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Death of the soul

The tears keep flowing,
the blood won't stem.
my open heart glows,
like a blood red gem.

Those words still hurt,
those thoughts still pain.
you hurt me even though you knew
you had nothing to gain.

Like a glinting black blade,
covered in crimson red blood.
Your mind is corrupted,
like a withering rose bud.

poem by Mandy Lee
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Pills for Pain. Blood for hurt

How much can a person endure
Before realising pills make the pain stop
They numb all feeling and leave you cold
Cold and dead inside
Pills for pain blood for hurt

It trickles slowly out
The harder you push the faster the hurt escapes
How can a person hurt themselves
When all they do is hurt
When you hurt emotionally physically is easier
Pills for pain blood for hurt

To be nobody to no one
To be unloved and unknown
I am know by the pills
They know me
They make me a someone
Pills for pain blood for hurt

To have a heart broken
Shattered and screaming for less hurt
To feel so much love and the next day non
Pills for pain blood for hurt

Love leads to pain
Caring leads to hurt
Pills for pain
Blood for hurt
Nobody to save me

poem by Maxine Isherwood
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Bloody Red Tears

Tears of blood
Oh, bloody red tears
They fall on my pillow
And it soaks in blood, red and liquefied
They fall to the floor bellow
And once dried...
It's covered in blood, brown and hardened

Oh, bloody red tears
They're the result of what no-one can mend
All my hurt that built up over the years

Bloody red tears
They're so beautiful to me
They quench my thirst nobody knows of or hears
Only one thirst could that be
The thirst to see blood and pain
Oh, it's so good to my eyes
But, my hurt, I also have a thirst to drain

All those lies!
They cause some of my bloody red tears
They cause my hardened heart, even when someone dies

Oh, bloddy red tears
They're so good to me
And have been all these years

poem by Amy Parkinson
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This balde

This blade was,
Once silver but,
Is now blood red.

What have I done,
I have to hide again,
The tears have fallen,
For another night.

My arm is now covered,
In blood red stains,
I wish i could erase,
All my pain.

The blade was sarrated,
The worst type of all,
Smooth ends are dated,
Just like blades that are small.

This blade was,
Once silver but,
Is now blood red.

What have I done,
I'm falling asleep,
Again

written 19th may 2010

poem by Jess Jayne
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Blood on your hands sister

You said you loved him told him you cared
Promised him forever together
Instead you broke his heart into countless pieces
You drew tears of blood from the Prince of hearts
Hurt his pride with your insolent words
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands

I saw the pain in his eyes
I felt the bitter tears that he cried
Kicked a man when he was down
You left him a broken man
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands

From a loving giving sensitive Prince amongst men
You took your pleasure and stifled his laughter
You took your fill and threw him upon the scrapheap
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands

But his precious tears are wasted
Wasted on a dry barren heart like yours
For his heart is alive and flourishing
Whilst yours is dead and lifeless
He is the victor
Whilst you the loser

You may wash your hands of him
But the stains will never fade
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands

poem by Lilac Wine
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What to say when you are hurt

Do they hurt you today?
In your mind? In your heart?
What is the color of this blood
Flowing from your mind
This bleeding heart
Because they hurt you again
She slapped you he kicked you
And they insulted you
You knelt for mercy
They laughed and they left
You alone in your pains
Do not clench your hands to
Form these fists
Do not let your heart be
Conquered by anger
Do not let your mind be poisoned
By the thoughts of revenge
What did God tell you when you are hurt?
Forgive them for they do not know
What they are doing.
Do you remember that? Do you understand that?
Now you must stand and be counted.
You have the name, you are God’s child.
You have something again to tell him
Why not? Now rest your head on his arms.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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No Longer Inside Of Me

I sit here on the ground
The tears running down my face
The memories flowing through my veins
All i can feel is the pain inside
I hold the blade over my small arm
And think to myself
Whether or not to slide it across
When i couldnt take the pain anymore
I slide it across
Watching as the blood ran
The rain washes away the memory of him
Along with the blood he gave to me
The blood will pour and pour
Until it could no more
Once his blood is gone
I'll be able to rest
I'll be able to move on
I wont stop until its gone
even if it means i have to die.

poem by Kerrie Maurer
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Trying to Leave the Pain

i think of you and every one that has hurt me and lefted me in tears
as i slide that blade across my skin
i think of the pain they all have put on me and on my heart
i think of leaving this pain
i think of every thing that has hurt me
so lost in my mind now
so confused
so much pain
dont know what to do
sliding that blade on my skin
more and more
faster and faster
trying to leave the pain
sighing with hurt
my heart beats faster
still cant stand the pain
i stoped the blade and moved it away from my arm
and slide it across my neck

poem by Sarah May
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Just Fiction

My blade is my very own metallic potion,
Its edge helps me control this dark emotion,

The pain melts away as if it were ice on a summer day,
My blood represents my pain unhurriedly flowing away,

To distance my mind from the pain,
I grab my blade and press it to my vein,

I slide it slowly so I can enjoy watching my blood spill,
You will never understand how I love the comforting chill,

The pain is my addiction,
But you think my pain is just fiction,

You think its all for attention,
You don’t understand my coping invention.

