#edge
where something ends
and something begins
being on edge
pushed over it
having the edge
and never giving it
edge towards
or away
edge of a knife
living on the edge of life
edge of the ocean
edge of my emotion
the feeling you get when you are
standing on the edge of the world
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 6:13 PM UTC
How it feels
To be judged
As someone else
Because of someone else
How it feels
To fear a doctor
But need a doctor
How it feels
To not be seen
Or be seen a fraud
How it feels
To live in fear
Of those in power
How it feels
To take medication
To be able to function
How it feels
To feel like a criminal,
Abuser, addict...criminal
How it feels
To ask for medicine
Always treated with suspicion
How it feels
To have no choice
If to have a life
How it feels
To fight through life
One battle after the next
How it feels
Not to trust
From childhood, a must
How it feels
Under suspicion
For taking medication
How it feels
To be on diazepam
Because, it was given
How it feels
To be unstable
Thrown into prison,
To have the worst label
How it feels
To give your all
Only for others to let you fall
How it feels
To be failed
From the start
By Doctor Hart
How it feels
To try to trust,
In authorities,
To help me
How it feels
How hard that is,
And why it's rare
That I trusted your care
How it feels
To have to explain
My pain
Over and over again
How it feels
One moment respected,
The next considered addicted
How it feels
To be forced
With zero words
To spiral, downwards
How it feels
How long it took
For me to trust you
To believe in you
How it feels
To be able to trust,
Because clearly you don't,
Yet, for your job it's a must...
How it feels,
The deep pain,
You've inflicted in me,
Again and again
How it feels,
The edge I reach
Your careless actions
Making me weak
How it feels
How much we care,
About conversation,
Or trust is not there
How it feels,
How deep you hurt me,
May be small to you,
But you repeated my history
And that is why
I have no trust left
I was so close to the edge,
Sometimes,.....its safer to be dead.
I must protect myself.....respect is earned.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 2:26 PM UTC
I am going down tonight
into the particular dark
that asks nothing of tomorrow.
Friday I surface briefly—
Davis, a few hours,
the blunt rehearsal of almost-edges,
what doesn't cut
but teaches the hand
to remember.
No marks.
No evidence of having been
anywhere near the blade.
The long way home
is partly so I don't drive
through the small hours alone
with only the road
deciding.
But Saturday—
ten-thirty,
eleven at the latest—
I am still
getting
to where you were.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 4:50 PM UTC
now i’m walking the edge
balancing regret with regret
balancing virtue with virtue
vice and vice
i am on the verge of self destruction
and the verge of rebirth
balancing futures
balancing suffering
balancing pleasure
my shadow takes the reins
then releases them
desire
my guilt
my sorrow
my love
my love multiplies
in proportion to my grief.
my love diminishes
in proportion to my fear.
i’m on the edge of disaster
and breakthrough
the love i hate
is hate that i love
my tightrope is high above the city now
and if i fall
it will be into a pit.
and around that pit; an edge
-cole, stockholm, 20 nov 2025
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 5:25 PM UTC
Standing at the edge,
On the precipice,
Torrential rain,
I look down.
At the bottom,
Endless water,
More than enough for one to drown.
Mount Vesuvius is bubbling just under the surface,
And it's threatening to erupt.
Wit's end growing closer, boiling, broiling,
Stress about to implode over me.
At the edge,
Of my wits,
I look down into the water again.
Sloshing so temptingly,
All for me,
If I only jumped.
I back away,
I'll reach the water eventually anyway.
The Sun breaks through the clouds,
It's a nice day.
I know I don't have forever,
But I'll take all that I can.
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 8:37 PM UTC
There IS a place; I am sure.
People so determined
To set up this space;
An internet wasteland;
Where photographs and video go to waste.
A hub of buzz and a whole bunch of
Displaced anger; and frustration
Where people are made fun of for their mistakes;
What a waste for human behavior to take up this
Place
Yourself there;
Tell me how it feels
We’re together in this hateful place.
©2025EllenFinn
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 11:10 AM UTC
A token of loss.
The fact that a trip can't last makes the illusion cruel.
And yet, you take it.
Who wouldn't choose that over this?
And yet, the thinking itself reached an end, dwindled.
You can't return
without leaving part of yourself in the site dwelled.
You find yourself at the edge of oblivion.
The tacit rapture. Tzion. Nirvana.
The heaven that makes you up.
The souvenir photo shows you
as you've never been yourself there.
You weren't even here.
