#stabbing
A turned back, a whispered word,
A hidden blade: no truth is heard.
Where sight grows dim, the tendrils creep.
Weeds thrive in the dark where secrets sleep.
This backstab art I do not know;
Its crooked grace, its silent blow.
My hands are clumsy, my skills are poor. I have no taste for that dark lure.
So teach me, kindly, not the strike,
But how to see before the knife;
Show me the angle, how to read
The tiny rust that hints misdeed.
I’ll learn the stance, refuse the fee,
Let honesty be my warranty.
Perhaps through light I’ll come to see
A truer way for you and me.
Oct 4, 2025
Oct 4, 2025 at 7:57 PM UTC
he held the knife
blade bright as the sun
with an edge
as dark as night
it's anger swallowing light
cold as a dead man's finger
meeting flesh to the bone
again and again
until rivers ran
where none should flow
his victim cold
as a dead man's finger
the scene set
for the guys from forensics
to take their pictures
make measurements
of blood spatter
then pack up the mess
cold as a dead man's finger
to the victor the spoils
mobile phone and some cash
living to make future chaos
he lies on his bed
staring at a blank ceiling
no feeling
cold as a dead man's finger
Apr 11, 2025
Apr 11, 2025 at 9:28 PM UTC
you're unaware of your plasticity
but it's plain to see to me
you're an artificial fabrication
of what you think you should be
but the rescue boats are coming
if you'll throw your hand out for an oar
help you'll find
from people like life rafts
who'll drag you to shore
yet you stab at the boat
puncturing it's tender flesh
the water's rising
it's hard denying
you did this yourself
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 2:17 AM UTC
Your smile lit up the room
Your laugh made us laugh too
You didn't deserve your horrible doom
You and your boyfriend were the perfect two
Now your smile will light up the sky
And our tears will run dry
You didn't deserve to die
And now we'll all have a real tough time
The time I almost got food poisoning
Whilst you were on the phone
The time I first met you
When you were stood outside my home
Well have fun in Heaven
You'll be greatly missed
And every night that you're up there
Every night I'll send you up a kiss
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 10:57 AM UTC
A Fix
Burn
Comforting
Fluttering
Itching
Need
Pain
Piercing
Pressure
Stabbing
Tingling
-still-
It's either euphoric or revolting,
what some would call love.
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 1:27 AM UTC
From the moment of conception i kept you safe inside me for nine months. After your birth you slept on my chest so you were near my heart. The bond between a mother and her son is made of steel for never to be broken. All through your childhood I've picked you up and wiped you off over and over again. You've made your mistakes as we all have. Yours ended in tragedy and you lost your best friend, now you are in that cement cage all by yourself , my fears are unfolding , I got your call today, you were stabbed eight times it was six against one , now my body so numb yet hurts to move , my worry increased as if there was room for that . You say your ok but son I'm not . I can't get to you to protect you and it's killing me slow, God please place a hedge around my baby boy keep the evil away from him bring him safely back home .
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 9:52 PM UTC
They said when I go to college
My bubble will burst
At first, I didn't believe them
The parties and the alcohol were always out of site
The gangs and drugs too far for me to smell
Then one day it burst
I didn't feel it, like I thought
I thought, it would feel like cannonballing into a freezing pool
On the first day of summer
It was silent
Still
Like the moment after an inhale
Or a scream
After a student cries out
There's an active shooter
I didn't feel him knocking on my door to let him in
Instead, he crept around, found the hole in the fence
In that instant, my fragile walls
After years of carefully building
Crumble
The stranger sitting next to me
Now my brother, sister, in my home
Their faces of shock forever etched in my brain
The school is in lockdown
The blue bubbles of worries sent into space
Hoping something other than bad news will return
I could hear all the prayers being sent to heaven
I was sitting in the back row
Of the largest lecture hall on campus
I do not know if this killer wants to go out with a bang
If he did, this would be his target
Filled with eager, or bored, biology students
I never got this manuel
I do not know how to protect myself from a machine gun
The mass of officials reporting words that used to feel foreign
They would never enter my world
But here they are, next to my forgotten socks
And broken promises
Shooter. Gun. Death. Blood. Knives.
Unsafe.
Unsafe.
Unsafe.
My brother is still asleep
Across the country
Full of turkey and thanks
Never of shock or horror
Once the news comes out, that it was
Just a car hitting people
Just a knife stabbing
Just injuries
Just hospital visits
Just one death
Just the culprit
Why do I feel relief
When my classmates were hurt
Yet I am releasing my breath
Somehow a car running over students
A knife stabbing friends
Was a relief to me
Because these deeds done by a monster
Are less than a gunnman
Why
If he had waited
Got stuck in a traffic light
Two minutes more
It would have been me
Every day I count my blessings
My bubble is still healing
It will reopen again soon
The memories will always be fresh
It is days like these that I am reminded of why
On that day back then
I was so scared to be in one of my favorite places
A school should never be a memorial
I wish I could reach through my LED screen
Tell the victims
I know
I know
I feel your feelings
I recognize those silent prayers
I too, have sent them myself
I too, will never forget the fear
I know this day will forever haunt you
It's pain will never cease
I hope I can help you rebuild your bubble
To make you a little more full
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 6:58 PM UTC
I don't trust people
As much as I used to.