The one I have created to get out of this depression

poem by J.T. Solomon
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Sometimes the Sky's Too Bright

Sometimes the sky's too bright,
Or has too many clouds or birds,
And far away's too sharp a sun
To nourish thinking of him.
Why is my hand too blunt
To cut in front of me
My horrid images for me,
Of over-fruitful smiles,
The weightless touching of the lip
I wish to know
I cannot lift, but can,
The creature with the angel's face
Who tells me hurt,
And sees my body go
Down into misery?
No stopping. Put the smile
Where tears have come to dry.
The angel's hurt is left;
His telling burns.

Sometimes a woman's heart has salt,
Or too much blood;
I tear her breast,
And see the blood is mine,
Flowing from her, but mine,
And then I think
Perhaps the sky's too bright;
And watch my hand,
But do not follow it,
And feel the pain it gives,
But do not ache.

poem by Dylan Thomas
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Blood stained top

My blood stained top lies on the floor.
Coved in crimson red.
From the bursting seems of my skin.
The blood did pour.
Going all over my top.
As the blood seeps in to my top.
It has made it blood stained.
Like blood tears.

My life remains in tatters.
Like my top I cut to bits.
My skin is sliced to ribbons.
And the blood is oozing,
down my top
Making it blood stained

See the top in the morning.
A memento of the night before.
It won't stop me.
For I'll have to do it again

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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The Guardian and BloodRose

BloodRose,
Rose of my love,
My love for Dark moon,
Dark as my heart,
Black as my soul,
And gave me my rose.

The rose of blood,
With petals soft and black,
Never as a rose so beautiful,
Grown not in light,
But under a dark moon lit sky.

Guardian,
Yes a guardian of BloodRose,
With teeth long and sharp,
Claws hard as diamonds,
Scales as dark as night.

My dear sweet guardian,
Guardian black as my heart,
Fire in your eyes,
Shadows in your soul,
A dragon of the dark moon.

A single rose,
With petals so fare,
As dark as my heart,
I now hold in my hand,
The rose of blood.

You are my darkness,
Fear of this love,
This love for you,
Love for darkness,
The cold shadows in my heart
That makes me yearn for you.

Now as you lay dying,
I hold a single rose,
The rose you gave me,
And as I hold it tight,
The thorns slice my hand,
Covered with blood,
My blood.

I have one fear,
The fear of death,
Symbol of my lost love,
Rose as dark as me,
Laying in a pool of blood,
Blood from me.

As I lay dying,
I remember my name,
BloodRose,
I am the rose of blood,
And I died of my own creation.

A creation of perfect beauty,
Petals dark black,
Thorns like small daggers,
Grown from my love,
My love for a dragon,
A dragon as dark as my heart.

Even in my death,
I think of you,
And the rose you gave me,
The rose that killed me,
The Rose of Blood.

poem by Nicolette Gonzalez
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An Emo's Prayer

If they ever cared and ever loved someone,
Then let them hear what they have done.
To me for a decade now,
Let them know it was they who made me take my final bow.

I am emo this is true,
But what have I ever done to you.
I sleep by a silver blade at night,
Holding it so tight.

With scarlet blood in my dreams,
Yet no sign of a holy beam.
I want them to know what I'm about to do,
And why they hurt me was pain longer over do.

The names they said to me for 10 years has been stuck inside my head,
Now they'll see me lye motionless in my bed.
They say that sticks and stones can break your bones and word shall never hurt you,
Yet the words did more than hurt me and gave pleasure to you too.

They wonder why I cut my wrist at night,
Why I hold on to my blade so tight.
I want to escape this pain in my life,
I will always cut with that knife,

Now tell me do you understand why I do this?
why the knife gives me such bliss?
It takes my pain away for a while.
And leaves me with a broken smile.

My time is up and I must leave.
Time for me to see.
I hear the angels bells,
Yet I'm heading towards hell.

poem by Alice Spakrs
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Pain and Hurt

born in to pain and hurt
growing in pain and hurt
living in pain and hurt
sleeping in pain and hurt
waking in pain and hurt
cuting in pain and hurt
bleeding in pain and hurt
crying in pain and hurt
i know nothing other then pain and hurt
i use drugs to end the pain and hurt
but all i get is pain and hurt
is there nothing other then pain and hurt
in this painful and hurtful world?

poem by Anna Sprague
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Non Dolet

It does not hurt. She looked along the knife
Smiling, and watched the thick drops mix and run
Down the sheer blade; not that which had been done
Could hurt the sweet sense of the Roman wife,
But that which was to do yet ere the strife
Could end for each for ever, and the sun:
Nor was the palm yet nor was peace yet won
While pain had power upon her husband's life.

