#carve
Sitting down and carving away,
Scooping up the stringy bits and mush.
Dirtying my hands with pumpkin guts
It is when I feel most at rest.
The tearing of pumpkin flesh
A wonderful feeling
It resonates down my spine
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 10:41 AM UTC
Please,
Do not carve wounds upon your skin,
Do not let your blood spill thin.
Instead,
Carve pain in words upon the sheet.
Pour your sorrow out in ink.
May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 11:42 AM 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
I wake to walls I did not build,
A space too small, a name too still.
They call me by a voice not mine,
A shape I wear, but never will.
The world beyond hums soft and bright,
A distant place I’ve yet to claim.
I trace its edges in my mind—
A whispered truth without a name.
The mirror shifts, the cracks run deep,
Yet in them, something starts to grow.
Not wings, not fins, but something else—
A self I’ve always seemed to know.
So let the door be rusted shut,
Let silence press against my skin.
I’ll carve a window with my hands—
And let the light come pouring in.
Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 10:17 AM UTC
Here we are again, in my darkest night,
_I’ve never escaped_
I thought the last stretches of a pitch-black pool did not reach me.
Should I be happy on the crescent carving my brokenness?
you said _how beautiful the glimpse of the moonlight is,_
they have been a prosaic, silvery dust in dismal,
but now, _they are a rare light in the sky._
I adore things that aren’t mine
and so you are,
I held an illusion in my desperation, and it wasn’t the universe's fault for sculpting an embodiment of galaxies and stars, such ethereal like you were living in a myth.
You can be there and begone or just begone
(your mercurial imperative) but this time, I wanted to be left on the traces where you were at.
Mar 10, 2022
Mar 10, 2022 at 10:41 AM UTC
As we take our first breath
We are handed a tool
Given to us by the creator of the universe
It never leaves our hand
Although we cannot see it
Or feel it
We can sense it
Some are meant to change people
Into better or worse humans
Some are meant to carve the world
Into the place we love or hate
Some are meant to give us hope
Which without we would fall
Some are meant to teach us
What we would never know, other-wise
Some are meant to strengthen us
To become who we really are
Some are meant to save us
Before we disappear
And some are meant to destroy
The better humans we are
The world we love
The hope we stand upon
The knowledge we know
And the strength we lean on
Which tool is in your grasp?
Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 5:14 PM UTC
words scrawled across my skin
words that i cant read
only feel
they carve themselves into my flesh
a constant reminder that they are there
and i am nowhere
and even though i cant take the pain from the words
the pain will fade
it always does
until there are more words to be carved
printed into my skin,
never to be forgotten
but not quite remembered
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 2:37 PM UTC
Your words glide
Over my
Heart like a
Skater skates
On ice lakes.
Slowly you
Wear me down;
Carve your words
Onto my
Heart with blades.
One time you
Will cut through
And fall in
Through the crack
That you made.
You will try
To climb out,
But you are
Stuck in the
Void with me.
Now you'll know
Just the harm
That a few
Words can cause.
Can't you tell?
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 3:10 AM UTC
The uncertainty
Is killing me
No plan
For my path
No stone
To carve
No road
To ride
Lost at sea
No light house to guide me
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 1:02 AM UTC
We're loose associations.
Brutality queues the phrases.
Reality loses luster,
in fallow with boot to daisies .
Cowering and embracing
our trusted tomes,
honing a fruitless joke,
that only touches on tones that suit the layman
Famous and clueless faces.
Racing to rue the cadence.
Faking a sweet embrace,
for imminent tears, but grew impatient.
California coos
sooth impostor fits,
but it's a syndrome
fifty shades dense,
and way to thick to fit the staples.
In case you were getting wayward;
our guiding fables,
sentinels that they are,
will guard the stables
and bark orders,
pouring out the spirits
and clearing history,
with brazen logic.
Honestly,
I carved a broken heart,
instead of tapping the maple,
sue me.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 9:19 PM UTC
I want to smile for once,
So I pick up the sharp blade
And carve it deeper into my cheeks.
As the blood trails over my chin and jaw,
runs down my neck,
Finally, I'm smiling.
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 9:50 AM UTC
i follow the the misty pathway
in the hopes that it will lead me to you
my internal compass
forget true north
it only points to you
a direction i have carved into my mind
like the hearts that teenage lovers
carve into trees
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 8:46 PM UTC
Pieces of you are scattered throughout my life
-Your name is embedded in every poem I write-
Yet I'm a ghost in yours
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 11:28 PM UTC
A New Beginning
Before this loves burns out
and
Before we carve out each others hearts
and
before we enslave our souls,
let us walk to the light
let’s start,
a new beginning.
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC
Warm hands
Barely touching
On top of freedom land
Flaming fire in the water
He is willing to burn up
She is cooling down
Conjuring chaos
Controlled reaction
Tangled mess of thoughts
Carve out of beautiful words
They are like wind and sea
Buried mass of emotions
Rubble left after strom
A torpedo half explode
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
It's funny that once ink is skinned
it's pretty difficult to take it out.
It becomes hypodermic and almost eternal.
Could it be the same case
for the those who hurt you
carve a part of their memory
deep deep inside your bones
and make a wreck of you?
I don't know,
all that I know is that I want to destroy
everything that reminds me of those.
-- Eleanor
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 6:10 AM UTC
Chip away,
Piece by piece,
At the unrefined granite,
Erode each layer,
Define it further,
Find the perfect contours,
The creature within,
That lives and breathes,
But beneath a prison of rock,
And you hold the key,
A chisel,
Take it away,
Chunk by chunk,
Reveal the true form,
Let its eye see again,
Let its fingers reach for the sky,
Perfected,
Not created,
Reduced,
From rough stone,
To beauty.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC
I never tell you when I'm crying
I never tell you "please don't leave me"
I never tell you how empty I feel
I never tell you about the pounding in my head, or about the overwhelming urge to talley my sleepless hours into my skin
I never tell you about the broken vessels in my eyes from the times I weep so hard I ***** up your absence I so carefully choked down
I never tell you how I wish you would give me flowers..they don't have to be fancy..
I never tell you what a fool I am
I never tell you about how selfish I really am
I never tell you about how badly I want you here; about how lost I am without you
I never tell you about how badly I want to dance with you
I never tell you how I wish you would tell me I'm beautiful every chance you get
I never tell you how when I see you disconnect, I cry and cry and cry
I never tell you how I bet you're fine without me
I never tell you how I want to spend the best years of my life with you
I never tell you how lonely I am
I never tell you
I never tell you
I never tell you
I never
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 1:25 AM UTC