Poems About Self Harm Published by Members Recently Online
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
14th Apr 2020 10:33pm
14th Apr 2020 10:33pm
Cracking Up Twenty-Two Years Ago
From my autobiography My Musical Journey self-published 2018, following an incident when a strange man followed me home the previous evening back in 1997:
My emotions were out of control in the morning. On the way to the bus stop, I passed a paper boy, kicked his bike and swore at him. I drank cider on the bus, even though it was not yet ten o'clock in the morning. By the time I got to Hertfordshire, I was in a crazy state of mind, not caring about the possibility of consequences, only about what had happened the previous evening.
On the high street, I pushed people and...
My emotions were out of control in the morning. On the way to the bus stop, I passed a paper boy, kicked his bike and swore at him. I drank cider on the bus, even though it was not yet ten o'clock in the morning. By the time I got to Hertfordshire, I was in a crazy state of mind, not caring about the possibility of consequences, only about what had happened the previous evening.
On the high street, I pushed people and...
#SelfHarm
#despair
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
14th Apr 2020 10:33pm
14th Apr 2020 10:33pm
Cracking Up Twenty-Two Years Ago
From my autobiography My Musical Journey self-published 2018, following an incident when a strange man followed me home the previous evening back in 1997:
My emotions were out of control in the morning. On the way to the bus stop, I passed a paper boy, kicked his bike and swore at him. I drank cider on the bus, even though it was not yet ten o'clock in the morning. By the time I got to Hertfordshire, I was in a crazy state of mind, not caring about the possibility of consequences, only about what had happened the previous evening.
On the high street, I pushed people and...
My emotions were out of control in the morning. On the way to the bus stop, I passed a paper boy, kicked his bike and swore at him. I drank cider on the bus, even though it was not yet ten o'clock in the morning. By the time I got to Hertfordshire, I was in a crazy state of mind, not caring about the possibility of consequences, only about what had happened the previous evening.
On the high street, I pushed people and...
#SelfHarm
#despair
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9 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
12th Jan 2024 00:21am
12th Jan 2024 00:21am
vulnerable
hissing on the floor of hell,
you’ve always thought yourself a freak,
too inward to charm the ball or the Belle,
too ugly to be iconic.
too queer to at least seem well-meaning,
too puritanical and sharp
to strut like some gay butterfly
or keep in tune with love’s young larks.
o tender-hearted tormenter of self,
I’ve caught you in the prickly gorse.
o little broken boy, o elf,
I’ve shielded you within this prickled place.
we raise each other up, I tend your wounds.
the carapace of irony peels back, in parts.
you’ve always thought yourself a freak,
too inward to charm the ball or the Belle,
too ugly to be iconic.
too queer to at least seem well-meaning,
too puritanical and sharp
to strut like some gay butterfly
or keep in tune with love’s young larks.
o tender-hearted tormenter of self,
I’ve caught you in the prickly gorse.
o little broken boy, o elf,
I’ve shielded you within this prickled place.
we raise each other up, I tend your wounds.
the carapace of irony peels back, in parts.
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
206 reads
5 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
12th Jan 2024 00:21am
12th Jan 2024 00:21am
vulnerable
hissing on the floor of hell,
you’ve always thought yourself a freak,
too inward to charm the ball or the Belle,
too ugly to be iconic.
too queer to at least seem well-meaning,
too puritanical and sharp
to strut like some gay butterfly
or keep in tune with love’s young larks.
o tender-hearted tormenter of self,
I’ve caught you in the prickly gorse.
o little broken boy, o elf,
I’ve shielded you within this prickled place.
we raise each other up, I tend your wounds.
the carapace of irony peels back, in parts.
you’ve always thought yourself a freak,
too inward to charm the ball or the Belle,
too ugly to be iconic.
too queer to at least seem well-meaning,
too puritanical and sharp
to strut like some gay butterfly
or keep in tune with love’s young larks.
o tender-hearted tormenter of self,
I’ve caught you in the prickly gorse.
o little broken boy, o elf,
I’ve shielded you within this prickled place.
we raise each other up, I tend your wounds.
the carapace of irony peels back, in parts.
