Coldfire's Poetry Stuff

Ok well before you guys freak out and worry all to hell about me, this is a FICTIONAL poem, and I have never, EVER cut my wrists, nor do I ever intend to. This idea just popped into my head the other night out of no where, so I wrote it down and thought I'd share it.

Cutting

A razor blade in one hand,
A towel in the other,
I cut open my wrist,
The blood wells up,
Starts to run down my arm,
Drip,
Drip,
Drip,
It falls onto the towel,
Underneath my wrist,
My eyes are caught,
By the bright red blood,
I stare at it,
In rapt fascination,
I feel no pain,
Only this strange enchantment,
I only watch,
As it flows out of me,
Stains the towel,
Streams down my arm,
But finally it's enough,
I put the towel against the cut,
Putting pressure against it,
To stop the flow,
The beautiful, alluring flow,
But there's always next time,
I will do it again,
And maybe it'll be even better,
Than this time was,
Maybe I'll cut deeper,
Or make a longer cut,
Just to try it out,
See how it affects it,
Might just make it more fun,
More exciting,
Better than ever before.

😱

whoah! that's deep.....and thanks for stating that fact

That poem is awesom. It makes you think about the people who cut themselves.

Don't ask where this idea came from either lol. I wrote it, and winced because it's pretty harsh, but here it is anyway:

Mechanical

You kiss my lips,
Deeply, passionately,
And I kiss you back,
But I feel nothing;
It's a mechanical action,
Something that's been practised,
Over and over again,
You kiss my neck,
Going lower still,
I close my eyes,
But not in ecstasy,
Only so you don't see,
The lack of lust,
Or any passion at all,
That's missing in my eyes.
You caress me,
Down my spine,
Across my belly,
And I do the same to you,
Following familiar trails,
Getting a response from you,
While I fake mine,
Pretending to love it,
Though I don't know why.
All clothes are now gone,
And we're under the covers,
Your body against mine,
You filling me up,
Moaning with pleasure,
The rhythm keeps on increasing,
The heat keeps on rising,
And I go along with it,
Making fake cries,
Though as we make love,
I still feel nothing,
As you reach your release,
I make believe that I,
Have also reached mine,
Crying out your name,
As you scream out mine.
I don't know why I do this,
There are no words to explain,
But I do know this:
What I once felt for you,
Has faded away to nothing,
And now this love is,
Just short of mechanical.

Whoa didn't see you guys posted! lol 😛

Originally posted by Fëanor
😱

whoah! that's deep.....and thanks for stating that fact

Originally posted by Zatch
That poem is awesom. It makes you think about the people who cut themselves.

The KMC Misfits

Quite the band of misfits are we,
Fated to stay that way for eternity,
Whatever the problem it's no bother,
As long as we've still got each other,
We can stay strong through thick and thin,
When we face it together we'll always win,
Always there when one of us is down,
To help get rid of an angry frown,
Or when one of us feels like crying,
We help keep their heart from slowly dying,
My friends I love you with all my heart,
You have been there right from the start,
Age, gender, culture, doesn't matter to us,
We're friends just the same, though creativity is a plus,
That we all seem to share to a large extent,
And when it seems that it has been spent,
We're inspired by something one of us does,
Says, thinks, dreams, or maybe just because,
Maybe we're inspiring, people, who knows,
But you are all the best as far as it goes,
I couldn't ask for better people to befriend me,
And anyone with half a brain can see,
That no wants to mess with our misfit band,
Unless they want to hear a big reprimand,
Here's to many more good memories we can share,
Just wanted to let you know how much I care,
Let's keep having all the fun that we have been,
And we just may be the tightest gang this forum's ever seen.

Lol there's a lovely poem for all us poetic people on this forum 😊

Originally posted by Coldfire
Ok well before you guys freak out and worry all to hell about me, this is a FICTIONAL poem, and I have never, EVER cut my wrists, nor do I ever intend to. This idea just popped into my head the other night out of no where, so I wrote it down and thought I'd share it.

Cutting

A razor blade in one hand,
A towel in the other,
I cut open my wrist,
The blood wells up,
Starts to run down my arm,
Drip,
Drip,
Drip,
It falls onto the towel,
Underneath my wrist,
My eyes are caught,
By the bright red blood,
I stare at it,
In rapt fascination,
I feel no pain,
Only this strange enchantment,
I only watch,
As it flows out of me,
Stains the towel,
Streams down my arm,
But finally it's enough,
I put the towel against the cut,
Putting pressure against it,
To stop the flow,
The beautiful, alluring flow,
But there's always next time,
I will do it again,
And maybe it'll be even better,
Than this time was,
Maybe I'll cut deeper,
Or make a longer cut,
Just to try it out,
See how it affects it,
Might just make it more fun,
More exciting,
Better than ever before.

I'd hope not sweets. Been there, done that, and I will tell you the temporary relief you get from that physical pain and pleasure is gonna end up making more mental pain, haha ESPECIALLY when loved ones find out and go nuts. (my family was like 3 seconds from commiting me for evaluation 2 years ago for doing it.)

