#razors
Though shaving with soap is very cheap
The cuts can also run quite deep.
Be careful round the lips.
Or gout in scarlet drips.
Perhaps gel’s price isn’t so steep.
Jul 26, 2024
Jul 26, 2024 at 4:11 PM UTC
Wrapped in metal wire
Jagged edges keep me contained
I intend to fly higher
But I’ve been drained
I’m stuck on the ground
String wrapped around your arm
I’m being drowned
Within an emotional storm
Your tears bring me down
And hope gives me nightmares
Let me go without a frown
Only set free with new mindsets
Just a balloon wrapped in a razor blades
And barbed wire
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 7:09 PM UTC
At first we flew with timeless wings
Into the dreams and beyond.
And when the truths came
and monstered us all,
we had to cope or fall
I WAS walking on eggshells,
Walking on the razor's edge,
I fell into life
onto the ground of truth
He IS walking on eggshells
He IS walking on the razor's edge
Life on one side, Death on the other
We are not Born in the air with timeless wings,
Gravity grants space and time
And yet still
What is up must come down
May the landing be gentle,
like a lion's roar when it
comes to the mountain peak to
announce itself,
May it be wakening,
like the first summer sunrise burning into the day,
May it be embracing
like the entwining vines
racing upwards towards the sun
to gather all the light
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 2:43 PM UTC
girl like: can recite digits of pi up to number 25. got a mouth full of razors but will find a way to speak around them so she can spit out the answers to last night’s math problems. girl like: walking around with one million useless facts that will never save her life and one million useless feel-good quotes about yoga which won’t save her life neither, girl like: need her on our classroom jeopardy team but don't need her for much else unless we need somebody to stand in the middle of the room and just scream
girl like: you kissed her on a night where she got drunk for the first time and you were the whole bottle of fireball but nobody pulled her away from you because when girl like this parties, people think it’s funny that she has no sense of danger
girl like: walking on glass, girl like balancing act, girl like “it’s easy if you understand weight distribution,” girl handling a crime scene easy because the one in her left temple is sort of sloshing around and spreading past the edges and one of these days she’s gonna have to deal with it in some other way rather than “the angle of the bloodspatter shows the angle of the assault” rather than “i’m fine i’m just tired” rather than “sure i’ll help you study for the final” rather than being in the backseat of her mother’s minivan and silently weeping without anyone seeing and for reasons she can’t quite put a finger on
girl like: she apologizes because this area her body is a building in renovation so the appearance is unsightly and truth be told she has no idea if she’s going to tear it down or build it up but the mystery is sort of exciting isn’t it - and you’re trying to scrape her off the ground with your eyebrows in that little knot people get when they’re upset but don’t know really how to fix it and she keeps running and she says: listen, the specific heat of wood is pretty high, you know. her feet are burning, nevermind her soul
girl like: science is amazing isn’t it don’t you know objects in motion tend to keep speeding towards a brick wall and i’ve shot myself out of the barrel of a gun wanna see the angle of the bloodspatter wanna walk across the coals wanna stick your fingers in the glass of my brain wanna turn up the music so nobody hears the stitches coming undone darling i’m sorry i’m not savable we’ve tried everything darling i’m sorry i come off like i’ve got everything in between my fingers but darling being up-to-date on my homework doesn’t make me strong being good at hiding it doesn’t make me the voice of success being able to laugh when my brain is a mess just makes me sad it doesn’t make me a hero
girl like: my favorite digit of pi happens to be zero.
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
You’re still sitting there
In the middle of my heart
Plucking at its strings
With your fingers made of razors
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 6:45 AM UTC
Thirteen roses in a row
Red rain falls,
Don't you know
Down the window
Pain it goes
In the gutters
Through the nose
Where's the thunder
When it flows...?
*(Chorus)
Wrapped around
The gauze that's stained
What difference snow?
The same as pain
When it melts
It's just rain.*
Withered flowers.
Falling leaves.
It's a howling in the eaves
It's the cult the
Maimed believe
No one cares.
No one grieves.
Cover up.
Long jeans & sleeves.
Razors are a water slide
On track like
A carny ride
Over arms & over thighs
Release all
The pain inside
(Chorus)
It's an ocean
Where we sail
A coin that can be
Heads or tails
A lover's letter,
Or junk mail
A piece of garbage.
Holy grail.
