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Bent Safety Pins
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Poetry Little twisted pieces of metal,
Poked through flesh, bleeding,
Not caring while Alice blasts around you.
Bending carefully, piercing fingertips,
Blood running over stinging hands,
Crying while you move onto another,
Twist and bend with all your strength,
Pierce, poke, and bleed some more.
Wonder why you're doing this.
Don't understand why this is happening.
Just something to do when it becomes too much.
Still bending and crying,
Twist and twist until it breaks,
Drop it with a sob,
Crawl into bed and nurse bleeding fingers,
Stare at your floor, girl,
It's covered in bent safety pins.
your poems capture so much emotion yet seem to flow so well, they're amazing. Many of them relate to what real people go through, what a lot of people feel and what they experience. Another weird thing is that your poems sound so much like mine...well except that yours are better. I like this poem because i think many people have been there, hurting themselves physically, mentally, metaphorically or otherwise. I just wanted to tell you how great your poems are.
*Shudders* I fear for Kimmie. She slit her wrist and cut her arm again. As your previous commenter said, this poem flows well. You always have a strong ending statement in your poetry, which is awesome.
this poem caught my eye. its flow is soft, and it says alot. your states of weirdness sound similar to mine. your work is capturing of emotion.