Tasteful Sin

I can go any second

Anywhere, anyhow, any way

In any direction I so choose

Like a shooting star out of orbit,

In endless, man-made time in endless space.

I look at my thin wrists

Imagining the scars, the pain, the pleasure

The pride that will spill from my veins

Like a bountiful fountain, flowing

In a wasteland, with salty rain falling from saltier clouds.

With one decisive cut

Deep enough, long enough, sure enough

And strong enough can and will end me

So I can lay there like a corpse

As I become one, as I become a thing of the past.

In my place the living will mourn

Tears falling, hearts contracting, mouths butchering words

And minds coming up blank as to my reason

Though really I have none other than to stop my remorse

And I'll rot as they forget me, as the generations lose me.

So, a contrite goodbye from me to you.

Reviews

[Stevo The POE-t]

Wow girl I really really love this piece... Sounds like something I would have wrote... As I have been there before... I remember very vividly grabbing a blade, a razor, a piece of glass to slit my wrist... Hoping, praying I would go deep enough to bleed dry... But it never came... It was so bad in an old Poem book of mine I wrote "F**k Life" in my own blood on the last page... Depression was killing me so slowly... I tried everything I could do to speed it up... Now today I look at my arm and see the scars... I guess I am different than most people because when I look at my scars it makes me proud..

I look at them as if they were a trophy... Cause I fought against depression and I won... So they are my trophy... Plus in the other direction when someone looks at me and see's the scars and they give me that look... I give it back because it lets people know that I am a human and I have a past... These scars are apart of me and always will be... So I wear them proud... But I really did like this piece and now I am on my way to check out more from you... Keep up the great writing... P.S you wrote this on my B-Day... :)

[Riley Bray]

First of all, thanks a whole bunch for the review and though I am slow getting to them, my read request list is waiting for me to tend to it soon! Your words inspire me Stevo, for I don't think I've ever met anyone with that kind of outlook on their pain before. I don't cut myself though, but rather daydream about doing so. I am afraid of that pain because I feel it will bring me nothing but a temporary release that will not go unnoticed among my peers, so instead I find other ways to hurt myself, (Bruising and cutting my hair, for example). It makes me feel like maybe one day I can see my current mental status as something I don't need to fear; It gives me hope. Thank you so much for the review and aha happy belated birthday. :)

[Stevo The POE-t]

Well I am glad I can inspire you... Maybe you can turn my words into your own masterpiece... And thanks for the late b-day wish lol...

[Tai Ryens]

At first glance, the separate concepts seemed to bump heads, but as soon as the last stanza rolled out the poem in its entirety, all while presenting an entirely separate concept with each stanza that eventually tied up to connect into a whole. The whole, I believe, portrays that things happen that are out of our control, things happen that we are at fault of, and that every choice we make is dismally small, and has no effect on the universe in its entirety . . .

[Riley Bray]

Thanks for the input Tai I'll be more careful to keep the poem on track in the future haha. I know I tend to go off on rather random tangents. xP I'm glad it turned out okay enough though. You're right as to the message I was trying to convey...it seems only writers and politicians see the dismal truth nowadays, but only we speak it. Thanks for the review.

[Noah]

Very deep and very descriptive, it made me feel like I was there. Another good poem Riley.

[Riley Bray]

Thanks hun. XP