It does not hurt, Italia. Thou art more
Than bride to bridegroom; how shalt thou not take
The gift love's blood has reddened for thy sake?
Was not thy lifeblood given for us before?
And if love's heartblood can avail thy need,
And thou not die, how should it hurt indeed?

poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Syrian Military Attacking Killing Civilians

Syrian military
tanks aircraft are attacking
are killing civilians
with Russian
political military...
aid civilian Arab
blood flows

blood red black rose withers

those Russians
those Russians
living before frost
ice thaw
say how can you expect...
dictators
to leave

blood red black rose withers

without sowing
killing fields
with thousands
millions of rebels
exterminated
are not model...
civilians
not citizens

blood red black rose withers

plus misfits
did not conform
to official
party policy
insanity insanity...
there can be
only party

blood red black rose withers

Russian tradition slay civilians
put in ice box grave Gulag...
have they not heard
Stalin is dead...
dictatorship is dead...
martyr minds
beyond the wire noose...

blood red black rose withers

beyond the wire noose...
are already free
blood red black rose withers

do not blame Arab
dictator
for civilian deaths
in Aleppo? ? ?
without Russian Chinese
political muscle flexing
merciless

backing blood would not flow

backing blood would not flow
in black rose freedom
blood red black rose withers

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Watch My Blood Rain

The blade looks enticing
It's difficult to explain
The ideas of slicing
Watch my blood rain

The cut is deep
Some say I'm insane
It puts me to sleep
To watch my blood rain

The redness is real
I cannot refrain
I know I truly feel
When I watch my blood rain

I sit and I cry
Life is nothing but pain
I ask myself why
I watch my blood rain

My spirit is bound
By this ball and chain
My soul has been downed
Then I watch my blood rain

The anguish is true
My heart has been slain
One day I'll break through
For now I'll watch my blood rain

poem by Haley Nicole
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The Last Revelation (The Final Prophecy)

There were none at His left hand
No man amongst His army
The Earth has ripped herself open
And birthed from her wounds
Thick black clouds, which covered the Earth
It tears
I see blood in the air
I taste the blood in the air
Dissected from the heaven
Cut and stripped of her skin
We let it begin
Descending from heaven
It tears
I see blood in the air
I taste the blood in the air
Dissected from the heaven
Cut and stripped of her skin
We let it begin
Descending from heaven
An all-consuming cancer
An all-consuming cancer
An all-consuming cancer
An all-consuming cancer
Reaching to repent
We will taste it in its purest form
Reaching out for nothing
Suffocation on our words
While we hold our children
It tears
I see blood in the air
I taste the blood in the air
Dissected from the heaven
Cut and stripped of her skin
We let it begin
Descending from heaven
It tears
I see blood in the air
I taste the blood in the air
Dissected from the heaven
Cut and stripped of her skin
We let it begin
Descending from heaven
No cradle
No Son
A mother of none
No cradle
No Son
A mother of none
No cradle
No Son
A mother of none
No cradle
No Son
A mother of none
It tears
I see blood in the air
I taste the blood in the air
Dissected from the heaven
Cut and stripped of her skin
We let it begin
Descending from heaven
It tears
I see blood in the air
I taste the blood in the air
Dissected from the heaven
Cut and stripped of her skin
We let it begin
Descending from heaven

song performed by by Zao
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I hurt and hurt

Blood running everywhere.
Dripping all down my skin.
Still not enough.
Must hurt some more.

It's my way.
To get through the day.
To keep my hell at bay.

Bang my head against the wall.
Still not enough.
Must hurt myself some more.

Find a weapon.
Find and open my speacial box.
Must do some more.

For hurt I do.
I'd rather hurt on the outside.
Hurt even more

Amy Kerswell

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Young Blood

i saw her standing on the corner,
(ooh ooh ooh)
a yellow ribbon in her hair,
(ooh ooh ooh)
i couldn't keep myself from callin' ,
looky there,
looky there,
looky there,
oh looky there!
young blood,
young blood,
young blood,
i can't get you outta my mind.
i took one look and i was flattered
(ooh ooh ooh)
i tried to walk along the lane
(ooh ooh ooh)
i couldn't keep myself from shouting,
whats your name?
whats your name?
whats your name?
oh whats your name?
young blood,
young blood,
young blood,
i can't get you outta my mind.
what crazy step
she looked so tept
i had to follow her all the way home
then things went bad
i met her dad
he said
you'd better leave my daughter alone
i couldn't sleep that night for crying
(ooh ooh ooh)
i saw the rising of the sun
(ooh ooh ooh)
and all along my heart was sighing
she's the one
she's the one
she's the one
oh she's the one
young blood
young blood
young blood
i can't get you outta my mind
young blood
young blood
young blood
i can't get you outta my mind
young blood
young blood
young blood
i can't get you outta my mind

song performed by by Bad Company
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Eleanor

She’s in the garden before light, because of her heart I suppose,
she strokes and stares at the petals of the deepest crimson rose.
Her slender right-hand’s delicate fingers grasp the stem so tight,
as blood drips through her fingers onto her clothes of the night.

No signs of pain show on her face as the thorns pierce her skin,
but tears roll down her cheeks, as she suffers a greater pain within.
Her once only love has gone because he has found someone new,
now she has only memories and a heart that’s been torn in two.

poem by Orlando Belo
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