♥ Gezina's Literary Display ♥

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  1. ♥ Gezina's Literary Display ♥

    Hai :3 Welcome to my literary display :) I'm Gezina and I'm 14 years old. I live in Canada, on the Western side of the country, and writing is one of my favorite things. Below is a few poems I've written.

    WARNING: Almost all my poems are somehow dark/negative and/or depressing. I don't know why but I can't write a happy poem; maybe because I'm such a messed up child.

    So enjoy these literary works. I'll usually post stories here, but sometimes I may post short stories, or chapters to a bigger story I'm wokring on. Thanks ♥

    A Cutter's Fate

    There you are
    Smiling at me
    Behind a large wall
    Pain is hard to see

    Every new day
    It's a vice
    I need a relief
    My wrists I slice

    The fate I succumb to
    Your memories invite
    Me slowly falling
    To hell in my flight

    Masked behind make up
    Hidden behind hair
    Yet all the pain
    I still boldly bear

    My room is a shelter
    My peace is a boat
    Blood drips, blood falls
    Feelings keep me afloat

    Without nothing I'm useless
    With pain I can feel
    It fills me with something
    Something that's real

    So long ago
    I remember it clearly
    All feelings fled me
    I lost my loved dearly

    Since then I've been hiding
    From the love I desire
    I know he is gone
    The one I admire

    So everyday
    I continue to weep
    And everyday
    I cut in so deep

    Emotion evades me
    So it's pain I create
    The blade is my friend
    Holding my own cutting fate

    With every soft drip
    Of the blood I do fell
    I'm hurting so good
    Dragging me deeper to hell

    Sometimes they tell me
    To let it all go
    Yet I cannot
    Would it be you I still know?

    My madness invites
    My heart is not hurting
    I smile at the pain
    My wrists always spurting

    I continue to sink
    Deeper in this rut
    I continue to die
    With every new cut

    I do not mind
    The pain I can bear
    And with every cut
    I get closer to there

    Soon, my dear
    Soon I will see
    Your lovely blue eyes
    Looking back at me

    So the knife surges
    I change its direction
    Straight for my heart
    It makes the connection

    Finally I'm laughing
    Emotions each breath
    Finally I'm dying
    Emotions during death

    The light turns to dark
    As I picture your face
    My body shuts down
    As I picture your place

    A heaven so beautiful
    I feel your warm gaze
    A hell so frightening
    I'm lost in this maze

    In the cracked mirror of my heart
    I can see the fragments
    Of heartbreak and pain
    And of a very lost girl
    With no direction but down

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    You know relief has never felt better
    Than the beautiful river of red
    Which drips from my wrist
    To the tiled floor below
    And opens the doors of emotion

    A blade had never been so pretty
    So majestic or elegant
    Than when it was being held in my hand
    And pressed against warm flesh
    To release the tidal wave I’ve been holding

    I see that tall brunette
    The one who is insecure about her body
    And insecure about herself
    That sometimes only a blade can cure it
    Only that edge can take away the hurt

    I have the typical teenage angst
    My family angers me to a point of no return
    A boy drives me to the sharpness
    Longing makes me reach for the curse of my soul
    And sometimes I’m so confused

    Do I do this or that?
    Do I say this or say that?
    He loves me, he loves me not?
    Are the choices I’m making right?
    Who am I really?

    Clearly, from the eyes of others
    I see a beautiful girl
    Happy, smart and smiling
    With no hidden conflicts
    That tear her heart from the inside out

    A strong young woman
    Who shows not the pain
    That is buried deep inside her
    Longing for relief
    That comes with the price of blood

    The scars on her wrist
    Each one tells a story
    They couldn’t even fathom
    If they knew
    Because even she can’t remember that pain

    The fragmented pieces of my heart
    And how the secret to its repair
    Was lost when it was first broken
    With that irreparable damage
    Aided by confusion and internal conflict

    The emotions that drove me
    To the brink of hell
    Equipped only with that sharp blade
    A sharp first cut I revelled in
    Because I was finally feeling something

    So every now and then
    The edge gets a feeding
    And the overwhelming sensations
    Slither back to the devil
    But I still have the scars


    I'm always open for reviewing and constructive critisism and (hopefully) praise. Thanks for reading these poems :) When I write some more I will post them here!


    Ohmigod.. They actually have this emoticon ---> :bananaman: I LOVE IT SO MUCH!! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