though i've tried, but in vain;
for it's me, you still blame.
our relationship, a razor blade;
a beautiful diamond, ruby red.
smoothing out edges, no one dared;
all i'm left, is shattered and shred.
we won't go back now,
keeping to our vows.
drenched in a world of silence,
hoping to deface violence.
this is a shout out to the kids who haven’t cracked a smile since last summer.
To the kids who’s wrists turned to cutting boards
and stomachs intentionally went empty.
This is the anthem for saturday nights spent on the couch just asking yourself “why”
For hours spent thinking that it’s your fault your parents split and theres nothing you can do.
For the kids who drag a blade across their wrist and carve grand canyons into their wrists although its still not the same.
A song for the kids who crack their knuckles as a distraction from the glares they get from across the classroom in fifth period science.
A harmony to the kids who are trying so hard to fit in but cant seem to get the hold of the right words to stick on their tongue so instead the wrong words slip out of their mouthes and roll into a ball of embarrassment.
A five star dinner served to his four friends which left him three years later and two years later he was just one kid by himself fending off the monsters we call classmates all alone.
Another sleeping pill for the boy who prays with his eyes shut but cant sleep because his eyes have already been closed for hours.
A brace for the broken and the weak as the week drags on to the point where every word that ends in the letter y makes you want to pull your hair out.
A poem dedicated to the kids who cant fend for themselves in the jungle.
Its a hard existence.
But we can make it through.
I want to talk to you aimlessly
Like I would on a warm afternoon
Lying back looking up at the sky
Through the mulberry tree in my yard
Artless and unselfconscious
Chewing on the white end of grass coaxed slowly from the blade
Lazy observations in a distracted tone
Scent of sun and sweat
She holds the blade
Like a trophy
To be adorned
Slicing her skin
Emotions left her
Too long ago
She holds the blade
And has no worries
It will somehow help
She holds the blade
Defiance will guide her
It has been the only one
With every thing changing at once
You don't know what to do
Trying to find a path that will help
But all you are now is confused
As you see in the distance
The land underneath your feet
Feel the wind in your hair
Hear the sound of the beat
The beat of nature
Water rush down the river
Your heart racing
Not knowing whether this is a dream
Seeing nature and peace all around you
Surrounded by the most beautiful flowers you've ever seen
It all vanishes....
As it slowly turns into darkness...
The nightmare of all
Hearing the screams....
Seeing the tears....
Except the razor blade against your skin
As dreadful as an eruption
Deceased like winter
And fists clenching
As roses prick right in the throat
Used razor blade on one hand
And tabs of acid on the other
A vast and lonesome world
Two mindsets coming in unison
Psychedelic tendencies, suicidal thoughts
Insanity occupying a dystopic atmosphere
Swirling smokes, colourful spheres
Intensifying a bloodshed scene
Three, two, one, a blue-green string cut
"Don't do it!" they yelled
"It's not worth it!" they said
But too late, Death grinned at their faces
No pulse, no heartbeat, no memories
No single presence of bliss
Just a cold, pale,
Body in the dark abyss
I pierce the muse with Jade eyes
Smashed into blue dreams
Never end this road
Fall into the cobbled roses
Let the tragedy
Begin its dance
On its own
I can search for you for days
In a perfect summer
I can feel your breath
Glisten on my skin
As I taste you on my tongue
Less of the memories
Fade like the sunset
On a new day begun
I carry you in my heart
As an angel carries you in its arm
I sleep on a shadow
And wish on a heartbeat
Let me into your dreams
And carry the stars away
I pierce your blackened heart
With the spit
Of my rusty blade
There is a moment that will haunt you,
That will break everything you've built up.
When you realize you were born to fly
But your feet are chained to the ground.
And somehow you're living a dream
But you still feel like dying sometimes,
And each day hangs on the edge of a blade.
Now the sun is shining and the birds are singing
And there are pieces of yourself that you will never get back.
The reaper found its way,
Inside my rambling mind,
And found the massive chaos,
A reason to help me die.
I've had my share of bad,
I've had my share of good,
I've learned that in this world,
We're all misunderstood.
The curse of life is joy and pain,
They come in such suspense,
Is it wrong if I complain,
To hate in life's expense?
No one asked when I was born,
If I wanted to move on,
Or say, "Hey kid, this world is lost,
For years you'll be alone."
Did I sign up for this,
In my life before?
How stupid was I to agree,
Is heaven such a bore?
Is life a gift I have to take,
With or without my consent?
If I return it, would You be mad,
Will I spoil Your entertainment?
I am afraid with all my soul,
But You have read my story.
Will you forgive me father,
If I let you see me buried?
So I say thanks, to my dear friends,
You made me stay a while.
I'd blow a kiss to my family,
And I'll save you my last smile.
The world’s smallest basket lies tucked away
Inside a jar for field-trip wide open
Eyes of wonder to chew on, settled in
The drooling smiles of truant minds like most
Sticky wads of gum that hang dried to the
Undersides of every desk throughout the
Pine Belt area of Free State County,
And all that surrounds circled about one
Solitary clandestine blade of grass
Tucked & woven into antiquity
By enchanted hands, & no doubt the work
Of Ma Universe slippin’ her divine
Fingers inside the dirt-caked skin she’d
Herself sewn onto one of her very
Own living/breathing marionettes,
Borrowing the gloves of ancestors called on
All the way to back to the first blade of grass
Plucked, & the first dreams that woke young shaman
Poets mad with visions streaming like
Images from celestial antennas
Into intricately knit blades of grass,
Sharpened on dewdrops & the unforgiving
Wilderness of frontiers, like a sea of
Green knives crashing their piercing waves on prairie
Shores while dull eyes attempt to draw blood with
Sharpened pencils on a sketch of its beach.
The towering sandcastles & woven
Baskets & cosmic canons are canonized
Eternal in that magnificent
Fireworks show behind tempered glass, in that
One simple blade of grass.