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Friday
13Oct

What Made Those Scissors Sink

Raw poetry by one of your fellow HoE's, hot out of the House of Emo discussion group. I entitled this post "What Made These Scissors Sink", my favorite line from her poem. To me it reflects the harsh realities that today's youth are dealing with all across the world.

Ellie introduces her work with the following comment: "I wrote something last night.I'm really bad at writing poetry but i had to get some stuff out of my head and here is the result. It isn't very structured btw." Keep that in mind while commenting/criqueing it.

Stop throwing shots at my head
I'm the only one that knows i'm dead

All these cuts on my skin
Don't mean anything

Deep red silts
On pale pink wrists
Drip with anger and loneliness

Blackened tears fall from my red eyes
Carrying all you or abuse and lies

Maybe if you'd had stopped to think
What made those scissors sink

You could have saved us both
By stopping me from taking that extra dose

I was standing on that rocky ledge
But you were the one to push me of the edge

You're now invited to my wake
But please don't make that same mistake.

Well.. thats it.
Please tell me what you think!

Thanks
Elliexxxxxxxxxxxxxx

 


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Reader Comments (146)

wow tht is so awesome. you're not bad at writing poetry you're actually pretty good. Its really sad but i love it because its so true. nice!!!
October 13, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterKayley
aloha! That's very gewd =] Don't like cut yewrself tho.
It's a mental disorder && an addition/add me on msn if ya like
Toodle o
October 14, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterSnazzyEmoLLAMA
i lurve it..sad but yes i really enjoy ur writing.
October 14, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterSuperSexxyButPsycho
that was real deep and u can write poetry
SHOT
October 15, 2006 | Unregistered Commenteramelia
thats heaps good.. deep eh. dont cut ureself tho theres other options. keep smiling :D
October 17, 2006 | Unregistered Commenter2K!
you can cut its ok
October 18, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterSickMoshBro
hahahaha this is deffinetly the lames shit ive seen in a long time. i thought emo writing was crap. but i guess i wasnt looking hard enough until i saw this crap. if you want to know what real pain and suffering is, go live in iraq or do something constructive instead of wearing all black, being a douche, and hating the "conformists". you should die and be reborn as my lawn so you cut yourself.
douche.
November 2, 2006 | Unregistered Commentergenetalia man
So...that poem was pretty much amazing. And i think that if your gunna bad mouth some one elses work that they really put a LOT of their heart into, then what do you get out of it. If you dont like emo kids and poem's like this, just dont get on this site. Seriously, get a brain.
November 6, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterIheartbobby
wow that's cool You should'nt cut yourself but thats pretty awesome
November 7, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterXxhaRdcOrEmoXx
two shots of hate from a mouth as loud as a gun,
like an assasin ... who does it for fun.

two deafening blows in a war that has just begun,
life gone away...i'm done.

two red roses sitting on my coffin,the wind blows, leaving only one
the world i know dissapears...like the setting sun.
November 8, 2006 | Unregistered Commenteralone
cutting is bad, i does no good
November 8, 2006 | Unregistered Commenteralone
I like the poem alot, im really into that stuff and ive written a few myself.

Oh i would like to say fuck all of you who think emo kids are the ones screwed up and dis this stuff.
November 8, 2006 | Unregistered Commenterstillalive
omg. tht's like so koolio!! i ♥ it =]] i cut and stuff cause of abuse. so i feel like i can relate. but i don't want to assume i kno what ur goin thru cux i hate it when ppl do tht 2 me. but omg, good jobb!! ur like awesome^^
November 8, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterGirl X
wow that's awesome i cut partially due to abuse but not totally it's ok to cut


i'm still alive...sadly
November 21, 2006 | Unregistered Commenteram I deadYET?
tht was great don't listen to the stuff that's draging you down. your poetry is amazing and, maybe it's just because i relate to it, but it seems so true. keep on writing ur a great artist=)
November 25, 2006 | Unregistered Commenterlonely & scared
its wonderful heres some of my owns if it ok..


Sleep

Now I lay me down to sleep,
hanging from my own bed sheet,
and so my life I choose to take,
and so I die before I wake.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
falling from a hundred feet,
and so my life I choose to take,
to hit the ground before I wake.
Now I wake me up to leave,
a poison needle up my sleeve,
if happiness I choose to fake,
I might die before day break.
Now I lay me down to bleed,
a razor blade is all I need,
if my life I choose to take,
then I shall bleed to death before I wake.
Now I lay me down to rest,I've given this world all my best,
now I think it's time to die,
hear my spirit say good-bye.
Now I lay me down to die,
forever in this hell I fly,
love is what I could not give,
so I have chosen not to live


Poor Little Girl

Poor little girl with cuts on her wrists, She didn't have a chance in a place like this,
She slit her wrist and her throat, And this is the last thing she wrote,
"Goodbye to all I left behind do not be sad, I was not happy in the life I had,
I wish I could've told you to your face, But then you would've stopped me form going to a better place,
Mother and father i'm very sorry to you, But Killing myself was all i could do,
To all my friends I left behind, I'm sorry i'll miss you please be kind,
To all of you that I did not say, You will not see me alive fo another day.
Her mother found her bloody body on the floor, And she knew that she was alive no more,
When they read that note her mothers heart was torn, Because 13 years ago that day her daughter was born



Adore

Cold is my soul, Untold is my pain,
You broke my heart, And played games with my brain,
How could I have believed all the lies that you told,
For you are the one my heart i have sold,
I wish that I had never met you,
Because I thought that you had loved me too,
You said that you did but I know thats a lie,
Because now all I wanna do is lay down and die,
So please don't make me cry anymore,
Because you are the one I adore


