Alecto Posted September 24, 2004 Report Posted September 24, 2004 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. )
MindCrime Posted September 24, 2004 Report Posted September 24, 2004 Feeling the razor blade slice off the tourniquet as my whole life slips away. I stare into the mirror I don't recognize my face anymore the blood drips down my reflection
_jr_ Posted September 24, 2004 Report Posted September 24, 2004 I stare into the mirror I don't recognize my face anymore the blood drips down my reflection It's too late It's too soon It's time
Danielj Posted September 24, 2004 Report Posted September 24, 2004 Goodbye World, and All That's in it. My Life is OVER.
Earth-Angel Posted September 24, 2004 Report Posted September 24, 2004 Goodbye World, and All That's in it. My Life is OVER. Bitter. Cold. Empty.
Jillianne Posted September 25, 2004 Report Posted September 25, 2004 Lmao!!! Sorry, but that really was funny, Im going to stop hi-jacking this thread now, Im such a bloody post whore..sorry, but that was class dg
edna Posted October 2, 2004 Report Posted October 2, 2004 Buy Energizer Batteries. Very good, DaveG. Why not plug in?
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