(Chorus)
SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/23/2017
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC
Dear Diary, today is a new day
I waited for all the rain clouds to go away
Things may be looking up from here
I hope I'm not being too hopeful
Dear Diary, I didn't eat today
Not because of self image but rather my stomach's in frayed
Knots and I can't seem to keep anything down
Except the kind words of those who are around
Dear Diary, I couldn't sleep last night though I felt so tired
And that made it so hard to get up in the morning it felt like my
Shoulders were being held down by rain clouds
I wish I could fight this feeling somehow
Dear Diary, people keep asking if I'm okay which I
Don't understand but either way I say
Yes I'm okay, just a little blue
But at night it feels like my mind's split I two
Dear Diary, I cried ten times today
But my parents aren't asking me if I'm okay
I come home each afternoon and lay in my bed until my brain sings a different tune,
Dear Diary, I saw my doctor today
She FINALLY asked me if I was okay and I didn't
Know how to respond because honestly I didn't know on my own,
Dear Diary, I didn't wanna get up today
So I stayed in bed and it was there that I laid
And doodled on my arm with a razor blade until
Every foul thought slowly faded away,
Dear Diary, my parents have noticed my arms
But they didn't seem even remotely alarmed as I
Stayed in bed once more then I added on another four,
Dear Diary, I often wish I was dead because there
Are thoughts screaming at me in my head and I'm
Trapped in this cold body I'm in while I
Waste away as the walls slowly spin
DEAR DIARY, THEY PUMPED MY STOMACH TODAY
AND AFTER HOURS OF AGONY I WISH I HAD STAYED
HOME ONE MORE DAY SO ID HAVE MORE TIME
SO WHEN MY PARENTS CAME HOME THEY'D HAVE ONLY MY BODY TO FIND,
DEAR DIARY, I CAN'T GO ON THIS WAY,
EVERY DAY AFTER DAY IS FILLED WITH PAIN AND I'M
TRAPPED WITH THORNS AROUND MY THROAT BUT
I CANT BRING MYSELF TO BRING THEM UP CLOSE,
Dear Diary, today is a new day
I waited for all the rain clouds to go away
Things may be looking up from here
I hope I'm not being too hopeful.
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 12:05 AM UTC
An unblinking eye arises and hides behind the tainted clouds in the painted sky.
I see it crawl beneath the surface,
Gazing into the images I thought I had buried alive.
It's peaking through the dirt where he decadently sits,
Staring behind bars of dust with his razor eyes glaring at my wrists.
Where my innocence slept itself to death,
And cradled its soul beneath stacks of broken stems of the mind.
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 1:50 PM UTC
Sometimes the rain doesn't just roll off my skin.
Instead of water,
sheets of razors pour from the sky,
slicing my soul into something unrecognizable.
And it makes me feel more
than I have let myself in weeks.
Sharp and cold and harsh
juxtaposing itself from my warm naivety
and shut eyes.
So much damage to the inside
that my skin prickles from underneath
and I shutter at the downpour of metal.
And I beg it to stop,
beg it to let me sleep again,
and curse the sky for making me breathe through stripped lungs.
Nothing so violent has ever been so quiet.
Nothing so dark has ever felt so familiar.
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 3:00 PM UTC
Standing on the ledge once again
Nothing and no one else around
Nothing to stop me from taking the plunge
Nothing but thoughts of you
Keep me on this side
So once again you saved my live
From the edge of the razors knife
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 11:37 AM UTC
I watched you
Cover up scars
With bracelets
And cover
Bloodshot eyes
With sunglasses.
I took your
Razors and Alcohol
Trying
In vain
To protect you.
For a while
It worked.
You powered through
Pain and uncertainty
Until it all
Came rushing
Back.
You held on until May,
And for that
I am
Proud.
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC
There was a certain cadence when he talked.
His head would bop to its own rhythm as he enthusiastically recounted, waxed poetic, or ranted.
Rant or rave,
There was no real in between
As is often the case with passionate people and sharp tongues.
His words cut like razors.
He was more than willing to draw blood and I was more than willing to shed it.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC
****** ILLOGICAL. bite to break skin, I'm rampant chaos; burning Hellfyre within.
sharpened edges, razor kiss, a dance on the edge of this galaxy.
tilt at the axis and ill crash,
supernova blinding flash
but i wont ****** burn out.
no,
ill just burn your retinas and scar you,
leave you wandering the bleak dark night you stranded me to.
all of the doctors pills and all of the kings men couldnt put cassie back together again.
