Papercut my brain..

Papercut my brain..

A Poem by PP

You've got me as a voodoo doll 
You pierce me with a pin 
Ever so often 
You know
Where it hurts the most 
You go for it again and again 
Without a thought 
I don't bleed 
'Cos the wounds are internal 
The wounds are raw 
You never give it a chance to heal 
You pin me before I could feel 
The pain is the outcome by default 
Sometimes I feel 
You run through my heart 
With a sharp dagger 
And
Paper cut my brain 
So that I am left to think and feel 
In utter disorder..

 

© 2014 PP


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Ouch, what cutting metaphors you've conjured up here Tink. This one bleeds out on your page....have missed you, where ya been girl?

Posted 10 Years Ago


PP

10 Years Ago

Hi honey how are you? Long time.. I have been busy with life which is giving me hard time at the mom.. read more
A paper cut to the brain is worse than a dagger to the heart.
I think you wrote a fresh poem with dramatic flare blended perfectly into reflective thought.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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how very unique. just love this write! you dear are creative

Posted 10 Years Ago


In my opinion & whilst I am no expert, there being many who are more qualified to make profound statements and to dissect this poem than I.

This was a delight to discover and to explore. My only, issue & this is not meant to be a criticism at all but rather just a personal thing,

I have always had a problem with the abbreviation of' because' into 'cos' & when you used the Cos) shortened version here, I got just a little bit distracted. In spite of this and I am sure many will skirt over or disagree, I reckon this to be a great 21st century poem.... N

Posted 10 Years Ago


You express those deep feelings inside of one caused by the metaphorical cuts other people inflict. The metaphors you use feel accurate.

Posted 10 Years Ago


The analogy was wonderful. You have described helplessness in a marvelous way...Thank you for sharing...:)...................

Posted 10 Years Ago


Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

I did...You are welcome...:)..................
PP

10 Years Ago

:):):):).....:)
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

:)........................
Ah! that was touchy. Heartfelt like this is happening to me as you fail in love and try to figure out what went wrong and we keep bothering self and harassment encroachment which leads you fall on your knee.
I felt the supressment which can't be felt without broken heart or disturbed person who is willing to overcome his/her past.
I went way intense dear. This happened to people way ofttimes. Just don't keep any hopes live your life as you master your own destiny.

Simplifying my thought and loved your way of expressions
Thanks again for such a wonderful share.

Kind Regards,
Vikrantsingh Parmar

P.S : 1st poem i'm rating 99/100

Posted 11 Years Ago


PP

11 Years Ago

You're ever so kind Vikrant :)

It is the feeling of helplessness that is so raw, power.. read more
Vikrantsingh

11 Years Ago

You're welcome dear :)
PP

11 Years Ago

:)
The people we let in... And sometimes have to--like family. Life.

Posted 11 Years Ago


PP

11 Years Ago

True that is; life eh?
A very interesting poem. In my lifetime. I have upset woman. I believe they bought a voodoo doll and tried to make me suffer. I enjoyed the description. Sometime the wounds are hidden and done in secret. A entertaining poem to read. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 11 Years Ago


PP

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much Coyote...We have all upset people in our lifetime but the worst cuts are from thos.. read more
If we are constantly feed negative thoughts it will eventually get to us... it seems it is easier to believe the bad rather then good... those who do it are really just trying to control you and make themselves feel better.

Posted 11 Years Ago


PP

11 Years Ago

It is slightly difficult Dale when surrounded by so much negativity all around...moments of blue :( .. read more

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