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Post by Aaron Graf on Nov 23, 2004 21:29:35 GMT -5
Razor Artwork
I cannot draw and I cannot paint, I cannot sculpt, that was always my restraint But the work I made beautiful, it was always my art, Of cutting my wrists and letting blood flow from my heart. And the great inspiration for this work of my own, Was the fact that I have let myself be all alone. With everybody I know hating me for who I am, I dig in to my wrists like a piece of honey ham. I slide this pretty razor and let the blood slowly pour out, As I try not to make a sound while it spills all about. I slide them all over and in my arms I carve, Pictures of agony for my talent that has been starved. The artist is at work so please leave me in peace, Please leave me with my art, with my flesh as your feast. YOu wanted my talents so this is what you get, I don't really matter so please don't regret, Everything you said that made me this way, Everything you did that made me want to go away. So I'm almost done with my masterpiece, This should definitely sell, This was what ceased, My life living in hell. I'm terribly sorry for being a jerk, But just leave me alone, the artist is at work.
~ Aaron Graf
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Post by NDT on Nov 23, 2004 21:33:31 GMT -5
Again I ask why the depressed poem??
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Post by strangeclouds on Nov 24, 2004 23:13:32 GMT -5
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Post by Cumslut on Feb 9, 2005 23:51:32 GMT -5
I know where you are coming from. I think that you are a great poet. YOu gave me an idea for a torture poem. Seriously it is really good but sad.
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Heavy Hearted
Excellent Writer
My soul is dead....but I wish it me instead...
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Post by Heavy Hearted on Feb 10, 2005 20:53:49 GMT -5
This was what ceased, My life living in hell. I'm terribly sorry for being a jerk, But just leave me alone, the artist is at work.
That was my fav part by far..... Cause I can totally relate to that part..... Great poem Aaron, yet again..... I love reading your poems.... Keep it up.... >>Heavy Hearted<<
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