Here Alone

Here alone is where I stand,
No one beside me to lend a hand,
No one to catch me if I fall,
No one who understands at all,
What makes me wrong? What makes you right?
Why is this not even a fight?
What have I done to deserve this pain?
Why am I punished and left insane?
Don't leave me here in this small dark space,
I cannot see the lights own face,
I know there's a door to let me out of sin,
But I cannot reach it, these walls are closing in,
You have me trapped the end is comming soon,
No light from the sun no light form the moon,
No hope for forgivness all thats left is despair,
My life is now over because you've taken my air

Confused

Confused if I should love you, although it doesn't show,
I'm dying here without you, just thought you should know,
I have loved you for so long, although it may be wrong,
I dont know what i'm doing, for without you i'm not strong,
You're the one I secretly admire, who sets my bland heart on fire,
I feel as though i might die for you today, although your only my desire,
For your love leaves me confused, left out, alone, unwanted, used,
The truth is i've always loved you, yet with you i feel abused,
I'm not sure if feelings are right, as I lingure confused into the night,
Though my days may seem so gray, with you they shine so bright,
If only my broken heart would speak, but for reasons i feel so weak,
I wish I could only say those words, through tears running down my cheak,
For every second you're on my mind, I can't seem to leave those thoughts behind,
Since you're the one controlling my heart, in my eyes all desired love is blind,
You are the smile on my lost face, the beauty of this brokwn down place,
Every morning I wake up to only you, for you're presance is my hearts lace,
For now I know you are the one, I will wait though you may never come,
Figuring out why I am confused, and exactly what the hell i'm running from


Lose

People create too much drama and expect no pain,
But the emotions i have now are really hard to explain,
I hate you but i love you all at the same time,
I don't want to talk to you yet i want you to be mine,
I want to make you burn yet i want to kiss you,
I'm going crazy and i don't know what to do,
I want you back but i also want you to leave,
All these thoughts are making me not know which emotions to believe,
I don't know if it's love or if it's hate,
But i'm tired of this ever lasting debate,
I wish you would just let me choose,
Instead of making me be the one to lose
December 29, 2006 | Unregistered Commenterpaperxcutt_x
ITS ALL OVER


A single tear,
That means so much,
Falls to the floor.

Im sick of your lying,
Im tired of crying,
I cant take this anymore.

My delicate skin,
Is torn once more,
And it spiralls out of control.

How can you stand there,
With that look on your face,
Your heart is stone cold.

This is me,
Because of you,
Look at what youve done.

You picked me up,
Threw me down,
Look at what ive become.

I loved you,
With all my heart,
Once upon a time.

But you never cared,
You didnt love me,
Now i wish I died.

Do you like it,
To see me this me like this,
With a blade across my vien.

I cant stand you,
You make me cry,
You make me go insane.

So you can watch,
If thats what you want,
You can watch me fade away,

Youll be fine,
You wont be phased,
For you a normal day.

I'll suffer,
And scream,
You wont get away with this,

I'll get you,
If only just once,
But I know that I wont miss.

Payback on you,
For everything youve done,
For the shit that youve put me through.

I cant believe,
I actually did it,
I fell for someone like you.

What good come of it,
None I can promise,
Youve been nothing but bad luck.

But I loved you,
And I really did care,
But now I dont give a fuck.

You hurt me,
Worse than anyone I know,
I cant begin to describe.

You made me bleed,
You made me cry,
You made me wish I wasnt alive.

And the look,
You give me everytime,
You find a new healing wound.

Im not pathetic,
Im not a disgrace,
I am no worse than you.

You sit and watch,
Like its some kind of show,
Youve always been forbidden to see.

But its not,
Its a fucking blade,
That deeply slices through me.

Yet you enjoy it,
When you see it,
The blood stream down my arm.

You get excited,
That Im in pain,
Yet you stay so calm.

Well my dear,
Its now your turn,
I dont want to hurt anymore.

I will watch,
Whilst you squirm,
And I'll kick you to the floor.

You will cry,
And beg for mercy,
And I shall smack you in the head.

My turn now,
Your really fucked,
Your gonna wish that you were dead.

Every scar,
That I possess,
As a result from what you did.

Will be returned,
Three fold from me,
I'll prove I'm not a "kid".

I'll smile at you,
I'll laugh so hard,
And I'll drink 'till I'm sober.

Just because,
I know that fact,
That all of this is over.


This was really random and on the spot so if you think its sucks as much as I do,theres the reason.
December 29, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterxxxBlOoD-x-BaByxxx
Well, here's the thing, those poems are beautiful and honestly, it makes me pretty upset when I see people telling their authors to see what real pain is like. Sure, we all have our own definition, but you can't just say someone doesn't know what pain is. There's always a reason and they may not want to say it, but that could be worse to some than, let's say, going to war ect.... not saying that there isn't pain there, we all have pain and we can never really know how someone feels, it's something so deep, only the carrier can truly know. Maybe writing is better than cutting, but NEVER criticze someone's pain.
January 4, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterXxEmmyxX
i cut all the time, but you don't see me writing some garbage poem about it. ALONE wrote some good shit though.
January 4, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterSickMoshBro
genetalia man needs to take his comment and shove it up his bum bum...
this is beautiful, really beautiful
i used to cut but now im ok and i hope you can be too

xox
January 22, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterBillie D

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