I Like It, Drop, by Drop
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I hate Everything
The wet warmth of your crimson feel
it heals it releases demons drop by life giving drop
I cut to release
I cut to feel
I cut to live
hear me now
the scars scream from the past
you wont listen
more cutting and scars i must give
my neck, my arms, my legs
you dont care
you dont listen
drip
drip
can you hear that?
you dont listen so I cut to be heard.
Please listen
please hear me
PLEASE
before it is too late
Drip, Drip
soon
very soon
when will youlisten?
when ?
when will you stay with me?
when?
You dont read my shit
you had better
soon
very soon
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So where is it?! Oh that... i'll read now.
Well now, this has some spiritual undertones. And very strong ones, too. You know I like it dark but this one has extra punch - a forewarning. Should I heed? Or should I turn my back and take it as some fool's senseless rant. But you only know the answer Pest, I can only read from what you've written. It's only you who knows why they were written in the first place.
That said, I wish you share us more of your poetry. I think I get a better glimpse of you when you take that road. :D
What can I say to you Pest?
I've been there. I hope you don't stay there. I won't insult your intelligence with a bunch of cornball cliches.
please feel love.
Cindy...a bit scary aint it?
Cris, you requested more
druneric, I have been "there" all of my life. No big deal really.
Actually, it sounds a bit like a movie poster. Yep, can see the movie poster with this poem written on it. Pest, this is too frightening for me, now I have something else to worry about
Pest
Only if you want to. It's not about me as it is about you. Your poetry, yourself. :D
Pest, I don't know how you feel. I can only send you light and love. And I do.
Damn, deep and frightening, yet beatufiul prose. Great and sad at the same time.
thanks for the comments...randy you are still wearing panties?
G'day Mr Pest, howya going mate?
crikey cindy ya nicked me line.
Giddayy, Pest, how are they hangin mate.
Donno diddly squat about poems and stuff. I'll let other jokers say whever its good or knot.
but love them pikchas if I could borow em I reckon I coold frighten the crap outa me lit'l sis.
Love ya work man, hang in their.
Yeah Hairy, was just listening to Uncle kev sing,'G'day Mr Alan Bond, howya going mate?" and it was still stuck in my mind
Ok, my 17 year old son just read this poem and this is his teenage insight. He reckons, and this is just from reading this with no knowledge of the person who wrote it or of momma or anything, that the poem is not about slashing wrists or blood or anything like that at all. He says that the person who wrote this has been hurt and the blood dripping from the wounds are words coming out about how someone has hurt them. The cuts were the hurts, the blood the angry words that followed and the only chance healing will happen is if the person returns to remove the hurts so that the words, the blood, can return to the body. yeah, i thought that was pretty deep, probably way off the mark but hey, he's only 17
Cindyvine-Sounds like you have an extremely insightful 17 year-old on your hands. I was of the same opinion. Of course, there's the possibility that neither of us is insightful.
Pest, to me, this is the beauty of poetry in that a person can express deep feelings and experiences without the reader always knowing exactly what is going on. It can be literal, metaphorical or anything you wish. That's exactly what has given me a very remote desire to try it one day, but that day ain't here for me, so bravo to you for being able to create such a powerful poem full of intense emotion.
What Pam said, Pest. And yes please feel love.
Pest you're such an awesome writer, and I don't just mean that in the "80's" sense, I mean, after I read your writing, I'm in awe of you. You have four times the fans that I do and we all love you and your talent. Great job hon. Hugs from your fellow Minnesotan;)
Hey isn't Minnesota nearly in canada?
Pest, you never cease to amaze me. Your writing makes me laugh, and your writing can bring me to tears, both happy and sad. You do alarm me though. You remind me of a guy I went to high school with. He was a straight A student, The class clown, and the most popular. He killed himself our senior year. Nobody knows why, and nobody saw it comming. Pest, is this a sign for help?
Are you ont the rag again Pest? that's what this is about isn't it. You are really a girl and it's that time of month. I see it all now. Great stuff. more more nd the pictures are telling too. dint watch the vid tho'.
Hey CC, I've lost my sausage
Thanks for all of the comments...Cindy tell your son he hit the nail on the head. Minnesota...I am about three hours drive from the border of Canada.
Yes cindy, you have, but now the question arises, what the hell ya lookin' at? up that old guy's kilt on the ladder? haha
Pest, This is pretty disturbing. I don't know what to say. I listened to the video, such a catchy tune for such a dark song. I went and reread your profile, and yes, you warn us that you write dark poetry.
If you are under the weather and Cindy has lost her sausage, who will protect the rest of us poor hubbers?! You know CC and the rest of the gang need your help!
Aint it cold in Minnesota?
You will love Minn. cindy, just love it. haha speically in winter. LOL
I like heat and sun and sea, is that in Minnesota?
Cold and more cold here. There is still ice on the lakes.
