My Poems

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These are just some of the many poems I wrote. Although I like all the poems I written these are my favourites. This is the first time I'm sharing them with the public. I hope you enjoy reading them! Please E-Mail me and tell me what you think.

Some say the pen has more might
Others say the sword does
One is used for writing
The other one for fighting
Niether is good or bad
It depands on the task at hand
A pen could write words of sadness
But a sword could stop the maddness
Its all up to you To decide
Wich one has more might
But wichever you choose
Youll niether win or loose
If you ask me to choose, I can not
For I am a cutter, you see
And when the words aren't in sight
The blade, to me, has more might
(C) 1999 CuTTiNg-BlAdE

Self Destruction

My self I need to harm
Cause I like to see me bleed
For it takes the pain away
Making me a bit more sain

I begin to prep my arm
My Razor blade I now need
My flesh I need to slay
To slice open my vein

There's no need for alarm
For the bleeding will receed
Cutting gets me through the day
Though you might think I'm insain
(C) 1999 CuTTiNg-BlAdE

If I Could Fly

Like a bird I wish I could fly
High into the windy sky
Leave my problams far away
Save them for another day
Smell the salty air of the beach
Be far away from harms reach
Not a single worry in sight
Enjoying the beuty of the flight
Knowing that when I come back
My life will be right on track
(C) 1998 CuTTiNg-BlAdE

The Bloody Teer

Like a bird traped in a cage
So are the days of my life
Only way to vent my rage
Slice my flesh with my knife
I like to see the blood flow
When my eyes cant start to cry
My flesh crys a teer real slow
Making my feelings run dry

Pain Killer

My feelings I cant convey
Myself I must slay
Just to live another day
The blade has a way
To make the pain go away

(C) 1998 CuTTiNg-BlAdE

MY LIFE

My future dosn't seem to bright
Cause I'm up most of the night
The urge to cut, I must fight
My thoughts I try and write
But the words are not in sight
Never once am I right
This makes me uptight
Filling me up with fright

(C) 1999 CuTTiNg-BlAdE

My Day
I’m having problems deeling
With this pain I’m feeling
This pain is runing my life
My grief ends with my knife
Putting an end to my pain
My arm has just been slain
Making me a bit more saine
My cut wasn’t in vain
My life’s such a fuckin mess
That much I must confess

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