My Pain Penned Slowly
The Literary Works of SimplyNay
Dear Reader,
Those who have watched me perform have become acquainted with my journal. I'm venturing out to share the pages from the tablet of my mind with you. Scroll over the top corner of each page in order to turn it. Each month you will find a different literary work in this journal. I will continue in this way until we have completed each journal and start anew each year. I hope that you find something more beyond these pages.
SimplyNay
January 2010
These Lines
I cant memorize these linesCuz if I memorize these linesId be forced to memorize your liesForced to memorize every tear I criedForced to memorize everytime I diedSee your hateful heart murdered meSo I cant commit my prose to memoryCuz if I commit my proseId be forced to submit to my woesForced to fall with every blowForced to relive every eventThat drove me to composeSee your heartless games inspired meSo I pen my pain slowlyLike cuts with a razor bladeEach line is my skinPage after page of self mutilationRemoving any temptation I have to let you back in
I cant memorize these lines
Cuz if I memorize these lines
Id be forced to memorize your lies
Forced to memorize every tear I cried
Forced to memorize everytime I died
See your hateful heart murdered me
So I cant commit my prose to memory
Cuz if I commit my prose
Id be forced to submit to my woes
Forced to fall with every blow
Forced to relive every event
That drove me to compose
See your heartless games inspired me
So I pen my pain slowly
Like cuts with a razor blade
Each line is my skin
Page after page of self mutilation
Removing any temptation I have to let you back in
And allow you to do it againBecause clearly Im inTo that sadomasochist shitYou see thisAs a book of poemsI see itAs a book of shitI wish I could forgetSo noI will not memorize these linesI rebuke these versesBecause everytime I recite these rhymesMy pain worsensIm forced to relive every eventThat droveMe to composeThese proseYou are hearing
And allow you to do it again
Because clearly Im in
To that sadomasochist shit
You see this
As a book of poems
I see it
As a book of shit
I wish I could forget
So no
I will not memorize these lines
I rebuke these verses
Because everytime I recite these rhymes
My pain worsens
Im forced to relive every event
That drove
Me to compose
These prose
You are hearing
My deepest sentimentsMy pained penned slowlyReplacementFor the razor blades I useTo use to cut meWeek after weekI readMy pages of self mutilationAllowing my pain to worsenIn hopes that somebody stops hurtingCuz if their pain is mollified in the leastThen this agony is worth itAnd my life is no longer worthlessAnd this book of shitI wish I could forgetServes a purpose
My deepest sentiments
My pained penned slowly
Replacement
For the razor blades I use
To use to cut me
Week after week
I read
My pages of self mutilation
Allowing my pain to worsen
In hopes that somebody stops hurting
Cuz if their pain is mollified in the least
Then this agony is worth it
And my life is no longer worthless
And this book of shit
Serves a purpose
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