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Blades of betrayal (A man so sinner - proud one second and regrets another )

Mar 30 CJ Sutherland

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Blades of betrayal (A man so sinner - proud one second and regrets another )

He holds a blade in his hands
( A sharp and thinner )
Will he cut his own finger
Or will he cut another

He is been told -Past & Now
He is been scolded - Past & Now
( First for use, Now for the Plough)

"Oh , he went to hurt another?"

(The blood is crusted on his nails
And blade !)
Now will he wash off the blade
to tell If
He cut his own finger
Or did he cut another

He swings the blade
And dried off
And then,

He said " she was the target"

And
She had a blade
She said calmly
" My blade is blunt & so I
evade"

(The boy remembered what they told
They said everyone lie and they pretend
But he thought she was different
And didn't defend

He said "hold my hands"
She looked smiling,
And had her hands lend
She swirled her fingers
And blades with them,

She stabbed her blade
In his fingers
As she said "The end"

He got up and walked away
And In the forest,
He soaked his own blood
On the blades and then
walked away)

They asked him
Did he cut his own finger
Or did he cut another

He replied
" She was strong and had a big
Shiny blade "
" She lied that it was blunt
And she may evade"
" Though I knew she was lying
And so I fought her with my own
Blade"
" She stabbed me twice but
I prevailed"

They remarked him ,
For that he cut a finger another
And gifted him a new blade,

He spent his days in regret
Scratching the blade
And with his nails
( Becoming ****** and erased)

He was proud for the new blade
He thought it will make him
Anew and remade

But

whenever he saw it
It made him recall
"The smile of the girl
And The lies in her swirl".

In a world where trust is a fragile illusion, a man stands at the crossroads of pride and regret, wielding a blade that carries both power and consequence. He has been taught that strength lies in the ability to strike, yet he hesitates—unsure whether to wound himself or another.

When he meets a woman who claims her blade is blunt, he chooses to believe her, despite warnings that people lie and pretend. But deception, like a hidden dagger, is most dangerous when least expected. As she turns on him, he realizes too late that some wounds are not inflicted by steel, but by trust misplaced. Wounded yet victorious, he is gifted a new blade—a reward for survival, yet a curse that binds him to the memory of his betrayal.

No matter how sharp or new the blade, the past cannot be erased. Every glance at it brings back the smile of the girl and the lies in her swirl—a lesson carved deeper than any wound.

#betrayal #symbolism #trust #regret #deception #psychological #powerandconsequences #guilt #violenceandmemory #emotionalwounds

Mar 30 CJ Sutherland

The Wart

Mar 30 CJ Sutherland

Brooke

The Wart

You may cut me out of your life
Sawing and slicing with firm fingers
Blood dripping from resentments bitter knife
But the memory of me still lingers

You’ve cut out the disease, the wart is gone
But the open wound still spills
Someway somehow, I will live on
The prophecy fulfills

Have you realized your mistake
Do you live to regret it
How much sorrow can you take
I forbid you to forget it

Was that a wart or just a mole
You didn’t care to check
Now the bleeding is out of control
Its pouring from your neck

See I’ve moved on to greater things
With that knife I was freed
Now I wonder what your future brings
As I sit and watch you bleed

I wrote this poem about a past friendship

Mar 30 CJ Sutherland

Triple fantasy

Mar 30 CJ Sutherland

Nick Moore

Triple fantasy

A visit to my teacher's house,
While he's talking,
I wounder where the ducks go in winter.

Been expelled,
Better go to the dormitory,
A rage of jealously,
I attack my room mate,
****** nose, hunting hat
Back to front,
I head for New York.

Booking into a hotel,
I dance with three girls,
Pay for their drinks
And off they go,
The elevator guy,
Offers me a girl, I agree,
she knocked at my door!
But I'm a ******, you see,
So we just talk.

I decided to go home, to see my sister, don't want to see my parents, so
I silently enter, go to her room,
She's sleeping so I wake her,
"Why are you home?"
I tell my tale,
"Dad will go crazy!"
Kids tell it straight,
I tell her to meet me later, at the
Museum, off I go, without a sound.

Waiting for my sister,
Watching how people act,
What happens when we grow up?
Most are phonies to me.
I see my sister, so carefree and real,
Do you want to ride the
carousel?
She's so happy, as we arrive,
Picking her favourite horse,
Time to take a ride.

So I'm just busy here watching the wheels
Go round and round,
No longer riding on the merry-go-round,
I'd had some dark thoughts
About what to do next,
But this song came into my mind,
And I just had to let it go,
I'll take my sister home,
Tell mum and dad,
Start a new school
Life ain't to bad.

Mar 30 CJ Sutherland

Man in the Mirror

Mar 30 CJ Sutherland

Todd Sommerville

Man in the Mirror

Sometimes I write poetry
most times it writes me.

Showing me things
I need to see.

Things I need to acknowledge
to be a better man.

Not to change the world,
but to change what I can.

Most often times
it's a change in me,
A reflection of a man
I don't want to see.

Sometimes I write poetry,
most times it writes me.

And the more that I write
the more I'll like what I see.

And maybe someday
if I write well enough,

The man in the mirror
will smile back at me.