Wow. That, was good. That was really good. It's powerful. Great job.

There are lots of cutting and bleeding poems out there... it's a very common theme, but I'm not one of those who dismisses the entire genre. I like a good cutting poem if it's creative enough. This one, however, has the same bland taste to it. The use of the word crimson, salty tears, falling and darkness, all reiterated phrases and metaphors. Sometimes the poem is good, usually when the author gives some hint as to why they were cutting, or what they were thinking. Why is the safety gone? Why is the will to survive gone? I have a challenge for you. Come up with two or three metaphors, and write the same poem without rhyming unless the flow causes it to happen. Usually a poem turns out better when it doesn't rhyme; and most cutting poems sound forced when they do. Please read my poem "The Hurricane" which actually is about a night where I was cutting(Shh! It's a secret!) and let me know if you accept the challenge :)