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Cry your saline tears,
Watch them drip -
Falling against your
Array of sliced skin;
Oh, I hope that
The salt burns &
The water heals:
Please, learn the lesson -
But don't get hurt...
Watch them drip -
Falling against your
Array of sliced skin;
Oh, I hope that
The salt burns &
The water heals:
Please, learn the lesson -
But don't get hurt...
Literature
The Journey
Beneath my skin, my veins pulse with desire
To know why I am here.
As I journey to find the answers to life,
I sail through the monotonous seas
That stretch forever beyond the horizon.
As my ship sails towards the dry land,
Mountains tower before me,
Filling me with both awe and intimidation.
But the mountains are eroding as time passes by,
Into merely fragments of what they once were.
I move my eyes and watch the glaciers
Melt slowly into rivers.
But even though they disappear,
They melt to provide water for all life on this planet.
You could say rivers are created by glaciers for a purpose.
I ponder those mountains and glac
Literature
Mirrored
Where once the spirit did decline, It found no way to move ahead, The obstacles once bent, align And lead our heroine instead Onwards to a clearer place Where one can move at measured pace Not breakneck speed in panic's thrall Walk steady, strong, not falter - fall, She strides through that which render weak The bravest souls who conquer death And dares to face her foes and speak - "I'll never quell another breath, For I am not your enemy You merely see yourself in me."
Literature
apocryphal
so cunning and seemingly honest
at times there is nothing but wit
yet not quite real on the inside
but nothing we care to admit
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I've developed a recent writing-topic obsession... Saline (salt-water) solution mixed the bloody cuts. (The salt burns and is carried through the blood more easily because it's liquid). I'm in the process of writing a murder stpry based on the idea, and wrote a few short poems using saline and blood... I'll share them soon (maybe, hopefully). But for now: you get a metaphor relating my little idea to the conflict a person feels about another person self-harming...
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It feels really relatable... The ghosts of my past love this poem...