poetry of a schizophrenic climbing the years through the dancing
20 Dec 2009 1957) To pull the metal splinter from my palm my father recited a story in a low voice. I watched his lovely face and not the blade . .... or old age we'd opt one year for life, the next for art and always half-heartedly. But she would weep to see to-day how on his skin the swart flies move;
Dark Fairie Poetry
27 Dec 2010 In her hand she holds a blade . In the other she holds a key The metal cutting into my skin Submit a poem of your own right now!
Cutters Lullaby by ~QuintensAngel on deviantART
You can send your poems and others you know of to me on Replacetheblade@yahoo. com. .... The little piece of metal that makes things all better. .... The blade so sharp. My skin so soft. In a dreaming state. In a trance. Hurt and trauma
Juliet Cook Poetry , Juliet Cook Poet , Juliet Cook Writer
16 Feb 2007 Digital art , skin art , themes, wallpaper art , traditional art , photography, Silver metal , shine so bright. Scarlet blood, that feels so right. wow my friend love this poem so much she sings it to me hahahahahaha .... blood flow to the ground Make my head spin round and round Blade blade it's
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Now, here are some of my poems and at this point to make it completely clear that I do not self harm Licking the skin , I clasp the ice cold metal blade ,
Ronald Christ - The International Literary Quarterly
The recipient of a Minnesota State Arts Board Fellowship for Poetry and a Glenna Luschei Award from ..... The trailing light slipped from her paddle blade . A signal sent to me. and the terrible whiteness of my own skin as we pass ..... arms leaning on the metal corrals, grandmas, other pigs and handlers,
Dancing Lessons : Basement Stories
Cover Art I was face down in a drift of snow and the Carney pulled me to my feet . A metal stone sank in to the heart-hole, and they picked him each night in a The skin around his cheekbones had started to peel, fraying like loose The blade , although choked with rust, was still sharp, and nicked her
N.C. Arts Council - Poet of the Week Archive - January 06
12 Oct 2002 Digital art , skin art , themes, wallpaper art , traditional art , On the bed I sit with the metal blade , opening my soul to the world
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Strips of what Aunt Maud used to call "scarf skin ." Maud Shade was eighty when a sudden 260 A thimbleful of bright metallic tea. Your profile has not changed . The glistening teeth ..... And while the safety blade with scrap and screak Of my existence, only through my art , In terms of combinatorial delight;
Poetry Archive | State of the Arts | Minnesota Public Radio
in late august before sputnik orbits its great metallic eye over the earth against itself like the blades of swift knives .... The glass of these poems is strong and clear, "...an art so transparent that you can look through and My skin tingles with wings. How Can I Stoop to Wash My Face in the Surprise?
Replace The Blade | Self Harm Support
Eaten Back To Life - Metal Blade 1990. Rating = 8 ...... Sample rhyme: "You mark your skin , it gives you pleasure/I take your precious art , it becomes my
Turning Red Blood Black by ~insaneamoeba on deviantART
29 Jan 2011 Digital art , skin art , themes, wallpaper art , traditional art , photography, poetry / prose. Art prints. Favourite style of art : Poetry . Fanfiction. Drawing [The stuff that goes on my main account there. Metalman isn't weak to Metal Blade ; He just dies at their awesomeness.
Wynter Sorrow Darkheart's Page - fairies and vampires
29 Mar 2010 Poetry from Art . Please click on the poem titles by the names of the participants from the ..... The felt you wrap me in scratches my skin
Love and Death Poems
She can't unzip her own skin and the cruel talons have already dug in to the back of her neck. .... but my motorized blades are still whirring furiously. My wings are made of torn lace and metal stirrups and the rough little tongue of a death which specializes in poetry and ' artsy little misfit offerings'.
Pale Fire Poem
25 Dec 2005 But fail as a cold, metalic shard slices through my skin . Holding my breath, I push the blade into my wrist. Deeper Deeper Closing my eyes A work of art before me. Hunger pains and dizzyness. Replace the void inside me .... Through the blur, my fingers grasp cold metal ;
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