Great poems babe! haha yeah, you got the inspiration, even if it came from crappy events.

Originally posted by Coldfire
The KMC Misfits

Quite the band of misfits are we,
Fated to stay that way for eternity,
Whatever the problem it's no bother,
As long as we've still got each other,
We can stay strong through thick and thin,
When we face it together we'll always win,
Always there when one of us is down,
To help get rid of an angry frown,
Or when one of us feels like crying,
We help keep their heart from slowly dying,
My friends I love you with all my heart,
You have been there right from the start,
Age, gender, culture, doesn't matter to us,
We're friends just the same, though creativity is a plus,
That we all seem to share to a large extent,
And when it seems that it has been spent,
We're inspired by something one of us does,
Says, thinks, dreams, or maybe just because,
Maybe we're inspiring, people, who knows,
But you are all the best as far as it goes,
I couldn't ask for better people to befriend me,
And anyone with half a brain can see,
That no wants to mess with our misfit band,
Unless they want to hear a big reprimand,
Here's to many more good memories we can share,
Just wanted to let you know how much I care,
Let's keep having all the fun that we have been,
And we just may be the tightest gang this forum's ever seen.

Lol there's a lovely poem for all us poetic people on this forum 😊

Originally posted by Zatch
That poem is awesom. It makes you think about the people who cut themselves.

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
I'd hope not sweets. Been there, done that, and I will tell you the temporary relief you get from that physical pain and pleasure is gonna end up making more mental pain, haha ESPECIALLY when loved ones find out and go nuts. (my family was like 3 seconds from commiting me for evaluation 2 years ago for doing it.)

Great poems babe! haha yeah, you got the inspiration, even if it came from crappy events.
haha LOVE IT!!!clap 😄

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
Fegh. You really want to know why people do that? I can give you the experience part of it and the scientifical biological mumbo jumbo that goes with it. but I am not gonna clutter Lady Cold's space, so pm me if you are serious. I'll be more than happy to share why you should NOT do it.

Originally posted by Coldfire
The KMC Misfits

Quite the band of misfits are we,
Fated to stay that way for eternity,
Whatever the problem it's no bother,
As long as we've still got each other,
We can stay strong through thick and thin,
When we face it together we'll always win,
Always there when one of us is down,
To help get rid of an angry frown,
Or when one of us feels like crying,
We help keep their heart from slowly dying,
My friends I love you with all my heart,
You have been there right from the start,
Age, gender, culture, doesn't matter to us,
We're friends just the same, though creativity is a plus,
That we all seem to share to a large extent,
And when it seems that it has been spent,
We're inspired by something one of us does,
Says, thinks, dreams, or maybe just because,
Maybe we're inspiring, people, who knows,
But you are all the best as far as it goes,
I couldn't ask for better people to befriend me,
And anyone with half a brain can see,
That no wants to mess with our misfit band,
Unless they want to hear a big reprimand,
Here's to many more good memories we can share,
Just wanted to let you know how much I care,
Let's keep having all the fun that we have been,
And we just may be the tightest gang this forum's ever seen.

Lol there's a lovely poem for all us poetic people on this forum 😊

Originally posted by Fëanor
😱 THAT IS FKN AWESOME!!!!😱

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and you're welcome....such awesome talent!!

I looked this over after I'd written it and was like wtf where did THIS come from?! lol. I'm such a bad girl aren't I? 😮 lmao

First Time

I am lost in your eyes,
As I kiss you so deeply,
Your lips are so soft,
They’re driving me wild,
You play with my hair,
As the kiss gets hotter,
More intense and passionate,
I can feel your skin,
Through the fabric of your shirt,
My hands slip underneath it,
Wanting to see what it feels like,
And I moan against your mouth,
As my hands explore the silkiness,
That is your chest and back.
My low neck halter top,
Only exposes a little,
Just a taste of what’s inside,
So you remove it,
Taking your lips off mine,
In order to kiss my breasts,
I gasp and close my eyes,
Wanting you more than anything,
You wanting me the same.
Then you’re picking me up,
Carrying me over to the bed,
Kissing me again as you go,
I know I’m ready for this,
As you lay me down,
Removing the rest of our clothing,
Looking at me with those eyes,
Just makes me want to melt.
You take me in your arms again,
Promising to be gentle with me,
Not wanting to hurt me,
And still looking into my eyes,
You bury in me yourself,
The hardness of your arousal,
Fitting into my softness,
And I gasp a little,
There is some pain for me,
But are gentle like you said,
And soon the pain is forgotten,
As we begin thrusting our hips,
Slowly at first, then increasing the pace,
Taking harsher breaths all the time,
And we start to near the end.
Your release crashes on top of you,
And I follow right after,
Our cries of ecstasy mingling together,
In a chorus of the sweetest pleasure,
You collapse down beside me,
Getting your breath back,
Before taking me in your arms,
And holding me against your body,
Me head against your shoulder,
Your head resting on top of mine,
You kiss me once more tenderly,
Then your eyes slip closed,
And you sink down into sleep,
And after a while so do I,
Feeling warm, protected, loved.