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 12:02 PM UTC
Flowed, the stillness,
Flamed, the sinfulness,
Engulfed, the holiness,
Edged, the tenderness,
Lulled, the illness
Leaned, the lightness
Surged, the doubtlessness,
Sparkled, the wilderness,
Colored, the coldness,
Collided, the casualness,
Tamed, the loneliness,
Torched, the goodness,
Dumped, the steadiness,
Drifted, the faintness,
Bloomed, the apartness,
Burned, the angleness,
had I housed pieces of music
of salvation in depth
of constellation in paradise.
of darkness, of thee.
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 12:51 PM UTC
You are the one
I am holding on the edge
The one keeping me from where
Nothing is left
The one cord leaving my hand
Unhurt and untouched
Fate seems to have found a way
To let this cord not rust
And should I ever wish to let go
At the deep bottom of the crevice in the crust
Loneliness and darkness shall await me
For you were all there was of bright in my world
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 7:11 PM UTC
On the far edge of the world there are
fanatics of many minds and religions.
They have uninteresting histories,
jejune existences, and distorted ideas of nature.
Some are belligerent, felony-friendly foreigners.
I’ve never given them a single thought,
because they're nothing to me.
They’re insignificant—living curiosities
and I grant them no more sympathy
than I would a flock of wild birds.
Of course, I’d never wish to harm wild birds
unless they had the wherewithal to attack me,
in inimitable, Hitchcock style.
.
.
Songs for this:
Kashmir by by Toni Jevicky
broken people by narcissists cookbook
Bring Me to Silence (Audiotree Live) by Fievel Is Glauque
Jun 24, 2025
Jun 24, 2025 at 7:05 AM UTC
I swear...
I didn't mean to **** the best of me
Or squash what I like in me
Yet here I stand
****** weapon in hand
My essence
Dripping down the blade
Like rain from a cloud
Or tears of a clown
Landing on the razors edge
A familiar sight and sound
©2024
Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 1:48 PM UTC
It's like walking on PINS and NEEDLES,
which is very, very HARD to ENDURE,
While going through TRYING TIMES, and HARDSHIPS,
Looking for HOPE but just NOT TOO SURE.
When LIFE is GIVING you LEMONs or
You are just HANGING on by a THREAD,
or looking for a SCAPEGOAT or,
MAYBE IT ALL IN YOUR HEAD.
Whenever there is a PROBLEM,
an ISSUE or NO RESOLUTION,
JUST ALWAYS REMEMBER:
THOUGH IT ALL!!!
There will always be a SOLUTION!!!
When Your NERVES are on the EDGE, and
YOU'RE COMPLETELY LOOSING CONTROL,
Your MIND is GOING SIDEWAYS,
As if you have NO PLACE ELSE TO GO,
When your NERVES are GETTING THE BEST of YOU, and
THOUGHTS are going TO and FRO.
Just TAKE in a FEW DEEP BREATHS L,
A give a STERN GLANCE,
LET GO of your FRUSTRATIONS and
Here comes your BIG CHANCE,
To LET GO OF the NERVES and
the TENSION,
For, this FEELING IT WILL NOT LAST,
IT WILL SUBSIDE and then GO AWAY, and
Your ANXIETY will be in the PAST!!!!
B.R.
Date: 10/31/2024
Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 10:19 PM UTC
I've always stayed behind
never up front and confident
unlike my friends...
always high and mighty
up front they stay
always leaving me behind
never waiting
at some point they keep me at the edge
instead of being at the edge,
be behind that edge.
fall even
if it means always being there with someone
someone cares.
care? who will care for me?
Oct 1, 2024
Oct 1, 2024 at 2:04 PM UTC
Too scared
Too meek
Too quiet to speak
Pushed to the edge
When the meek
Start to speak
Speak up
Don't Speak
May 9, 2024
May 9, 2024 at 10:14 PM UTC
Still breathing
But gave up trying
Heart still beating
Though I feel I've lost my life
Living proof grief hits harder than dying
I don't want to stop trying
And yes, I'd love to stop crying
'Cause life can be so deflating
I spot the gleem of the razor edge
And it looks so inviting
Death defying
I stole this pale horse I'm riding
Wrath and vengeance shouldn't be so enticing
What will it take to get my life back on track?
Hell, has it ever been?
I'm...
I'm having trouble remembering
©2024
Mar 11, 2024
Mar 11, 2024 at 2:32 PM UTC
Watching from the edge
You can view eternity
Closer than you think
Sep 15, 2022
Sep 15, 2022 at 7:49 AM UTC
'Life is but a dream,' I question the value of it;
at the edge of life, the edge of time, the edge of our reality;
at the edge of this cliff, we edge ourselves to a falling death.