Knowing I'd get stabbed
in the back anyways.
And now I don't even trust myself.
Because i know i'd stab myself,
Through my heart
To numb all these lonely feelings.
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 11:21 AM UTC
My thoughts are scattered in a million places. I feel my chest constrict with every single breath that I take. The constant stabbing in my heart coincides with every beat that it takes. The stabbing is consistently getting stronger and stronger as time goes on and becomes so overwhelming I feel as if i should cry out in pain.
I feel the ever present black cloud hovering over me at all hours of the day. It ***** the energy out of me. I can’t seem to tell if that black cloud is just my past, or if it is you.
When you left me standing in my drive way that cold rainy evening in April could have collapsed from the feeling in my chest and the pit in my stomach. As you drove away it was as if I was unraveling. The memories started pouring through my mind like a bright light. Flashing before my eyes like segments and scenes of a movie. The smiles danced past my eyes, and your smile seemed to be seared in my memory. Thinking of all of the time and secretes we shared. I had let you in and knew I handed you a knife, that you now lodged in my heart, and now it is threatening to rip me apart.
The only time I get relief from this is in those moments I open my eyes in the morning. For those few brief seconds I am light hearted…. for those few brief seconds I am actually okay…. but you ruined that for me because mere seconds later I feel everything crash down on me and start to crush me. The pressure is so painful that I shed silent tears and come to terms with the fact I can’t do it. My heart is more than aching and I feel my insides begin to press against my bones as they start to swell in panic. As I stare at the blankness of the ceiling I think of the vastness of the world, and the emptiness I feel in myself. I tell myself I can’t face the world… then a miracle occurs and I find something to whisper hope in my ear that I need to leave my bed and face the world.
After fighting with myself to stand and go outside. I move. I put on my mask to endure the world, and take what it throws in my face. I pretend it rolls right off of me as it leaves large ugly bruising diffusely spread across my body.
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 1:09 AM UTC
A quick stab in the side,
At least it will save him from
"bEiNg BoReD"
Talking, snickering, whispering, talking, talking,
Just a quick stab in the back!
Maybe a hammer to the temple,
And a shot through the heart...
No?
Well, fine.
Ruin my fun.
I assure you he'll be back soon
If Satan couldn't listen to Jesus,
This ****** won't stay a day in hell.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC
Popping
Stabbing
Wounding my head
Why won't you leave me?
My old friend
You've been with me for so long a time
I've gotten quite used to you
Get out of my mind
stop clouding all my sunny thoughts
All you bring is darkness
I don't want to talk
I would love it if you would please go away
You aren't welcome here
I don't want you to stay
Stop telling me things I don't want to hear
I've heard it enough
I'm done with this fear
I know that I'm crap
You are too
So stop yelling at me friend
Cause I don't care about you
I'm allowed to be ****
I am trying for more
please just
Let me shut the door.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
**Feeling every lie
******* a heart with daggers
Jagged rusty blades**
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 7:38 AM UTC
Dark metal grinding, stabbing static.
Aspiring chirps, and growing panic.
A glitch in the symphony,
a sudden epiphany.
The choir grows quiet, the church bells silent.
Absence of light, darkness takes flight.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC
Last night you handed me glass to swallow,
shards to choke on, and I did.
I choked.
Blood immersed my lungs.
It flooded around my kidneys, my bladder, my colon,
brimming the muscular tendrils near my nerves.
Slivers knife the tissue enclosing
a once-pounding-for-you heart.
The soul I sold to you, for
you, is polluted beyond preservation.
It’s the extinct ***** in my body,
a hearth of life no longer there.
You yell at me for something I cannot help;
force me to ignore beliefs when I must deny.
I understand you see no room to budge.
I accept that it’s hard to grasp.
But if you call for me, I’ll run run run to you,
and I can’t help that I love you:
the way you coerce my body to throb
and pump blood through and through
though sometimes you clot it.
Your lips, magnetic, lure me near,
forcing an opening to suffocate
me as spidery limbs finger my veins
leaving traces of your web to tangle
me whole.
You’re my stonefish gliding
towards exposed skin, preparing
to attack with neurotoxins.
As ashamed am I
that only you are the antidote, too
even in great blue waves swallowing me
like I once did glass
in the end
I still sleep in your sweatshirt.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 2:13 PM UTC