Red Poem by Kelsea Osterman
Red
Drip
Drip, Drip.
Plush,
Plush.
Listen as the it flows
down my arm
and lands on the tile
that now runs red
with my blood.
Watch as it flows down
my arm from the cut.
Deep and painless.
As the crimson color tints
my flesh I look into the
mirrow and see
someone I don't know.
A girl, someone who is pretty,
kind, sweet, and has no pain.
I smash the image causing
more crimson cuts, that begin
to add to the flow from the
wound above.
I watch as things begin
to make sense.
As things begin to spin
and turn right side up.
As I lay on the ground I think.
I think of all that was done
to me, done to them,
but what does it matter now.
It is all over.
Oh look things are
now darkening,
soon I'll not be able to see.
I'll lay in the blood
that once filled my living body.
Wondering what could have
been different and what was.
And now with my last breaths
I'll say I loved him with
all my heart and......
Gone!
This poem I wish so much I could relate to the lack of fear form self injury, but alas I am but to afraid... This poem captures this girls last moments, her regrets, her pain from this world, and the one that she loved. If only life could be as easy to end as that, but it just isn't... A writer can't just pick up a pencil, pen, or quill, no, they must visualize the scene, the people, the words, the action, the humanity inside of it all, the pieces that no one may ever know, but it will always remain with you, the writer. This girl has so much potential, she can be loved and saved, but someone has to reach out and catch her when she falls. If we are not the fallen than let us save others; others that suffer the way we do. This is just a thought no advice, but I really did enjoy this poem and I'd give it a 10 any day, your truly are a talented writer. ~Peter
Very nice, I love it. Yes, in the moments, even days, after a tragic event or loss, most contemplate suicide, but it is most definitely irrational and stupid. This poem clearly illustrates the chaotic influence such an event can have on one's reasoning. At that point, you must JUST NOT DO IT without reasoning it out, because if you reasoned it out, your logic would be tainted. Once again, perfect illustration.
I am beginning to see a pattern here; one of painful loss. Intense emotions flow through the lines of this poem and vivid imaginery brings the words and images to life. Interestingly, the ability to recognize the irony in the situation is apparent in the girl's realization that her actions are irrational. As the reader you along with the girl wonder; why a beautiful girl that is kind and sweet would cut herself and ultimately die? But, the answer comes with in the third to last line 'I'll say I loved him with all my heart an...' The painful loss is that of a lover and extenuated by a slightly deranged mind. Excellent read. The writing is enjoyable despite this storyline of horrific tragedy. Thanks for sharing.10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 4:59:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Self harm is difficult or easy - it depends. Poetry likewise. I believe the connection is emotion and the dissection is response to the same input. Occasionally a fine line. I am glad of the side you are on.