#blades
How fast my mood switches
From cleanliness to stitches
I don’t know which I want more,
To wear shorts, or to see my core
Tell myself, yes, tonight I stop for all
But tomorrow, I find I’m back in the sprawl
I sit on the edge of my bathroom tiles
And wonder if I threw it in, if I’d still smile?
If I flush my blade down—all of them—
Would I go in and dig through pipes within?
Or, maybe I’d just shrug it off,
Finally be able to, without shaking, hold a moth.
The idea of having loose skin kills
But a tight makeup screams like trills
I long for an in between of this,
Where I could be okay, but still not miss
The sliding metal across my built up muscle
Yes, it builds up, since all it does is rustle
Like the leaves of the pale green tree
Then, in spring, I reach, and rip a red leaf.
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 3:27 PM UTC
"a box a ******* box'
Yesterday,
I shook,
I shook while my mind flooded with vivid flashes of that,
sliver,
soft,
shiny,
crisp blade
No,
THOSE
silver,
soft,
shiny,
crisp,
BLADES.
a box,
a ******* box.
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 10:11 PM UTC
this song will tell the count of bones sleeping
what call to arms does break the peace again
there is no cause but willfull mind unfolding
blades to human throats just us again
greed calls to all and is heard by many
loudly no place other than ego bliss
i speak amid the stars in my own meaning
no source of war but loving kiss
Oct 18, 2023
Oct 18, 2023 at 4:12 PM UTC
acting is a lot easier than people let you believe.
First you pick a person,
some sort of simple, easy, fun-loving personality
some range of phrases for said personality
mixed in with reactions of course, and
BAM
you got the gist.
my character is funny in the way that they're sort of me.
I'm very fake.
I've got this habit, you see, this habit of smiling and laughing.
"it's fine, it's funny we're laughing."
I'm the therapist, they come to me, I help.
I collect shards and paste them together
abandoning my own flayed pieces,
ignoring my own shattered self.
But that's okay!
See that's okay!!
Because J!
J!
J doesn't mind being stepped on!
OH ** **
J DOESN'T MIND BEING USED AND TORMENTED!
NO NO CONTINUE PLEASE!
J doesn't MIND only being talked to when others need something!
Please, go ON!
Because J!
J WILL LET YOU?
and why?
maybe it's the separation anxiety
or abandonment issues
or the fear of being alone in a general way
or a fear of being hated
maybe it's because J is so ****** use to being treated like a
******* DOORMAT!
that it doesn't even phase them anymore
it doesn't even matter anymore
it's part of the normal world
day-to-day life!
. . .
I smile a lot.
I laugh a lot.
More than most.
More than I should.
Some would argue that it's simply too much
am I trying too hard with it?
is it somehow obvious?
. . .
I left my first period to the bathroom. and proceeded to
sit down on the hate this word
and yet i couldn't cry?
WHY?
someone else was in the bathroom.
I wanted NEEDED some sort of a break
and yet J
and yet I
I could not give myself leniency.
Even alone
even if the person there didn't matter.
So when she left, a shed I still could not cry
and i split skin instead.
I had planned it for a while
nowhere near deep enough of course
couldn't be caught bleeding all around the school.
I had my blades in the bag,
I tucked them into my pocket.
some of the juice splattered itself onto tile floor
onto blue jeans
onto hate this word paper
wrapping itself around my arms,
pleading with me to please, please stop.
but who the **** cares
because
. . .
I smile a lot.
Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 9:39 AM UTC
minute dewdrops clung
onto the tall grass blades
earlier this morning
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 11:04 PM UTC
I found that darkness within,
That which kept me awake,
And would lead me into a spin.
Found under blades,
On mellow nights.
As the sun fades
The shadow appears.
Bringing all my sorrows,
All my worries and fears.
The knife would cure
The overwhelming feelings,
All which I saw impure.
Blood would run dry,
Leaving me scarred.
Yet, I would still cry.
That shadow is gone,
Though there are many more.
I am no longer a pawn.
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 2:18 PM UTC
blades of green lightly stab your feet.
the cool breeze caresses your arms
as the sun enhances your radiant face
you are at peace in this moment.
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 9:15 PM UTC
“Duellem” (The Duel)
by Charles Baudelaire
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Two combatants charged!
Their fearsome swords
brightened the air with fiery sparks and blood.
Their clashing blades
clinked odd serenades
reminding us: youth’s inspired by overloud love.
But now their blades lie broken, like our hearts!
Still, our savage teeth and talon-like fingernails
can do more damage than the deadliest sword
when lovers lash about with such natural flails.
In a deep ravine haunted by lynxes and panthers,
our heroes roll around in a cozy embrace,
leaving their blood to redden the colorless branches.
This abyss is pure hell; our friends occupy the place.
