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graciously she sees within that broken mirror
every piece of herself slowly falling apart
and she smiles into the mosaic of her pain
touching it and slowly slipping into her comfortable insanity
feeling stable as every cell in her body falls numb
beating herself against the walls
gnawing on her tongue to see the blood
to to watch it rolling down her chin warm and endless
staying up for days at a time
finding the bags of loneliness beneath her eyes humorous
carving sunshine and smiles into her arms
silently pleading that they will become a part of her
and she can feel again
pacing her room...smirking
watching scenes of pain and brutality replay over and over in her head
from her dry and broken lips escapes a laugh
she chuckles night and day
slamming her body against everything in sight
ripping into her skin and scars
smiling as the blood blankets her with warmth
just as it all becomes too much to bare...
she sits upon the floor
rocking back and fourth
and collapses...
_motionless_breathless_tragic_





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On Sunday January 30th, 2005, blue (1749) writes:
oooh, this really hurt...cutting me a little too deep...your words penetrate...~b


On Saturday November 20th, 2004, An Expired Member (61) writes:
Amazing. i can relate to that very well. thanks. that was incrediable.


On Tuesday August 31st, 2004, Savannah (290) writes:
ripping into her skin... that was sooo awesome! I really liked this but that line was harsh! very good writing


On Thursday July 1st, 2004, Rain In The Willows (855) writes:
Twi I was struck dumd(eh what else is new:P) this was AWESOME though!!! kya


On Tuesday June 15th, 2004, An Expired Member (8) writes:
i like it i think u did a good job. its better than mine. from The Fallen One


On Sunday March 28th, 2004, Mistress Morbid (594) writes:
"carving sunshine and smiles into her arms silently pleading that they will become a part of her"- My fav line. This is definatily a state of insanity rushing in the door. This reminds me a fun house of horrors. Lol -Morb


On Friday February 20th, 2004, Daemonicus (639) writes:
jeeeez ive been too long not reading all ur stuff!! this is... vivid, i dunno twi its the same as "your not breathing" just drags me down the page. so much imagery here, i love it! the imagery is what tells the story here and it tells it well. love it!


On Saturday February 7th, 2004, Lemons (57) writes:
Yay! Wonderful!


On Friday February 6th, 2004, suicideseason (2144) writes:
"she smiles into the mosaic of her pain "fucking brilliant...holy shit...this was graphic as hell...and totally awesome.-tim


On Saturday January 31st, 2004, An Expired Member (12) writes:
youve got game, very tragic write, very thoughtfull writer


On Tuesday January 27th, 2004, damageink (1) writes:
graciously she sees within that broken mirror every piece of herself slowly falling apart.............i could visualize seeing this through Em's eyes.awesome and i also read yours,i'm just shy and don't comment much once again thanx... damageink


On Saturday January 24th, 2004, Midnight Phoenix (313) writes:
I came back to this piece a second time and am quite impressed by the imaginative "carving sunshine and smiles into her arms silently pleading that they will become a part of her" thought.


On Saturday January 24th, 2004, Midnight Phoenix (313) writes:
I don't know how I missed mentioning that before!


On Wednesday January 21st, 2004, Dancing_Monkey (1822) writes:
An open mind indeed.. awsome read. The way it was put together caught my full attention. :o) Monkey


On Tuesday January 20th, 2004, Nadir (631) writes:
You rip open a world, feeling, a place or person here. Or all above. You rip it open with open eyes, and that is not for all to do. It is very cold when done that way, for a reader. Our own imagination sets the agenda...


On Tuesday January 20th, 2004, Nadir (631) writes:
and we sit as mad docters looking at the subject. So in alot of ways, what we get is ourselves. Great write. Tiger


On Sunday January 18th, 2004, Midnight Phoenix (313) writes:
"smiling as the blood blanets her warmth" really hit my imagination hard. I can feel the intense emotion that you put into this piece. Very intelligent as well. You HAVE to give me some pointers to get me back into the groove!


On Monday January 12th, 2004, Jadedwings (356) writes:
W.O.W. I really don't know what to say....uuhhh...OK...Disturbing To say the least....Got a reaction out of me....well written too...Jw


On Monday January 12th, 2004, blackdarkness (311) writes:
tragic indeed...i want to be with you when you write things like this just to see how it all unfolds


On Tuesday January 6th, 2004, GothicBlack (268) writes:
this left me with a sort of solitude. As though she's finished, but all alone. very nice, i did enjoy very much. ~gothic~


On Monday January 5th, 2004, An Expired Member (63) writes:
Awsome write.. ~cold~


On Monday January 5th, 2004, Wish Upon A Star (385) writes:
Mmm, I like, very haunting and disturbing in a really great way. Anything to do with Emily Strange? ~Wish



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