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
206 reads
5 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
12th Jan 2024 00:21am
12th Jan 2024 00:21am
vulnerable
hissing on the floor of hell,
you’ve always thought yourself a freak,
too inward to charm the ball or the Belle,
too ugly to be iconic.
too queer to at least seem well-meaning,
too puritanical and sharp
to strut like some gay butterfly
or keep in tune with love’s young larks.
o tender-hearted tormenter of self,
I’ve caught you in the prickly gorse.
o little broken boy, o elf,
I’ve shielded you within this prickled place.
we raise each other up, I tend your wounds.
the carapace of irony peels back, in parts.
you’ve always thought yourself a freak,
too inward to charm the ball or the Belle,
too ugly to be iconic.
too queer to at least seem well-meaning,
too puritanical and sharp
to strut like some gay butterfly
or keep in tune with love’s young larks.
o tender-hearted tormenter of self,
I’ve caught you in the prickly gorse.
o little broken boy, o elf,
I’ve shielded you within this prickled place.
we raise each other up, I tend your wounds.
the carapace of irony peels back, in parts.
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
206 reads
5 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
12th Jan 2024 00:21am
12th Jan 2024 00:21am
vulnerable
hissing on the floor of hell,
you’ve always thought yourself a freak,
too inward to charm the ball or the Belle,
too ugly to be iconic.
too queer to at least seem well-meaning,
too puritanical and sharp
to strut like some gay butterfly
or keep in tune with love’s young larks.
o tender-hearted tormenter of self,
I’ve caught you in the prickly gorse.
o little broken boy, o elf,
I’ve shielded you within this prickled place.
we raise each other up, I tend your wounds.
the carapace of irony peels back, in parts.
you’ve always thought yourself a freak,
too inward to charm the ball or the Belle,
too ugly to be iconic.
too queer to at least seem well-meaning,
too puritanical and sharp
to strut like some gay butterfly
or keep in tune with love’s young larks.
o tender-hearted tormenter of self,
I’ve caught you in the prickly gorse.
o little broken boy, o elf,
I’ve shielded you within this prickled place.
we raise each other up, I tend your wounds.
the carapace of irony peels back, in parts.
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
206 reads
5 Comments
NoQuarter
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 6:12am
26th Jan 2025 6:12am
Anatomy Of Hurt
Flesh gives before i do.
A thin red line separates the quiet
from the screaming in my head,
proof that I'm still here,
proof that I'd rather not be.
The body betrays itself,
tender and raw,
breaking under the weight
of hands it thought it could trust.
Pain is a harmonious language-
simple, sharp,
speaking truths that can't be said out loud.
It says - you deserve this.
It says - this is all there is.
Bruises bloom, beautiful and dark,
wanting constellations on a body turned into...
A thin red line separates the quiet
from the screaming in my head,
proof that I'm still here,
proof that I'd rather not be.
The body betrays itself,
tender and raw,
breaking under the weight
of hands it thought it could trust.
Pain is a harmonious language-
simple, sharp,
speaking truths that can't be said out loud.
It says - you deserve this.
It says - this is all there is.
Bruises bloom, beautiful and dark,
wanting constellations on a body turned into...
#dark
#SelfHarm
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2 Comments
NoQuarter
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 6:12am
26th Jan 2025 6:12am
Anatomy Of Hurt
Flesh gives before i do.
A thin red line separates the quiet
from the screaming in my head,
proof that I'm still here,
proof that I'd rather not be.
The body betrays itself,
tender and raw,
breaking under the weight
of hands it thought it could trust.
Pain is a harmonious language-
simple, sharp,
speaking truths that can't be said out loud.
It says - you deserve this.
It says - this is all there is.
Bruises bloom, beautiful and dark,
wanting constellations on a body turned into...
A thin red line separates the quiet
from the screaming in my head,
proof that I'm still here,
proof that I'd rather not be.
The body betrays itself,
tender and raw,
breaking under the weight
of hands it thought it could trust.
Pain is a harmonious language-
simple, sharp,
speaking truths that can't be said out loud.
It says - you deserve this.
It says - this is all there is.
