Alecto

See, I wash the dishes every night,and sometimes random pieces of poetry float through my brain. Tonight, after reading the suicide section in Chicken soup for the Teenage Soul (a spectacular piece of Lit. IMO), This came to me. Feel free to take it and add to it. Maybe it could become a group poem? I dunno. Anyway, here it is. Feeling the razor blade slice off the tourniquet as my whole life slips away. Alright people, have at it. ~Alecto (I always forget, and almost put my real name. )

First of all, Daniel, its usually not a good idea to say your work sucks before anyone gets the chance to read it. One of the things I had to learn was that it doesnt matter what anyone online or offline thinks of my work...Its MY work....Now, with that being said, I will also say that your song has an immense amount of heart in it and that you did a marvelous job, I think... Keep writing. ~Alecto

I actually specifically looked for your work here and wow. So much of what you said is true. I especially connected with ... It could almost be a chorus or something. you definitly hit the suicidal nail on the head. Great piece. ~Alecto

Wow.. ..Sweetie you indeed have a gift. Thanks for sharing it. I loved your work. ~Alecto

See what I mean about morbid? Its very strange. Thanks so much for the feedback. I have an entire folder full of stuff i could post. Hmmmmmm...... alright, here's another one. Thanks again. Temptation The night calls to me. Not as if I must answer but as an invitation to Come and Join in. I long to be enveloped in the black tones of night but I fear the dawn. What minefield will it show my footsteps in. Will I pass unscathed while others that follow are burned? Will he still be there waiting for me The questions are too many and teh answers too few. I will not answer this call Instead I will sleep again until the day awakens me and sheds the light for the monotonous trodding of another day. Thats it. yet another piece of my morbid self. ~Alecto

For some reason, alot of my poems are centered around death or the morbid. I guess, im every psychiatrists worst nightmare, because Im really not a very morbid person at all. Then again, maybe its all the stuff I surpress like the shrink says. I dunno, but here ya go....more stuff for our happy little friends in white coats. He He He A shadow land where nothing lives and darkness time for life never gives a type of people who do not see a person there who calls for thee where pain is ever nagging you and evil invades each thing that you do. a place where time will ever roll and there is no room within the soul. As before, input would be nice. Im new to this posting thing concerning my poetry. Thanks. ~Alecto

Yeah, I guess its pretty. I wrote it for a friend of mine who was having some problems, and I never thought of it as pretty. She didnt read it of course but it was a good way to get the feelings out I thought. Alot of the poems I write are for or about my friends actually. Thanks for your input, Gilliann. ~Alecto

How great to find a place like this to post on. I have actually mentioned my current writing project in Random Thoughts but this is definitly much nicer. Anyway, moving on. Really alot of what i work on are short stories or poems. Not alot of people read my stuff mainly because i am afraid of what they'll have to say about it. I guess though, that it should be easier online because I dont know any of you. Feedback would be nice, but go easy on me. Im a budding artist. (HA) So, here goes nothing. Slash You sit alone Thinking you're hidden and watch the pain trickle down your arm You think its gone but your wrong. Its not a pain you can force out You have to cry scream yell. Or you cant feel love care. You sit alone thinking you're hidden contemplating the end. ~Alecto

When I first got into my Rock and Roll phase, a friend of mine gave me "UnPlugged". I fell so in love with them. My all-time favorite song of their's has to be 'Angry Chair' though. And on one final note.....AIC ROCKS!!! LOL. ~Alecto