reviews

[linear]

By the strings of our violins we shall play till our hands and hearts bleed, but never in C Sharp..................allow the bow to caress the chord, till skin becomes moist and the spirit soars.......with each throb of the drum, play the violin till the climax comes.......enjoyed :O)

[BlackRose]

Great use of the words. And how somewhat deep it is. And I can see your reason for winning, it shows. Wonderful poem.

[Pax]

nice imagery, congrats to the award, well deserved.

[Dr. Wood ?]

wonderful imagery. You do have a vivid imagination...wonderful

[Autumn]

Thank you :) but this one is no imagination, rather a true description.

[Dr. Wood ?]

potrayed beautifully

[Ama May Cooper]

How deep, emotional , meaningful
A poem about a very harsh and raw subject written subtly and without need of any grand description. The beauty of this work lies in its simplness. Your poem telling a wondeful story

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my dear, let the pen be your knife :)

[Chris]

This one hurt... because of what the thoughts expressed... behind my eyes. We are all "broken" in our ways and to our own degrees. And "dealing" is never a promise - only a hope. I can't cry your tears... only share them.