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Well, I have a bunch of poems laying around everywhere so I think I'll start by putting up some of them.

Twenty Three Times

Imagine twenty three times
of going through a steady scene
that no one's ever spied before.

Twenty three times of racing,
back and forth, back and forth in step,
keeping pace to that savage tune,

While watching some old woman move.
With a candle to light the way,
She wipes her hands of something strange.

Keeping in tune while on the stage,
Until it starts, another day.
Who could have seen this coming?

Imagine twenty three times
of sitting at the aging desk
typing to a stranger who says,

"Twenty three isn't long enough,
so take the knife and draw the blood
and watch the woman turn to dust.”

Imaging twenty three times,
Of seeing some of Shakespeares best;

Of going through a steady scene
While knowing that it’s your life now

That no one’s ever spied before,
Where trouble’s never lied before.
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This is what I'm currently working on, part of it is supposed to be an allusion to Macbeth.

We know

We know you like to say you cut,
Drooping hand arm pumping blood.
We know the message in your gut,
Emptiness or full of lust.

We know you like to cry so much,
Full of rage arm pumping blood.
We know you like to say you cut,
Broken words all made of dust.

We know they left you all alone,
In a world without a home.
We know it’s pointless when you groan,
Because this world is not your own.

We know you like to say you cut,
Drooping hand arm pumping blood.
We know that you are all alone,
We know this world is far from home.
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I actually wrote this one specifically for another poetry group that I'm a member of and posted it there a while back. A lot of the older members would get frustrated because there's always a lot of cutter poetry being posted so this was sort of a response to that.

*note* It wasn't meant to demean anyone who posted the cutter pieces.

I remember reading this one prior to now, but I can't remember for the life of me why I haven't commented on it yet.

Well, I like it. It almost sounds sarcastic, but that might just be me. I've had an experience or two with friends hurting themselves, and I'm not quite on either side of the matter. Though I've never cut, I do understand TO AN EXTENT why people would get the urge to do so...physical pain is nothing to emotional pain, and I suppose some feel it will make everything all better (though it never does). But I also know how stupid it is to cut. But what I hate the most is when people do it for the attention. That makes me seethe. But anyways...off of my rant and on to the poem!

Structurily, very nice. Consistent rhyme, and I like how whole stanzas rhyme. XD Flow is very nice, you don't have any awkward lines or breaks in rhythm. As for the content, I do like it. It really captures what one would suppose a cutter goes through. Nicely done.

I know what you mean. So, we must simply resort to praising each one's work. heh XD