Poems about pull

Have you ever
Heard the sound
Of war

Have you never
Sensed the smell
Of peace

Oh
I'm sorry i had to
Wake you up

Now
Can you see
The dawning gun?

I pull the blade across my already torn and tattered wrist
I bite my lip and I wonder... Has anyone else ever felt like this?
No... Of Course not... I quickly push it from my mind
As this blade erases everything from my mind
My blood starts to flow and all the memories quickly fade away
Nothing else could possibly matter when I feel this way
I breath a single sigh of relief as this amazing release takes its hold
Why can't anyone else understand this?
It's a bad thing... or so I've been told
But only it's the bad thing
It's the thing that keeps me sane
The blade is always searching for willing flesh to play its twisted game
I'm always a willing partner
I could never say no
It's a giver and taker
And I am firmly in its hold
Never does it let me down
Always it will ease the pain
But sometimes I have to wonder if I've gone too far
Just what exactly is my blade washing away?
Is it my pain?... Is it my sins?...
Is it every dark, evil, and ugly thing that lives within?
I'm not sure and of course it never tells
It's secrets... alike to mine are condemning to hell

They're gonna say,
You can't do it.
But its that much better,
When you pull through with it.

I feel the tide return,
The steady lapping at my heart
Comes ever nearer,
Grows ever stronger.
The growing power of the ocean
Brushes aside the built up
Debris and driftwood.
Her touch a cold slap,
And a gentle caress,
Drags me back to reality.
It seems the no matter what i do
I cannot stop the tide from
Waxing
Then
Waning.

I feel the gravitational pull
As she tries to take me with her.
The thing is,
I want her to drown me.

A stillborn
Is lit
By the three
Teeth
Since knocked
From its mother
As a life form
Hangs itself
In the closet
Of a nondescript
Sister
Spacecraft
After imperceptibly
Meditating
On the adventures
Not had
By a golem

Merrythought was broken
.
.
.
Would that our wishes were granted

A connection atop the oceans circuitry,
Exchanging the tug of maritime electricity,
Moving into dawn, at mercy of the undertow,
Within the timpani flam of inquisitive waters
Slamming the morning shores
Receiving her fury and knowledge
From the sea oat ridge
Connecting the bridges of unsure men*...

I tell myself it's all just gravity
That pounds and weight are only my dreams
But the lines and the curves
The shape of my face
The chubby waist no one wants to embrace
Everyone says it's just in my head
So all I do is blame gravity instead