Originally posted by Fëanor
😱 check out my sig!!!

and you're welcome....such awesome talent!!

Originally posted by Coldfire
I looked this over after I'd written it and was like wtf where did THIS come from?! lol. I'm such a bad girl aren't I? 😮 lmao

First Time

I am lost in your eyes,
As I kiss you so deeply,
Your lips are so soft,
They’re driving me wild,
You play with my hair,
As the kiss gets hotter,
More intense and passionate,
I can feel your skin,
Through the fabric of your shirt,
My hands slip underneath it,
Wanting to see what it feels like,
And I moan against your mouth,
As my hands explore the silkiness,
That is your chest and back.
My low neck halter top,
Only exposes a little,
Just a taste of what’s inside,
So you remove it,
Taking your lips off mine,
In order to kiss my breasts,
I gasp and close my eyes,
Wanting you more than anything,
You wanting me the same.
Then you’re picking me up,
Carrying me over to the bed,
Kissing me again as you go,
I know I’m ready for this,
As you lay me down,
Removing the rest of our clothing,
Looking at me with those eyes,
Just makes me want to melt.
You take me in your arms again,
Promising to be gentle with me,
Not wanting to hurt me,
And still looking into my eyes,
You bury in me yourself,
The hardness of your arousal,
Fitting into my softness,
And I gasp a little,
There is some pain for me,
But are gentle like you said,
And soon the pain is forgotten,
As we begin thrusting our hips,
Slowly at first, then increasing the pace,
Taking harsher breaths all the time,
And we start to near the end.
Your release crashes on top of you,
And I follow right after,
Our cries of ecstasy mingling together,
In a chorus of the sweetest pleasure,
You collapse down beside me,
Getting your breath back,
Before taking me in your arms,
And holding me against your body,
Me head against your shoulder,
Your head resting on top of mine,
You kiss me once more tenderly,
Then your eyes slip closed,
And you sink down into sleep,
And after a while so do I,
Feeling warm, protected, loved.

OMG...you have GREAT POEMS!!!!! 😱

Thinking

I look up at the starry sky,
And think about my life,
About how far I've come,
And the things I've done,
And if someone had told me,
That I would be where I am,
At this point in my life,
I would have laughed at them,
And told them they were crazy,
But here I am now,
Despite everything that's happened,
I am still here and living,
Not addicted to drugs,
Not drinking alcohol,
Not partying all night long,
Not having sex as a teenager,
Just being who I am,
Without any artificial help,
Or help from those,
Who deem themselves to be,
So much better than I.

Those people I laugh at,
And feel sorry for too,
Because what makes them,
More special than anyone else?
Nothing really does,
It's mostly in their heads,
And the heads of their friends,
And it just spreads that way,
Until everyone believes it.

The stars are so beautiful,
And I remember all those times,
When I wished upon them,
Hoping and praying and wanting,
The wishes to all come true,
And a couple of them did,
And I wonder how many others,
Wish on those stars too,
And how many actually get,
Those wishes to come true.
But the thing I want most,
Has not yet come to me,
I thought it had once,
But that turned out to be a lie,
So I'm still waiting for that one,
And maybe if I believe enough,
It will eventally come true,
And that will be a day,
I will treasure forevermore.

Originally posted by Fëanor
omg bag is it.....gettin' hot in here or wot?

Originally posted by Lord Follen
OMG...you have GREAT POEMS!!!!! 😱

Originally posted by Coldfire
Thinking

I look up at the starry sky,
And think about my life,
About how far I've come,
And the things I've done,
And if someone had told me,
That I would be where I am,
At this point in my life,
I would have laughed at them,
And told them they were crazy,
But here I am now,
Despite everything that's happened,
I am still here and living,
Not addicted to drugs,
Not drinking alcohol,
Not partying all night long,
Not having sex as a teenager,
Just being who I am,
Without any artificial help,
Or help from those,
Who deem themselves to be,
So much better than I.

Those people I laugh at,
And feel sorry for too,
Because what makes them,
More special than anyone else?
Nothing really does,
It's mostly in their heads,
And the heads of their friends,
And it just spreads that way,
Until everyone believes it.

The stars are so beautiful,
And I remember all those times,
When I wished upon them,
Hoping and praying and wanting,
The wishes to all come true,
And a couple of them did,
And I wonder how many others,
Wish on those stars too,
And how many actually get,
Those wishes to come true.
But the thing I want most,
Has not yet come to me,
I thought it had once,
But that turned out to be a lie,
So I'm still waiting for that one,
And maybe if I believe enough,
It will eventally come true,
And that will be a day,
I will treasure forevermore.

WOW 😱 i love this one!!! 😄 😄

Originally posted by Lord Follen
WOW 😱 i love this one!!! 😄 😄