#hatchet
I'll bury the hatchet
As you slowly plunge
A dagger into
My chest
So we can call it
True love
Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 1:23 PM UTC
I… was a dreamer trapped in a haunting nightmare,
a paradox of hope and despair; drying out these tears
with pieces of nothing – don’t fare so well crying in public.
These eyes are the window, to all unspoken fears,
cloaked in silence.
I… am a war between two formidable forces of always
wanting to embrace the world with love, and also the
fear of rejection that longs to keep me so vaguely isolated.
Stuck in this place, to stay and acknowledge,
all the time buried beneath the grains of time...
Yet another dug up watch with these bare hands –
I could have buried so many hatchets, only if I never
hesitated burying the prior ones time and time again.
Dec 29, 2024
Dec 29, 2024 at 10:11 AM UTC
Fallen Soldiers
Rejoice
For you have a savior.
A rusty hatchet in that shack you used for cover.
There are many outcomes of its use.
Slam the enemy with tetanus, Chop the enemy into chunks, or surprise them with a flying orange hatchet of doom.
O'l reliable gets the job done.
O'l rusty hatchet.
Oct 16, 2024
Oct 16, 2024 at 12:34 PM UTC
Matches
Ashes
Acid on my casket
Buried with the hatchet
Of my fight with this life
I knew I could never hack it
Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 12:26 AM UTC
Walking on planet earth
Seeing souls given birth
Walking paths far and wide
Seeing nothing by my side
Walking to my blurred out casket
Hiding from my blood spilled hatchet
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 7:21 PM UTC
When I asked
if we could bury the hatchet
I didn’t mean
in my back
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 1:59 AM UTC
Sometime one day I'll bury a hefty hatchet
Feel the weight slip off my shoulders
Right before I collapse
Into the grave I dug for myself
In the woods where quarrels end
Where anyone can lose their beginning
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 8:24 PM UTC
You tell me another story.
But I gathered some facts.
Lame excuses' it's a lowry,
I'm so fed up of your acts.
Getting the tinnitus because I'm lovelorn,
So tired of locking yours with my horn,
Are you dead tired of fighting too?
Did you not know this already too?
Gaining what out of the fight you are,
Only we can be the best possible friends.
Come descend back home,
A helpless heart awaits you,
Another ceasefire beckons,
Come let's bury the hatchet.
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 6:22 AM UTC
Don't bury it
burn
the hatchet
and the money
and the grass.
All frightening things
seem trivial
once the moment starts to pass.
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC
same same
secret sorrow clown
a 1000 smiles open doors
darkened blue eyes
elbow room
packing his fiend
along side
muttering silence
something about freedom
hatchet horror show
something new
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
.....before you hurt someone else
With the sharpness of. Anger.
Wash your hands clean of
The past we were given
So that you may hold present day,
Not stained by the rust
Of a saddened heart.
My brother, you are my best friend.
You know my dark is the same as yours.
We carry the memories of
A tainted childhood.
My brother..... Let go.
Some things are better not said
We cannot change them now.
Nothing they could ever say
Could take IT away.
If it's validation, here this,
"My brother, we've survived!"
Look at you. So strong,
And this life made you this way...
Not broken, not ruined, unafraid.
This weight that you carry
Must be. So. Very. Heavy.
My brother,
Let go.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 10:27 AM UTC