cuts make patterns
Your words and my cuts show the pattern of how you broke me and how you make me feel they intertwine in such a perfect line blood drops on the floor andI understand you dont care anymore with this knife I should take my life beacuse with out you there is no worth of living for you hate me so there lies no life where I am because you refuse to take my blood coverd hand
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Change | 0 | 06/22/2014 |
| working on | 0 | 09/24/2013 |
| New life | 1 | 01/11/2013 |
| Anger | 0 | 12/27/2012 |
| cuts make patterns | 0 | 05/01/2012 |
| hearts of ice | 0 | 05/01/2012 |
| Now that he is gone | 0 | 03/10/2012 |
| Not your life | 0 | 11/22/2011 |
| DONT WAST YOUR BEATH | 0 | 11/08/2011 |
| FADE AWAY | 0 | 11/05/2011 |
| the past | 1 | 07/29/2011 |
| famliy | 1 | 06/04/2011 |
| famliy | 2 | 01/16/2011 |
| darkness | 3 | 01/16/2011 |
| don't give in | 1 | 01/16/2011 |
| why me | 2 | 12/11/2010 |
| confused | 1 | 11/27/2010 |
| pain | 1 | 11/27/2010 |
| love | 1 | 11/27/2010 |
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