Bruises bloom, beautiful and dark,
wanting constellations on a body turned into...
#dark
#SelfHarm
194 reads
2 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 3:43pm
13th Feb 2025 3:43pm
Reverie
I wanted you, but then I saw,
I only wanted the version of you
I built in awe.
The beguiling man with eyes so blue,
A daydream I didn’t want to undo.
How did you make my world so hazy,
Half-conscious, hypnotized, always lazy?
By your words, I was forever swept,
In reverie, where my heart wept.
But the world’s noise broke my trance,
I realized why I gave you no chance.
You left a trail of broken hearts,
A lesson learned in painful parts.
How I wish I could turn blind, ...
I only wanted the version of you
I built in awe.
The beguiling man with eyes so blue,
A daydream I didn’t want to undo.
How did you make my world so hazy,
Half-conscious, hypnotized, always lazy?
By your words, I was forever swept,
In reverie, where my heart wept.
But the world’s noise broke my trance,
I realized why I gave you no chance.
You left a trail of broken hearts,
A lesson learned in painful parts.
How I wish I could turn blind, ...
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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1 Comment
NP_NP
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 3:43pm
13th Feb 2025 3:43pm
Reverie
I wanted you, but then I saw,
I only wanted the version of you
I built in awe.
The beguiling man with eyes so blue,
A daydream I didn’t want to undo.
How did you make my world so hazy,
Half-conscious, hypnotized, always lazy?
By your words, I was forever swept,
In reverie, where my heart wept.
But the world’s noise broke my trance,
I realized why I gave you no chance.
You left a trail of broken hearts,
A lesson learned in painful parts.
How I wish I could turn blind, ...
I only wanted the version of you
I built in awe.
The beguiling man with eyes so blue,
A daydream I didn’t want to undo.
How did you make my world so hazy,
Half-conscious, hypnotized, always lazy?
By your words, I was forever swept,
In reverie, where my heart wept.
But the world’s noise broke my trance,
I realized why I gave you no chance.
You left a trail of broken hearts,
A lesson learned in painful parts.
How I wish I could turn blind, ...
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
66 reads
1 Comment
NP_NP
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 3:43pm
13th Feb 2025 3:43pm
Reverie
I wanted you, but then I saw,
I only wanted the version of you
I built in awe.
The beguiling man with eyes so blue,
A daydream I didn’t want to undo.
How did you make my world so hazy,
Half-conscious, hypnotized, always lazy?
By your words, I was forever swept,
In reverie, where my heart wept.
But the world’s noise broke my trance,
I realized why I gave you no chance.
You left a trail of broken hearts,
A lesson learned in painful parts.
How I wish I could turn blind, ...
I only wanted the version of you
I built in awe.
The beguiling man with eyes so blue,
A daydream I didn’t want to undo.
How did you make my world so hazy,
Half-conscious, hypnotized, always lazy?
By your words, I was forever swept,
In reverie, where my heart wept.
But the world’s noise broke my trance,
I realized why I gave you no chance.
You left a trail of broken hearts,
A lesson learned in painful parts.
How I wish I could turn blind, ...
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
66 reads
1 Comment
NP_NP
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 3:43pm
13th Feb 2025 3:43pm
Reverie
I wanted you, but then I saw,
I only wanted the version of you
I built in awe.
The beguiling man with eyes so blue,
A daydream I didn’t want to undo.
How did you make my world so hazy,
Half-conscious, hypnotized, always lazy?
By your words, I was forever swept,
In reverie, where my heart wept.
But the world’s noise broke my trance,
I realized why I gave you no chance.
You left a trail of broken hearts,
A lesson learned in painful parts.
How I wish I could turn blind, ...
I only wanted the version of you
I built in awe.
The beguiling man with eyes so blue,
A daydream I didn’t want to undo.
How did you make my world so hazy,
Half-conscious, hypnotized, always lazy?
By your words, I was forever swept,
In reverie, where my heart wept.
But the world’s noise broke my trance,
I realized why I gave you no chance.
You left a trail of broken hearts,
A lesson learned in painful parts.
How I wish I could turn blind, ...
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
66 reads
1 Comment
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