[Beautiful+Danger]

Crawling beneath my skin
This bed of hatred
Steaming and vile,
Aching to burst and drown me for good.

Slowly, waiting and scheming
It floods my river of hopes and
desecrates my world of serenity,
Swamping my mind with hopeless thoughts
of revenge or self-riddance.

Bring me back home and
cleanse me,
Before I violate my skin
With the beauty of death...

Jeez

[Beautiful+Danger]

I do sometimes hate myself. I can't explain why. I just do.

MsJacquiiC

WOW! I suppose it's nice to get those thoughts completely and totally out of the way by writing a very dark & depressing poem. Interesting write actually BEAUTIFUL.

I wonder though if you're actually "hating" yourself or just not liking your place right now in the here-and-now? Cause sometimes I think I hate myself and then I have to correct by saying I hate my life LOL - Distinct difference. subtle, but very distinct.

At anyrate - thanx for sharing your poem.

Jacquii.

nomadicrhymer

Hmmm...I am getting more rebellion from the title! And you're right...no one can make you do anything...love the poem...lots of captured passion and bursts of emotion. Beauty in death? I think there is, but we can't see it...it's on the "other side" of the flipped coin.

Find and hold on to a raft that will help you float over that river of hope when the flooding comes, and hold on tight! A lifeguard would also come in handy, if you can locate one who will be there no matter what....hoping and praying for no more floods.

Nomad

[Beautiful+Danger]

Thanks very much.

PaintedDiary

Dear Beautiful,

This poem sent my mind spinning. The woven words of hatred and despair of one's own being is very poignant and gripping in this piece. The title and poem are so very captivating. My mind thought of suicide, slashing one's wrists, to the words of intravenous drug use.

Before I violate my skin
With the beauty of death...

Hopefully the flood can be kept at bay, as there is hope here as well, in your words....

Bring me back home and
cleanse me

Also I hope the words you scribe in your world are NOT drowning to the point that the soul, the confidence, the self-worth, and love for thyself are lost. Writing is medicine for the soul...where we can take a tablet with a pen, and write our prescription....where we can begin to heal. You are dangerous yes, but BEAUTIFUL in every way. Thank you for the read.

{{{{{~~~***PD***~~~}}}}}

[Beautiful+Danger]

Thanks very much PD, your words mean alot to me