Come, let us sport and spurt here, cruel Amazon;
let our hatred’s ardor never be over and done!
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Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 6:43 AM UTC
Lawns of grassy blades
flow towards the nightfall
through a silver dust squall
snowflakes spin cascades
Jack Frost pays the cost
putting us under his thrall
while we're held in his loll
Demeter's daughter is lost
Hades imparts frosty shades
until Persephone's call
ease's her mother's bawl
ending our snowy escapades
Jan 24, 2020
Jan 24, 2020 at 1:02 PM UTC
gleamed amongst the wild green
appeased buds, shined and sheen
this field of blades not red, but green
for rain erased the war it had seen.
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 7:26 PM UTC
Bathing in the sun
Soaking it's nutrients
This blade so sharp
Rub to fast
and you might get cut
But it shines so green
It offers shelter
I trust my food
to keep me safe
So mighty leaf!
Hide me away!
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 12:58 PM UTC
I have a set of words,
I don’t know how to say.
They’ve been lost and jumbled,
Scattered to the tides, stolen by ginger mermaids
I have to catch them, before the elements.
Should even one of those fragile blades
Wash upon your shore.
Then the wall would be thickest,
A Medieval palisade.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 11:36 PM UTC
Yearned is thy cheerfulness to wax
a particle within thee,
however,
stuck be not
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 4:19 PM UTC
She sharpened blades,
turning her head as she engraved
thou blistered name
into her delicate flesh
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 4:13 PM UTC
Multitudinous battles,
Inhibiting every single darted tear dying to transpire
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 4:08 PM UTC
In a midst of a dark storm,
yanked was she across the cold streets.
Dragged from rusted shackles,
She still held on,
hoping to be hoisted-
by her unrequited love,
but her presence was non-existent
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 3:52 PM UTC
Rock, paper, scissors, shoot
Bouncing words and blades for two
“I’m rubber you’re glue”
How much longer till we’re through?
Breaking bones and grinding teeth
Clenched jaws with fire beneath
Tempers rising with the heat
Rock won’t stop until you bleed.
Rumors splashed across a page
Filled with malice, filled with rage
Money floating to the stage
Get the paper, make it rain.
Cut them down with dagger smiles
Ignore the wounded battle cries
Metal words until they die
“Stick a needle in your eye”
Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.
Look what growing made us do.
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 12:55 AM UTC
I read the text and then blocked you
then I picked up a blade and put it to my wrist
I see my phone ringing its my sister
I pick up and set down the blade
I picked a marker and made the lines on my arm
the lines i was going to make with you
Maybe a different day
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 1:56 AM UTC
Who’s going to save me
When I’m saving everyone else?
Who’s going to save me
When I cry myself to sleep at night?
Who’s going to save me
When I have a blade to my wrist?
Who’s going to save me
When the voices are screaming in my head?
The answer is nobody
While I’m out saving others,
Nobody is helping me.
I’m drowning
In the dark thoughts
Full of despair and darkness.
And with no one to help me,
I might as well succumb
To Death's sweet song.
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 3:48 PM UTC
i am different, so you prescribe me with pills to make me feel aye-okay but now I'm that girl who takes pills. you know the girl who's ****** up in the head. the girl who had scars covering her wrists and who talks to the counselors once a week. you know who I'm talking about everyone knows her. i don't want to be that girl. that girl who's known for being sad, the one who's just never really there. the girl who you went to school with for 5 years and you still don't know her name.
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 11:28 PM UTC
Have you ever missed something so much,
It actually starts to hurt?
I miss the beautiful artwork I would create
on my body, the old ones are still there
But I want to create new ones
I miss painting the lovely color of
Dark red on my light brown skin
I miss the after look,
To see how far i've gone
I see the old ones and admire them
While others see them with such sad eyes
They don't understand
I don't expect them to
If only I can do it again
And again
And again
And again
To never get tired of it
My lovely artwork
My lovely scars
My lovely blades
Oh I miss you so
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 5:41 PM UTC
I called on the echoes of my loneliness,
but you never answered my sorrowing
verses that fell like razor wire tears.
Lacerating within the repetition as each one
was a dissection of my emotions.
You never collected in fear of being wounded.
But you were the one that cut me profoundly,
words were your weapon.Versed in broken glass
shards, syllables are blades and my tears crimson.
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
Once upon a time
They used to be lost in woods
But now they are lost in their thoughts.
Once upon a time
They used to drown in oceans
But now they drown in their own thoughts.
Once upon a time
They used to be stabbed by their enemies
But now they hold the blades to their skin.
Once upon a time
They used to be bullied by the bullies
But now they are bullied by their minds.
Once upon a time
They used to pray to live
And now they pray to die.
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 6:13 AM UTC