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DaSH the Hopeful Jul 2014
Trust came as a blade catapulting through the air
          Unsure of its trajectory
Unsure of where it may land
    Unsure of where it was even thrown from
     But it was so gorgeous rotating in its path, pushing light from its edges
          I had to have it
          That feeling of utter security
  
I reached and in half a second my hand was gone
    Trust had sliced every ligament and sinew away
         Carved muscle from bone

         And I felt weak
   I quite literally could not grasp the double edged blade that was trust, and now

       I think I may not ever even reach for it again
Jd Schooley Jun 2014
Are there cool mountain streams
That only you know?
Take me there!

Do the colors in your mind
Release the sensations of hot and cold together?
Take me there!

Is the road you seek
Full of pleasurable curves and bumps?
Take me there!

Will you lick the blade
Searching out all the juices?
Take me there!

Is there a point where your heat
Is almost scalding?
Take me there!

When reaching the summit
Is it about conquest?
Or, how you take me there too?
http://therepurposedmale.blogspot.com/2014/06/take-me-there.html
Clare Jun 2014
A rolling raindrop
and ax blade on the bark meet
At cross roads head long.
An attempt at Haiku.
Maria Jun 2014
The memories,
Those awful dark times
Will always play.
But this is my prize.
I simply cannot throw it away.
As I glance at it, the pain cuts through me
The hurt washes over me .
Drowning. Suffocating.
I hold it in my palm,
Twiddle it around loosely between my fingers
Flashbacks. Nightmares. Distorted images and figures -
Like a film playing in my mind
Throw it!
No, keep it!
It's yours.
That smooth silver-grey 2 inches of metal
Cool to the touch.
It was your friend. It was your enemy.
It's your pride and your glory.


**© maria.who

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It is sharp just like the mind
The cut helps you unwind
It gets quite ***** when its dry
Hold me up
Don't let me cry

Its the time
That was the crime
You did not keep yourself in line
Enjoy the mind you have for now
You may not have it when you leave the crowd

Be your own person
Have your time
Because when push comes to shove
Your worth only a dime
Idk not my best but off the top of my head I feel its alright.
Hollow Jun 2014
Cut me again
Serrated incision
Sever my vein
A bladed decision
cr Jun 2014
stomachs churn, insides
twist, anxiety bites
chunks from the swollen
brain. silver glints in the
corner of the eye, quivering
hand snatches metal
weapon, slicesliceslice.
feels warmth ooze from
wounds, thigh catches
fire, singes part of any
remaining self-control when
roses fall from
perfect blood lines.
relapse relapse relapse relapse relapse
jls Jun 2014
Sometimes,
When you've been burned,
You learn to be cautious with fire.

Sometimes,
When you've been scarred,
You learn to stay away from the blade.

Sometimes,
When you've been played,
You learn not to play the game.

Sometimes,
When you've been made weak,
You learn to be strong.
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