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Hi,

Writing about SI can be very cathartic, and it may be helpful to express one's feelings in a non-SI way. 

 

I think this falls under romanticisation/personal musing (guidelines for the SI board), so you may have to move it to your blog (but the admins would be the ones who actually know what fits where).

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Poems are best in blogs or in the Vogon Poetry thread. 

 

I'm going to move this one there for that reason.

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I am 

 

I am a girl with sensitive skin yet I don't mind self mutilation

I wonder why I fear the prick of a pin but not the scarification

I hear raindrops shedding like salty tears to quench my thirsty soul

I see the dark clouds growing near as they softly roll

I want freedom from the pain I'm in; to find emancipation

I am a girl with sensitive skin yet I don't mind self mutilation

 

I pretend that I don't feel this insatiable hunger consuming me

I feel a rising heat inside emanating and fuming from me

I touch my face and rub my eyes

I worry that my urges will rise

I cry when I'm alone again, stricken with such frustration

I am a girl with sensitive skin yet I don't mind self mutilation

 

I understand that I'm on a slippery slope

I say that I will never lose my hope

I dream one day my wounds will heal

I try to cope, I try to deal

I hope darkness may never win and I'll escape my desperation

I am a girl with sensitive skin yet I don't mind self mutilation

 

I am from

 

I am from emotions too big and strong to comprehend.

Heartbreak, loss, grief, stress, and strife

I am from the ground up like trees, I don't break, but I bend

Tradgedies like bombs burst into my little life.

I am from laughter and love that can never be replaced.

I am better for all that I let in and all I have lost

A bittersweet taste that has been laced

With such a priceless cost.

My momma taught me how to stand tall on my own

My father taught me how to accept and let it be

My momma she had to do so much alone

But I'll never understand how he could forget me

One day I was just like a seed

Swimming in water in a cup

I could have been a weed

I didn't know which way was up

 

I feel like I am from poem needs more. The I am one is done.

 

Poem by WhiteFemale  1/21/15

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This is the cup

it's full of potato

Potato is water in the celery jam

we love this

because

when we draw on our hands

bubbles

and coffee makes us poop.

 

Tomorrow is horses

because marbles smell like

automobile.

 

 

 

I don't. CARE.

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Drop a feet

beat the egg

smarter than

your

kitty cat

smells like

tomato pasty

water woman

mute button

starburst

eating son of a

HELLO!!!!!!!!

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I was looking at the ground when the sun told me to smile

it said "i have the joy you've been chasing all the while"

looking it in the eyes the resulting pain would say

I put it on the ground for you to look at every day!

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My Sad Monkey

I'm not a fan of circumcision

I think it should be my decision

my foreskin lies on the ocean floor

it cries for it can feel no more

in a barrel marked toxic waste

why was the doctor in such haste

i didn't use it for a while

maybe they could have just asked kyle

would you like your willie cut

can we slice and not ask what

we did it for, more sanitary?

I shower, there are no diseases I carry!

Screw you for cutting off part of my monkey

if i can't have my dick I'll be a crack junkie!

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Twinkle twinkle

hooser do

tell me all about this

"YOU"

ignore me now

and see me then

we'll get together

and we'll sin

and when you're gone

I'll never relate

to the way you

masturbate

 

Aaaaaamen.

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Never question the motives of a bitch

who has never once smiled

at what tomorrow brings

because if you do

you might find yourself face down

in a rain puddle

somewhere behind a dumpster

with nothing but the remains of

a little shits dreams lying upon

your shoulders

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Footprints in

Freshly fallen snow

Reveal the secret lives

Of feral cats

Pissing in our yard

Edited by koa

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Blood

Tears

Sweat

Drugs

Showers? No.

Pretty

Skinny

Lies

Pain

Past

Gone

Dreams

Where does this cycle begin and end.

 

Sex

poop

sleep

sleaze

movies

home

work

sleep

work

sleep

work

sleep

sex

sleaze

Where does this cycle end?

 

 

Please make it stop.

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For me, sadness is inevitable
No day passes without it
Happiness comes and goes
It never stays for long
Just don't try to fight it
Mental illness, they say
Please remove the label
Some days I can't get out of bed
I simply don't feel able
Spending time on CrazyBoards
For friendship and support
Spending time to analyze
Every fear and thought
One day I will be better I hope
But the future seems grim
I'll just stick to fitness
And spend time in the gym
So have no fear, Sanity is here
And I am here to stay
Crazyboards, Crazyboards, Crazyboards HOORAY!

 

:dunce:

Edited by Sanity
mis-paste

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