Only in their dreams. haha Pest is going to get the hell outa there some day and move to Ohio. LOL
No, soon I'll be sitting on the top of kiliminjaro! and am going to Zanzibar for christmas yippee! Is Minnesota cold at Christmas?
hahaah, now that is funny! cold at Christmas indeed! hahaha I tho't it was cold on that big mountain too. Don't pee yerself when ya go now. haha
Actually CC, I'll be at the foot of the mountain, will look at it every day when I wake up in the distance. And Zanzibar, where the esteemed freddie Mercury was born, will be nice and hot in December, so will be able to work on my tan while those poor bastages in Minnesota freeze their bunions off
We plug our cars in to keep them from freezing around christmas time.. :(
haha, I will be in it too. this last season was really cold here. I got to get out of here and do some chores. see ya later, you and Pest.
I have to sleep, Hong Kong in the morning, cya
OMG...it can be so many things but I think SHE/He has hurt you deeply..Life has been hard too and the pain gets unbearable...and I think that teenager hit it right on....
But honestly not knowing you personally, one can only imagine...and I imagine...you are a strong Man and a hurt inside that is tough for you...and a real softy...but a VERY Brave soul ...and I Love You Pest...
There is a darkside to all of us I believe...just don't allow it to take over you sweetie...my prayers and keep writing all you want if it helps...G-Ma :O) Hugs & Prayers
We choose how we want to interpret the reality of our world, whether we do it consciously or subconsciously. And in our interpretation, we make our reality.... from K@ri to me..:O) Hugs
I'd give you a hug too Pest, but I think you might enjoy it too much. Or, maybe I would.
You know, a lot of people do this, surprisingly. Mostly teenage girls I think, from what I've read. I knew a daughter of of this lady that used to do that. She had a horrible home life. She was abused. It was so sad. You've really hit this one on the head. Excellent job. I don't believe anyone has ever expressed this issue so perfectly. I haven't read the comments on purpose, so if it's you or someone you know that's going through this... well, you know how many hugs I would give, even knowing that they may not help. Reguardless, this is a fantastic piece (and that doesn't explain it's exquisiteness in capturing every essence of this situation). You should have copyrighted it. I hope it reaches who it needs to, it speaks loud and clear for many. Glad you wrote this, Pest.
Our Sweet Pest, I wish it was me who hurt you so deeply. I wish it could be me to say how deeply sorry I was to hurt you so badly, I wish it could be me to tell you that everything is going to be O.K. I wish it could be me to say with all my heart that I am deeply sorry for all your pain, and that I will do anything to make things right again, it's not too late.
I wish these things, because you deserve that. You deserve an apology from the person who hurt you so deeply, you deserve to be happy, you deserve a "let's start over". Pest you deserve that and so much more. You bring so much happiness and joy to everyone around you. You deserve all that happiness and joy returned to you. Pest,
I am so sorry that you are in so much pain. You are so loved, so wanted, and so needed pest. Anyone who doesn't know that about you, just is not worth your time or your love. Big Hugs for you and your son.
GT and Pest I know I would...:O)
Darn tootin' it's cold here. Pest is further north than I am, his weather is still cold. We were near 70 a couple of days ago but the day before that was in the 50's and we're back to the 40's or 50's today, yuck! But northern Minnesota is so beautiful! I recommend it to everyone!
I knew a Vietnam vet who would do this. He would drop acid and start going at himself with a ragged tin can. He did it to feel the life. He appreciated life and knew about the frailty of it. Something about playing with life like that did something for him. Needless to say it freaked me out. This is so well written and expressive. You are a truly talented writer. I am always excited when I get to read a new post by you.
Yikes Pest I hate the sight of blood.Oooooooooooo yep I just hit the floor. How are you doing? Had people staying at my place for a week now, they even pinch my PC everytime I go to get something grrrrrrrr.They are waiting for their own property to come up so they can move so I am being a good samaritan Lol
Pest, you clean up that mess this instant! Here, you can use my hose.
Pest, you are inviting vampires on your Hub. Tom has given you good advice.
We all love you.
A gaping huge whole of a broken bleeding heart is my middle name. At some point I had to realize that my loss was never coming back no matter how hard I begged and pleaded the powers that be. I could have easily spiraled out of control in into the darkness by the amount of blood that hit my floors....
You have to know that you can have good things in life and you do. Hating everything will only make you miss the small joys that one can have. You forget to rejoice in the moment when thing do go well and right. I'm sending you love and light in large amounts with a healthy dose of respect and awe for all that you have already done! I like your poetry and I understand where the darkness comes from. However, you could shine like the star that you are if you but embrace that possibility that you already are one. Fabulous work my friend!
Thanks for all of the comments.
Tom I loved yours...Reminded me of a Beavis and Butthead episode and this qoute from Beavis... "awww what's wrong Pantera? Is daddy's little girl gonna cry? You treat your step mother with respect, now go get Daddy a beer!"
does somebody need a hug????
Pest: You wrote somethin that scares me, it is about cutting. Life gets better it really does, we all go through things but all of us one way or another will be allright. :)
Just remember all that I write IS just that, writing.
Pest...this disturbs the soul...I love shit like this...you have never once bored me....thanks!
Thanks Tom, I have a zillion more swirling around in my pathetic head!
ahhh Pest.....I hope you are ok. This is a very dark poem. ((HUGS))
Pest: Three hours from canada? Get a passport and come visit me, I've spent the last two days reading all your hubs and I must get to know you :D
My wife would love you too, I'm sure. We can road trip from whatever city you are closest to, to my own home :D
cindyvine says:
8 months ago
Yikes!