DOA.
ill hitch a ride on the tail of the next comet straight outta this galaxy because everything here means nothing to me,
least of all, you.
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 7:22 AM UTC
You told me you
Couldn't trust anymore
So you locked your heart
And you shut the door
I would knock and
Knock everyday
I waited for a response
Then I walked away
Soon I grew tired
Of trying to earn your trust
Your teardrops on
doorknobs begin to rust
It was pointless to knock
So I just walked in
Your trust in me
Growing more thin
*"No more doors
We can have a new start
Now I only have
To unlock your heart"*
*"But why should I trust
The one that didn't knock?"*
*"Because I am the only one
That cares about your lock
Everyone else left
For the same reason I stayed
Because I couldn't bare
To watch you use that blade"*
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
Your eyes mean bees in my
throat, but the first time I
saw you it only felt like fire.
I don't think I realized that
is the only element I could
let myself go to, because
the beauty of it looks like
the burning of things better
left forgotten. Like lying
mirrors. Like blind trust.
The first time I thought you
would hold my hand, I was
wrong. It was by my wrist
instead. I have never felt fear
like that, like razors. Sweet,
slippery red. I never thought
I'd be one to let myself fall
like that, but your skin looks
like a promise I can't keep.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
I f l e w too close to the sun
And fell too close to the stars
I cried the tears of the moon
As I felt the loneliness of asteroids.
I hugged the never touching trees
And kissed the lonely roses
And b r e a t h e d the air for the dying grass
And sat in the laps of the evergreen vines of ivy.
I ran with the wolves
To forget the malice feeling of the cougars
And s a n g the song of freedom with the hawks
As I let the rabbits comfort me.
I walked with the preoccupied humans
As I stared at the nervous buildings
And hugged the crying street light
Then let the cold air b i t e me
I sat a l o n e in my empty room
With the joyfully stained razor blade
And with the vain and well woven noose
Jumping off the chair as I choose.
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 9:21 AM UTC
Before I was happy
I was sad
Before I was angry
I was glad
Then I started to walk across the grass
And I felt each blade of grass rub gently against my feet
Then I felt a cut
And it stung
And I never walked through that meadow again
Until I learned
That there's always going to be something that's going to hurt you
But there's also
Going to be someone
Who's going to love you even more than they did
But after that first cut
It never feels the same
After your first love
You reach for this blade
Because
You're gonna get cut again anyway
Might as well
Do it yourself
Until after all those cuts
Just like the blades of grass against your feet
You reach that blade that cut you
But this time
It heals you
So long as these blades don't **** you
Before you get there
Puddle of blood appears...draining from your corpse
Living
Dead
Girl?
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC
I want to turn my self-hatred into something physical,
I want to keep feeling like death because
I'm so used to these feelings of guilt and regret-
in an ever-changing world, it's my constant.
You say you despise change-
then how on earth will you be able to stay by my side
as my eyes change with the seasons?
This nicotine tastes like (self) destruction
and I can't get enough of it,
because without it I could put the devil to shame
with the way my mind bends
and seems to snap away from reality,
leaving me shaking and seemingly broken.
The razor caressing my skin
takes my blood and breath but it gives me life.
This old journal I found reads about how
the voices in my head were trying to **** me,
the epitome of my anxiety
tears drip down my face,
I'm getting more light-headed with every passing moment
and I can't help but smile
despite the fact that I'd given up on life
a while back.
Up, down, my moods change with the hour
and these thoughts devoured my sanity
a long time ago.
You say you despise change-
how on earth will you be able to stay by my side
as I change with the seasons?
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC
would you care
if i died tonight
would you care
if i had permanent
tear tracks
down my face
would you care
if you found multiple
razors hidden in every
crook and corner of my space
would you care
if you saw swollen
red slashes
across my body
i would think not
because you caused them
and i hope you're proud
that today
your little sister
dragged a tool across
her skin
because of you.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 6:29 AM UTC
Cigarettes will stain
but not as much
as the ones you left on me
Razor blades will cut
but not as deep
as the wounds you've given me
For no pain
or suffering
can have an impact like you
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 5:29 PM UTC
I’ve drank ***** that tasted
better
than your biter heart
and smoked cigarettes that
smelled sweeter
than your gut wrenching pride,
glided razors across my body
that are softer than your
words
and swallowed pills that numb
me
more than this heartbreak.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC