Bonitaj

Mar 31, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

ON THE BORDERLINE

Pomegranite tingednewly needled scars.Picking up strangers, stalking men in bars. The emotional bleederscratching at scabs.The walking annorexicforever fighting the invisible flab. Warding off emptinessannexing the pain,shattering the mirror -to create a new reflection again. Borderline patients,the malady of our Time,spurned by their mothers.Invalids of their own mind.Forever seeking validationas if being loved were a crime...." BjR 31 March, '10

— Bonitaj, Mar 31, 2010

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Tip of Southern Africa, ZAF

Favorite Poets: Too many to narrow down, but briefly :, AUDEN, T.S. ELIOT, DICKENSON, RILKE, THOREAU, RUMI ... the list is endless. Am inspired by many, especially those that live lives of "quiet desperation, and go to the grave with a song still in them" (THoreau)

Critiques

Seren

16 years 2 months ago

Dear Boni

Being loved is no crime and validated just once everyone should be, mentally ill or not , some people go through their whole lives never knowing loved your write Boni ... you've had a glimpse love and hugs JayCee

Bonitaj

16 years 2 months ago

Hi JayCee!

I have indeed been acquainted with the night! I have a sister who is Borderline and I think that's what got me into pursuing psychology! I think educating people is vital! Thanks for your interest! lol Boni

Bonitaj

16 years 2 months ago

It's confusing I know

but there is very much an element of their denigrating themselves and invalidating their own beliefs/mind!

lyz

16 years 2 months ago

Dear B

You have written an enlightening piece and it gets you thinking. Good on you. Love Lyz. XX

seabhac

16 years 2 months ago

Great read Boni

Begs the question though what is construed as love... One persons concept may not be anothers and when that difference is realised there can be much hurt attached to love. Yes a two edged sword, cuts either way. Seabhac

Roscoe Lane

16 years 2 months ago

It's so true,

It's so true what you write, i have watched it happen. And in part been taken in by some of it. Very good peice of poetry. Regards Roscoe...

doorman

16 years 2 months ago

Pomegranite tinged newly

Pomegranite tinged newly needled scars. Picking up strangers, forever stalking men in bars.(Good stuff!) The emotional bleeder pathetically picking at scabs.('pathetically' is good, but I think it's superfluous,-scabs have similar characteristics) The walking annorexic forever fighting invisible flab.(These last two I'm seriously envious of) Juicy, savoury lines here. The way it should be. Yours, Espen.

Bonitaj

16 years 2 months ago

THanks Espen

Not very well thought through at the time... I think I was driving a car if I remember, so I appreciate the fine tuning. Glad you liked it though. Check out my follow up one on "Addiction" that I will be posting sometime soon. Same profile, but with a more scientific backdrop ;) Appreciated your time! Boni

doorman

16 years 2 months ago

It’s the ‘emotional

It's the 'emotional bleeder' that 'pathetically picks', not the scabs. Apologies, I misread. I guess I've nothing to pick at here. A fresh piece of work, so tune carefully. I'll take a look at 'Addiction' when I can. Yours, Espen.

Bonitaj

16 years 2 months ago

THanks Espen!

I think I prefer the alliteration of 'scratching at scabs' since I've already used "picking" in the first stanza! Thanks for your input though! Much appreciated! Boni