Lauren Ruark


Pleasure - Poem by Lauren Ruark

A pathetic statement reaches my lips,
I swallow it down, bit by bit.
I bite my tongue so they won't know,
The stories I have left untold.

The pain sends me into ecstasy,
they've taken everything else from me.
The blade is always there,
to lift agony that I bare.

The razor is my only friend,
It's always there in the end.
It doesn't laugh, taunt, or tease,
It's only use is to please.


Comments about Pleasure by Lauren Ruark

  • Crazy Vampire (5/6/2010 1:43:00 PM)


    like this poem because i can relate to it. thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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  • (5/6/2010 8:08:00 AM)


    just like everybody else,
    im awe struck

    i must say this made my day!
    thanks for sharing
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 6, 2010



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