Broken Glass,
Pretty.
Glistening.
Cold,
Scratchy fragments in my wrists.
Hemlock elixer,
Sweet poison to my soul...
One more swallow ought to do.
Bed of Nails,
Could it get anymore comforting?
Sharpened stake,
To cure my heart of this disease.
Crucifix?!
What the hell? I don't believe!
Bloody knife in my hand,
I thought I ditched it when last I used it?
Coffin of mine,
Awwww, my lovely bed of solace...where I dwell for eternity.
Memories of how I spent my life,
recieving pain and torture
~Rhiannon
Please tell me what you think
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this was an amazing write. " scratchy fragments to my wrist" that is an originallity that is rarely seen. I love the way you show the slow and unending process of death in such a harsh yet beautiful image. This was realy good and i encourage you to do more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Thanks so much! I really appreciate it. *smiles*
I have a hard time writing actually. I don't believe I'm really that good at it. I have read so many talented writers on here. My writes are basically things I have gone through in my life and it all sounds very emo. Though I'm not at all. I'm actually a pretty happy person for the most part.
Anyway, I really do thank you for your sweet comment.
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( Awwww, my lovely bed of solace...where I dwell for eternity.)sniffsniff this is my dream,i envy i kan't even write any new poems
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This is so sad and so perfect.
'Broken Glass,
Pretty.'
'Sharpened stake,
To cure my heart of this disease.
Crucifix?!'
What don't you believe??
(Note: You don't have to dwell in your coffin for eternity... there is Heaven).
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Thank you Skitza. I appreciate that. Well, when I wrote this I was an unbeliever, so I didn't believe that Christ died for our sins and such, so I didn't believe in the Crucifix.
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Really??? That is like music to my heart.
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Mine too, mine too.
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POWERFUL...how can you say you can't write poetry?
Awwww, my lovely bed of solace...where I dwell for eternity.
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Thanks so much. I just feel like the writing is raw. Not much thought went into it. It's just emotion written in poetry form. But, I'm so glad you liked it. It really means a lot.
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great
at the city mission tonight as i was serving and telling the few that i would have no proble punching them in the head if they got out of have the good christian thing to say i also say as i am serving dinner i am in hell i am in hell it makes people laugh
i do not want a bed of solace just one of nails great write keep doing well
love papa
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