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Anonymous4070 Apr 2018
I threw knives at the wall,
watched them hit their mark.
And inside, I felt it.
A beginning. A spark.

I threw knives at the bottles,
watched them all break.
Saw the things I could do.
The things I could make.

I carved up wooden blocks,
made tiny wood toys.
Wrapped them in little, red boxes,
gave them to little, sweet boys.

I used knives on the trees.
Carved in the letters.
A sign, a message.
A promise of forever.

And I held my knives close,
when I saw through your lies.
I pulled my favourite one out,
and I severed the ties.
kevin hamilton Oct 2018
it was fine to say
that nothing would hurt me
but the crushing weight
of hideous swan songs
darling, you should know
i was built for this
and made for you

house of knives
the sigil was burning
from across the sea
and under the covers
you pulled away
blood red lights
kissed my animal face
when i heard your name
Steve Page Mar 14
Don't be quick
to stop and search.
Do slow and speak.
Do stop at the curb.
Do sit.
Do commit to shape
a future city nation
where more space is given
to a wider conversation
with a newer translation
that's truer in comparison
than any black and blue
blunt force confrontation.
Listening to ill-conceived political solutions to social problems.
RuiSJ Mar 12
Just a moment, heart;
Breathe, beat and bleed.
Yet never die.
Let you be not even the last one to say goodbye.

Halt! Mind;
Recurring scenes from the harsh reality,
Need not to be played.
That's ****** and it isn't something to be paid.

Store every memory of kindred love.
Withhold each recollection of bothered romance.
For two may be different,
Yet them will be always transparent.

So pulsating heart and wandering mind,
There will be foolish butterflies in love;
As well as rusted knives.
But let not its aesthetics and affliction rive both of you apart.
indigochild Dec 2018
unzip my thoughts
leave me bare
never allowing tainted words to escape me
pulling words from your lips
that will never reach me
The X Rhymes Jul 24
from there to back
you come and go
and hairline cracks
begin to show
from top to base
from toe to chin
to line your face
from outside in
then gold to brass
to false from just
with bones of glass
and blood of dust
where passion throes
turn malcontent
well, so it goes
and there it went
a shadowed earth
where suns are moons
with jagged curves
to knives from spoons.
It’s one of them init?
Hg Aug 22

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If your mouth spewed lies,
They could slit my skin like knives
Sharper than
You could imagine.
They would be
Before that could ever happen,
I surrendered
Taking my own knife,
And hurting myself
Before you ever could
Jordyn Oct 2013
It used to be delusion
It used to be confusion
That consumed my mind

It used to be razors and knives
It used to  be thoughts of my past lives
That devoured all of my time

It used to be anxiety and depression
It used to be lack of another mental impression
That made happiness so hard to find

But now it's music instead of voices
And now it's love and my own choices
That make make this happy world, mine
People killing
People dying
We ask were is the Love
It makes no sense at all.
What a (((World)))  we live in
No-one values life.
What are humans all about.
Traveler Jun 2013
I was turned on by a Toaster, she tanned my bread to gold
In time she ejected me, it was her natural Toaster role...
I fell for her sister, a Deep Fryer in despair, my lust began to boil
I had to come up for some air...
I ran off with a Can Opener, she could even sharpen knives,
She opened up a can of *** whip, she could never be my wife!
I met a **** Freezer, but her heart was cold as ice, I was bitten by her frosty ways
Once bitten, never twice...
I made my way across the tile to an Oven quite unique
All her features were well displayed, on this EZ Baking Freak!
She cooked me on the surface, yet burnt me deep within
I guess my culinary skills were lacking in the end...
So now I date a Spatula safely from the heat
She flips a mean burger and french fries by the heap!
Truth is I'm a Poet
Who simply likes to eat!
Traveler Tim
JayceeJellies Jun 2015
Alone again tonight?
Don't act so suprised.
It's kind of sad, right?
You can't sleep at night..
Just drink up the energy,
There's no need for synergy.
Alone you'll be fine,
Just stay away from knives.
nadine Sep 2017
My eyes always see the floor when I walk by
But my ears can still hear the mocking laughs
Fingers pointing at me
As though knives stabbing me repeatedly
Splitting my heart into halves
I still look in the mirror that doesn't lie
They have eyes, nose, lips, and everything
And so do I
Now, what's wrong with this face of mine?
The acne, freckles, pores, scars, and whatnot?
People can have it, who says they cannot?
"Too slim, too fat"
I am me, can't society accept that?
I asked the mirror that doesn't lie,
"I'm beautiful, aren't I?"
f u ck so c i e ty
this has been
Evelyn Genao Nov 2018
The waves crash against my body,
As the tide pulled me further out.

I screamed, salty water filled my lungs,
No one… heard me.

I am alone. Dying.
The laughter of the waves in my ears.

The gods looked down upon me,
They see me in pain, they do not care.

With a final crash,
I slipped under.

I am drowning.
Darkness surrounds me.

Sinking deeper and deeper,
Vision growing blurry.

Knives impaled my stomach,
My last breath escaped my lips.
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Skaidrum Jul 2016
Bathed in silver, cracked in gold
love got into one of your stories again.
               ❝ i swear i didn't mean to be temporary ❞

Sangria flames and broken glass;
dry ashes mixed with lavender petals,
a phoenix beckoning the silk threads of night
                ❝ desolation took a bite from the moon ❞

You will become brittle dust to feed old books on shelves,
and I don't regret that I both poured
and drank
a cup of lust and sorrow, just for you
              ❝ do you still want to kiss the ink off my lips ❞

Tip the dish to catch the koi,
as you reincarnate once again;
mind those knives in the sink,
and please remember, that fire is impatient
               ❝as you succumb to me in all thousand lives. ❞
my phoenix
let it be known that
your dreams still stain my pillow

© Copywrite Skaidrum
Look at all these wannabe gangsters
Terrorising our streets
That one's wearing camouflage trousers
Just wait till you hear him speak
'Dems bear skills mate'
'Can you lend me fifty bar?'
He sounds like he's from Los Angeles
Doing time in the yard
But he's not
He still lives at home with his mum
And his pregnant girlfriend
And he's under the thumb
You see them outside Tesco
But they're not shopping for pesto
Let's go
They've seen the old bill
He's known around this town
For selling dodgy pills
Guns, knives and slang
That's what you need
If you wanna be in their gang
No education
Just a stolen Playstation
And don't forget the ****
Even on a school night
They're out doing speed
You'll see 'em in the park
With a bottle of cider
Then they'll start
On a poor old-timer
Tracky bottoms
And a Burberry hat
Chav fashion
Cause they think they're all that
But the funny thing is
They don't have a clue
They don't think like
Me or you
They think that they're rap stars
Dreaming of fast cars
But they're just wankers
More like 'wannabe gangsters'
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