Puddle of Red

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    Puddle of Red
    Inside I feel pain and madness.
    My heart kills as I scream.

    My body I slash deep with a knife
    The blade enters deeper with a push

    Blood flows out like a river
    The only thing I see is the color red

    The blood drains down my body
    Soon there is a puddle all over the floor

    The pain soon ends but becomes fear
    I am now tempted to do this again

    This time I know I will go deeper
    The gash in my body will be thicker

    The next time you see me I will be laying dead
    The only thing your recognize is my puddle of red

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    TheShowMan commented on Puddle of Red

    10-29-2009

    Sounds dark and very sad, emotions and thoughts I know very well. From one of your responces this was when you where 15 and your mom was sick. That must have been difficult so young to deal with that. Good story, your ability to write about how you feel is good to share for others to learn and others to maybe help as well.
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    nbosko

    10/30/2009

    I put alot of feeling into my poems. I like knowing that people feel the same way that I do when I write my poems. If they get the whole experience than they know how I truly felt at the time. Thankyou for the comment!

    nbosko

    10/30/2009

    I put alot of feeling into my poems. I like knowing that people feel the same way that I do when I write my poems. If they get the whole experience than they know how I truly felt at the time. Thankyou for the comment!

    Draco5386 commented on Puddle of Red

    04-04-2009

    alot of pain at 23, I know the feeling, stay sweet
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    nbosko

    07/02/2009

    That poem was written back when I was 15, during the time that my mother was drifting away from this world, and leaving me forever

    nbosko

    07/02/2009

    That poem was written back when I was 15, during the time that my mother was drifting away from this world, and leaving me forever

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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