Some Poems

[SadistSecret]

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Taste of Blood

Thinking of what
It feels like to be cut.
Wondering of taste
Of the blood I'll waste.

Grabbing a knife
For The first time in my life.
My fears are there
But I don't care.

I pull the blade through my skin,
Slow at first but faster then.
I see a crimson stream.
This must be some dream!

I must be crazy,
For these things scare me
I must be insane,
Because I'm enjoying my pain!

My lips touch my arm
where to it I brought harm.
I start drinking.
What have I been thinking?

This isn’t me.
But the taste is sweet.
I take in more,
This taste I adore

It starts to clot.
Happen this will not!
With my blade,
I keep this clot from being made.

My thirst is through for now.
My knife is put down.
But soon it will be there with me.
And I will be ready.

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Bleed Out The Suffering

My knife is friendly.
It takes my sorrows, my broken dreams;
and releases them from me
in crimson streams

I stare at the blade.
I think of my woe,
the cuts that'll be made
and how few will know

I grab the knife
and place it on myself now.
I don't wish to end my life.
Just to end the stress somehow.

Then I push the blade in,
not too deep.
Just enough to pierce my skin,
for my life I wish to keep.

I pull it in a line
and cross a vein.
I let out a whine,
a cry of pain.

I see the blood rise high.
I see the crimson river flow.
I'm not trying to die.
You might want to know.

I push in once more
and pull it again.
The cut's bigger than before
and the flow is faster then.

My hand is bleeding
by my knife.
My stress is receding.
I have my life.

I bring my cut
to my lip.
Without thought,
I take a sip.

The taste is soothing.
My stress is fading away.
My thoughts are calming.
My knife is down for today.

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They Bled Together

The world is cold as stone.
Stress is everywhere.
I feel so alone
Because it seems like no one's there.

Then the stresses grow
When all the people yell.
It is then I know
Life really is Hell.

This stress of life
Does not ever slow.
It makes me want my knife
and to see my blood flow.

I want my knife;
I long for my blade.
Not to end my life,
But the stress they made.

Others think our belief
is morbid beyond all measure.
to us cutting brings relief.
Our own pain gives us pleasure.

I don't know what else to do.
this cutting makes you sick.
I don't want to hurt you,
So I'll make this quick.

Knowing that, please, take my knife,
pierce my skin, and cut a vein.
But don't take my life,
Just relieve me of my pain.

Watch where the knife should go,
And don't get too carried away.
Because you and I both know
I wish to live another day

I now thank you for this favor.
I now thank you for relief.
Ever moment of this i savor
Because of our bloodthirsty belief.

I'm sorry I had to do this to you.
Hear the sorrow in my voice.
These cuts I didn't want to do,
But I never had a choice.

I know that hurt you too,
Cutting open your friend.
I want you to help me and me to help you.
I want our addiction to end.

I didn't want to give you that task.
It hurt me asking this of you.
But now I have something to ask.
Do you need me to cut you too?

If you need a cut or two,
Please, just let me know.
As much as I'd hate to hurt you,
To you I could never say no.

Would you cry
If I cut your vein?
Or would you try
Not to scream in pain?

Grab my hand and guide my knife.
I want to end your pain, you sorrow,
I don't want to end your life.
I want you to be here tomorrow.

I now see your blood rise
And form a crimson stream.
Please open my eyes!
This is some bad dream!

What have I done?
I brought you pain!
Did we do this for FUN?
Are we that insane?

You say I didn't hurt you,
And that everything is all right.
I know none of it its true,
Because you felt pain tonight!

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Dear Kelsey

Life has started to distort,
And the world is on its side.
Kelsey, I need your support.
Find me somewhere to hide.

I’ve been calling you.
Please, pick up the phone.
I don’t know what else to do.
I feel so very alone.

I don’t know how
to do it, I need you there.
and to me, right now,
you’re the only one that cares.

I can’t solve life without you,
as much as I try.
Tell me what to do.
So I don’t have to cry.

I now need you here,
you have to break this illusion.
You take all of my fear,
my sorrow and confusion.

Help me with life.
Kelsey, rid me of my stress.
Please, take my knife.
I’ll clean up the mess.

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Sane Tomorrow

Laying in bed
Some Thoughts in my head
Memories past
Sanity won't last

A happy family
Now just memory
Once just right
Now just fight

Friends long ago
Never again will know
Relationships apart
A broken heart

Release the dream
In a crimson stream
Stress and sorrow
I'm sane tomorrow
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Please don't tell me that I'm sick or that I need help. Besides, these are pretty old.

[RaspberryJelly]

your not sick. u don't need help. Sane tomorrow...i think i like that one best...its fucking awesome...it sums up so many feelings, so many thoughts so much about life in a few lines. I adore you. Your really talented.

[FierceLikeTiger]

I love Sane Tomorrow, as well. The others are wonderful too. But something about Sane Tomorrow stands out...maybe because I have felt that way so many times.

[DarkNightmare]

as i have said before you are a one of a kind artist of words you use words to speak of the truth and i admire that about your poetry and writing


love kait