But what if the fall to our death is like a dream—falling into
a hole, gaining speed close to it's undersurface? We'd wake
up before we hit the ground.
But would I wake up in a cold sweat; or in tears, of longing to
find what lies in the somber of a deep hole? Maybe my soul?
Haha; it's outline must of been shaped by the mind's many dreams,
my child. For what good was it; in the spirit ties of it being lost in the world? A world at times that doesn't feel as real:
_but just a life of a dream._
So by this edge, clutched by the winds of background; hold your
breath before you and I jump. Time may, or may not slow in the
plunge to the valley's undersurface. Still perhaps, this all could be
a dream, and we'll both wake up before we hit the bottom.
Surely it must be, because I don't know a reality to be as brave
to commit such an act. Why pinch yourself, when you've been
pinched by pillars of salt in life—sourness and bitterness?
Oh my inner child, life is but a dream:
and soon we'll both wake up from it.
Jun 26, 2022
Jun 26, 2022 at 12:06 AM UTC
Said forever isn't my word
never knew you would turn it into a sword
digging deeper until it hurts
Though our fights were the worse
cause there were actually never the fights.
But now i see this empty space,
it feels like an ultimate sway just to chase
I told myself it's over, good and enough
but then again i wish it was none
and as you comes by
all my thoughts flys away
as if like they never exist
all my compliants seals away
as if like they were meant to be
all my hurt heals away
as if like it have to be
I'm telling it that was good and enough
and it denys as if it is all rough.
craving and hoping for renewal
May 10, 2022
May 10, 2022 at 12:53 PM UTC
Take me to edge of the world,
and there we’ll sit…
Where the earth had fallen away.
So our feet could dangle
in the splendour of the starlit abyss
- albeit moonless twilight.
We’d have shared no words.
Yet we’d have lived, loved
and spoken for a lifetime.
Apr 27, 2022
Apr 27, 2022 at 1:23 PM UTC
The connecting notion is "blindly, without foreseeing."
From <https://www.etymonline.com/word/temerity>
Sad, you, city child, silly old man says.
Sad, you, city child, saying so hateful a thing,
saying you would hate being a bird,
saying you cannot imagine having nothing to do,
but fly around heaven all day, scrounging
for scraps, ah
child,
see those crows, hear their song,
are they laughing/
yes, at you.
I believe all black birds laugh, coo,
if you care, is common to doves, coo
to caw,
as a bird, these are common sense,
saying, I am here, now, if you care,
let me know,
otherwise,
this is my rest of the moment, time to feast.
I come to
eat the bugs that eat the dead,
caws, never any famine
until fire, or
catastrophic reordering of earthly things.
As when men lost sight of time signs,
trains of thought, fought all natural
signs of times too long for one
generation to know alone,
but watch,
hide, and watch.
Isotropic radiation field
pressure moulding matter
from raw mater, really
immaterial substances accruing
oomph
to act as a force in field, from
out to in
becoming one in time and nothing
more.
Or drifting into sleep as sound
silence imposed enwraptured wait/
A mighty rushing wind…
Eight billion voices
counting cadence, 30 per,
once intuned as day to night,
global steps through ever empty
time continuance field-set-frames
expanding as we imagine unbelieving
unimaginable,
in a structure so big,
us, no mortal takes so many breaths.
We listen, loosening tight why-knots in
wish reports so oft negated in time today,
I am in this wind passing as gas
of eight billion breathers, but
between the exspelled hex
human 'spiration, so soon
seeming freebird familiar
with the bass line,
my toe taps a happy dittydahdit dah didah.
- haps as happened,
- may haps per se
- FTA
sent into the wind every minute or so.
keep looking, soon we see, you, there
suddenly blue shifting seeing me seem
no longer red and running away,
but we both are like fairy floss,
pale blue dot convergent
gentle minds, fitted with tamed tongues,
hearing laughter welcome the transformation.
Aug 14, 2021
Aug 14, 2021 at 6:40 PM UTC
tonight I am elated
I feel just fine
things can change
people can learn to be kind with time
you can find me at the edge
cause I'm close but never ready to jump
you can trust me to never fall
drive against the coil
so I may not find peace
because tonight I can be anything
to feel good I don't care how
my desires grow I don't care why
close to the edge
tonight I want to feel fine
I don't care anymore please
Jun 16, 2021
Jun 16, 2021 at 6:40 PM UTC
Falling away
The edges crack
They break
Slipping through
Losing all we held onto
Fighting
Sinking
Trying to swim
Deeper and deeper
A battle within
Fearing death
After a life of sin
An unforgiving goodbye
THE END
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 1:33 PM UTC