| Other People's Poetry |
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| Unintended Cut by the slightest slight Sliced by the sharpest knife Pierced with verbal blades Unintended and now my heart's in pieces How dare you break me Daily Unintended By, Leeanne Rice |
| Untitled Verbal blades slip from your lips Slice my skin and as the blood mingles with the tears You plunge the blade right in Years and years of it Dripping from my severed veins Years and years of shit Drips like bloody rain By, Leeanne Rice |
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| Echoes What was that?? An unrecognizable sound Or maybe just the wind Whistling thru a crack I continue reading And give it no more thought Then again as I sit down To watch TV...that sound I pause to listen... Nothing Perhaps a small animal? On the roof? Or under the house? |
The next morning Driving to the city Dammit!! I know I heard something But...the time of day... Probably just traffic noise That evening At a small cafe Two lovers Opening the gifts of each others hearts Discovering the wonders of new love A smile here An embrace there The warmth of a loving glance |
And again the sound... Only this time much clearer Very well defined And then I know It wasn't the wind Not a small animal Or even the sound of traffic It was the echo From the emptiness in my heart Left there when you went away And growing steadily... Day by day By, Sam |
| Untitled The flowers she always wanted, now adorn her hair. The friends she always wished for, stand around her grave. The beauty they never saw, is now as clear as ice. The voice they never heard, is now far out of reach. The first kiss that she'd been longing for, is placed upon her lips. The boy who went to far places it. The boy who never cries is weeping. The girls who never cared are crying. The teacher who never understood has fainted. The mother who was never told still doesn't understand What pushed her only child to the edge. By, Eilidh McIntyre |
| Untitled She lies in her grave They were too much for her She knew she'd taken too much They never thought she'd go this far. She lies in her grave They shuffle their feet at the edge She never told anyone why she did it They know. By, Eilidh McIntyre |
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| EM She sits, alone She cries, alone No-one knows and no-one cares How she feels, inside How she hurts, inside Reaching for her life-line She thought he knew Reaching for the sharp softness She thought he cared Maybe he does She doesn't know She doesn't know anything any more Nothing but the pain Nothing but the relief Somehow it's all better now Somehow she can breathe Let the blood and the tears dry Dry up, like her feelings Now nothing matters It's just her And she can cope. By, Emily "Hi, I'm Emily, I'm 14 and I have a self-harm problem. I recently started writing poems to see if that helped explore and understand my feelings. It really did help and although I still self-harm occasionally, I'd recommend anyone to try poetry." |
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| :::::::::::TeLl Me:::::::::: Tell me that you love me Tell me someone cares Tell me i'm being silly That there's no reason to be scared Tell me I am pretty Tell me i'm not weak Tell me i'm the only one You really want to see Tell me things I want to hear But only tell the truth Tell me lies of sweet goodbyes Tell me, Tell me, Tell me Tell me where I came from Tell me who I am Tell me where i'm going to Tell me that I can Tell me that i'm useful Say it's me you feel Tell me that you are here Tell me this is real Tell me things I want to hear But only tell the truth Tell me lies of sweet goodbyes Tell me, Tell me, Tell me. By, Hannah |
| AnGeLic You were supposed to be there for me But still you never allowed The only thing that comforts me Is lying on the ground The crimson piece of metal Which fixes all my pain Who cares if I hurt myself No one cares if I hit a vein I wish I didn't do it I wish the scars would go I wish i'de never started this Yet I want the blood to flow I wish I wasn't so messed up I wish I didn't harm I wish I didn't have to hide I sometimes wish I was never born I wish the scars would vanish I wish I weren't so young I wish that, sooner or later I'll wish for everyone By, Hannah |
| ScHiTzO-fRiCtIoN You think you know me, think we'll last Think i'm still an angel inside Your wrong, thats gone, long in the past The angelic part of me died Come with me today my dear I wish to keep you close and near My friend, you are distant, come and see I wish to let out the Freak in me My friends I love, my enemies I decieve Somethings growing inside me, killing to leave Kill all good till nothings left Till eyes are blinded and ears gone deaf You don't know me this won't last There is a demon living inside The death of my angel is long in the past Thats when my heart and soul died. By, Hannah |
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| When will death come a deep dark slum? When will darkness descend bring life to an end? I welcome death to come take my breath So, when I die will anyone cry? |
| Love Bright, Beautiful Seeing, Blinding, Growing Dark, Ugly Hate Heaven Bright, White Welcoming, Revolting, Burning Dark, Black Hell. |
| "I can't take this anymore and I'm almost pretty sure I've been here before... I can't take this any longer I won't heal until I'm stronger Strong enough to not be afraid of what anybody thinks of what anybody says about the way about the way I am So I'll wait until the day when those feelings fade away... ...Then I'll make my break." |
| *Love that you cannot have is the love that lasts the longest, feels the strongest, and hurts the deepest.* |
| Poetry and Writings by Penny Morehouse |
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| That Day At nights I lie alone on my bed, Crying and wishing you weren't dead, Why did you go take that OD? Why have you gone and left me? Sometimes I ring your old phone, Just to see if you are home, Then I remember that you're gone, And I'm left to carry on. Now when I am feeling bad, Everything seems to make me sad, I curl up in my room and cry, Shouting out and asking 'why?' That day I remember seeing you lie on that chair, Thought you were sleeping but you weren't there, Now you are gone questions remain, A part of me will never be the same. That day you left me, You don't see, The legacy of pain, Left behind for me. Copyright Simon Dixon 2001 |
| Blue Within Schools over for another day, You've heard what the people say, You thought they were your friends, But they taunt you every hour God sends. You lie alone on your bed, Just 'cause of what they said, You feel a blue rise from within, Just because you're not thin. You're depressed so you eat, At the time it feels like a treat, But then guilt clouds your mind, Then you get left behind. You hate yourself, So you make yourself sick, It feels good there and then, But later the pain comes back again. How much can you take? Going like this day to day, The world is collapsing beneath your feet, The pain is something you can't beat. The pain is something you can't beat. Copyright Simon Dixon 2002 |
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