Down by Ghost

Ruby red blood stains my hands.
It stains my shirt and my soul.
The blood is running down my wrist.
Down my hands,
Down my fingertips.
Just like the blood,
Tears fall freely from my eyes.
Down my cheeks,
Down my chin.
It will all be over soon,
Finally I will be at peace.
Nobody will hurt me now.
Just close your eyes,
Let the blood flow.
Down your arms,
Down your legs.
Watch it pool on the ground.
When they come home they'll find you lying here.
Lying here with slit writsts.
There's nothing you can do now.
It's too late.
Time to go.
Down underground,
Down to another world.

Stacey (68.82.126.206) -- Friday, May 2 2003, 05:15 pm

Damn....
WOW... hit me hard !!!
Excellent work
~ Stace

Roy (205.188.209.9) -- Saturday, May 3 2003, 08:29 pm

Justus pitch in
Ghost you okay? or is this modern trickery?(snipped)

Seizure (216.47.215.144) -- Sunday, May 4 2003, 12:23 am

Roy??
Is this really Roy insulting people's works lately? Should I do an IP check? And I don't think Justus would jump in to insult another's work either... or did I misinterpret?

Seizure (216.47.215.144) -- Sunday, May 4 2003, 12:24 am

I liked it..
Sorry... meant to attach this at the bottom of the last comment... I liked it Ghost... didn't mean to leave you hanging...

Justus Isaiah Richardson (205.188.209.9) -- Sunday, May 4 2003, 02:13 am

I don't insult people's work.
Ghost, If you really feel like this, I know a poem you should read. It's called "Suicide" and it's by Mark Spencer. If there's the slightest chance that what he wrote could be true as far as the fate of his protagonist, I urge you to reconsider. No matter how dark the night gets, the sun always rises in the morning. Dude, you better respond to this. Let us know you're OK. I don't know what's gotten into Roy, but your work does not suck. I do some volunteer work with the homeless, and 90 percent of them are alcoholics. So I know the pattern. I pray I'm wrong, but I'm starting to see that pattern in some of Roy's more recent comments. Of course Prescription meds would cause the same pattern. I hope he doesn't have an illness that requires medication. And I really hope it's not alcohol. I will pray that all is well with you Ghost, and also with Roy.

Justus

Roy (64.12.96.70) -- Sunday, May 4 2003, 03:35 am

Sweet/bitter
I did not know I was an alcohalic on prescription drugs--thats bad very bad. I do bow to thankyou. aaaah I can't except this award well me and my grandchildren we had fun today on painting the tree house. ----truth--- I think someone did not want Ghost slice a wrist bleeding to die---wait!" I am a drunk on med drugs---ooooh" the poem if that,must be young ones playing games. ---for now I'd like to elate ---write and keep yer head down on comments----after all if one throws a pebble in the pond of life the water ripples!!!This poem is from that needs help and is reaching out trying to cling to life and if I find out this just childrens' play.

Seizure (216.47.215.144) -- Sunday, May 4 2003, 03:49 am

uh oh..
Man, seriously... calm down... let's not turn this poem into beef between fellow poets. Ghost would not appreciate that.

You were doing much better lately... I would turn all this built up anger into a poem and leave names out of it. It'll probably help... give it a shot... and when you do, I'd like to read it even if you don't submit it here (to keep it from your grandchildren's eyes or what not). You can just email it...

Ghost (198.81.26.45) -- Sunday, May 4 2003, 06:13 am

wow
Well, I didn't know we were going to have a little conversation about my poem. As to how old I am, I am 19 and no this isn't child's play. These were just thoughts that were going through my head at the time and you know what they say,"your mind is like a bad neighborhood at night, you shouldn't go there alone." This is my way of not going into that neighborhood alone at night. It did really hurt to hear somebody say that my work sucked but I thank those of you who defended me and my poem. I've only been a part of this website for about a month or so and I've never let anyone read my stuff before so this is a big deal for me. I have been to counseling and no, I'm not trying to kill myself anymore it's really not worth it, I'm stronger than that. As I said before, this poem was just a collection of the thoughts that were going through my head at the time so there's no need to worry about me. Once again, thank you so much for defending my stuff.

Mellow Rain (216.65.211.189) -- Saturday, August 7 2004, 06:58 pm

Did you benifit from writing this?
usually people writ to let something out. it was good just that it needed more. get me? no? ok. just a thought.

jerry jackson (66.144.74.6) -- Thursday, October 21 2004, 02:37 pm

it will be ok
i hope this poem was only words its not fun going to the hospital with slit wrist with everyone around now it seems like they care i know sometimes it dont seem like it but people like us are always by our side before u do some dumb stuff and u are ready to break down a cry think about the ones who think about us

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