"razer" poems
Oh how I love the gentleness
Of your sharp and tender touch
Your hand moving along my skin
Making its way around my mouth
Gently touching my lips
And along my neck and chin.
You could never make me bleed
You are the only one
You are truly the only one I need.
And I let you down in search of others
They could never treat me like you do.
Now they have gone so I am asking please
Your the only one please hear my plea to you
Let us stay together we have got it made.
And now I have to let you know
You are my one and only blade
Your hand so steady your razer sharp
You give to me that perfect shave
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 3:01 PM UTC
The sun sparkles
And illuminates,
The glass edge,
Of my soul,
Vibrating with life.
The rising pitch of surrounding voices,
Conducted by my own,
Melts it razer thin,
Threatening to shatter,
And scatter,
Into many fragments.
I forget to stop and measure,
The damage I have done,
I could see,
If I paused,
That the golden lines are always longer,
Spinning consistently out,
Strong enough to hold,
Despite the holes.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
It's a party where all the guests are young and wild
The night is still young
Drink until your problems drown the pressure of the alcohol level
The night is still young
Make it a night to remember dance until you you feet spark flame from your deepest desires that are boiling up inside your chest
Let's have a hell of a night even if the fire might be too much there can never be too much alcohol
Thoughts that have the tendency to make you question yourself should go for a swim
Take another pill cause it's all the healing you need for tonight
Stay awake cause a wishing star is passing by to promise you that can always get better
It's your life , you don't owe it to no one
Take a pull to pull yourself out of the worries
Get high
We can lend you wings to reach for the heavens
Take a sit for you are gods and goddesses
You don't need when you go
Why leave when you still got moves for the crowd
You can be a freak
It's a party so get wasted till you drop
Curfews are for the chosen few
The bottle and drugs will solve your problems
That extra puah to get you started
They'll never understand you
You don't need to know why your here just know your not lost
There's nothing we don't have here
Your favourite posion is at the table
Razer's are available open up we won't judge
Make mistakes until you gain experience not scars cause you fell to many times
Take the weight 9ff and rest
Your tired , drained and put your feet up
The sun is always shining cause it's a cold world outside
The outburst of kIds are evident from the popped balloons
So just put on your mask so no one can know the real you
.
Nov 2, 2021
Nov 2, 2021 at 9:37 PM UTC
I feel as though i had a soul mate
and i forgot them
Whoever it is, i miss our fun times; adventures, games, autumn leaves and hidey holes out of the wind, projects, enthusiasms, unexpected visits, your wacky plans, a sense of possibility in every moment, as though we could cross oceans
The days before i feared my own freedom,
before my clothes stopped making sense.
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 7:49 AM UTC
I kicked the edge
of the coffee table
with the top of
my small toe.
And then I thought of you.
I dropped that glass
But nearly caught it
with my then glass
Shard filled hand.
And then I thought of you.
Knicked the edge of
my Razer against the
Contour of my face
while my blood filled
the rest of the mirror.
And then I thought of you.
But when I nearly
cut myself in half
with that old ax
And dead tree,
I didn't think of you.
You don't want me dead,
Just alive enough to feel the pain,
because when you're dead you can't
feel dead,
when you're living
Sometimes it's all you can feel.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 11:28 PM UTC
Sat on the sand with my life in the palm of my hand and in the other a razer,at times being the star gazer is not nearly enough,not when you feel that things are cutting up rough,
but the blade is the ***** that will dig you a pit,why sit on the sand when you can be a part of the land?
You and your left hand with the right one not knowing if you're coming or going and the razer,
the razer like a laser light will cut you a piece of the night and there'll be no return,what you plan to do,you don't learn,
you're a fail,go back to the start again,it's your chance to begin again and feel more pain
or cut.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 2:42 PM UTC
Poison infiltrates my stalwart veins
Unable to process with the soiled remains of a battered
Tattered heart
Still on the wintery edge of wishing
I was made of stone
Eyes wide shut, looking up through dark waters
I can still taste you on my lips
Feel you on my fingertips
Ice crystallizes where magma used to flow
Larva to razer sharp butterfly
Silver moonshine quick
Wishing I was made of stone
With absent minded memories
Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 2:52 PM UTC
Trigger Warning
She sits home alone at night
Silently listening to her demons' fights
She's on the verge of tears
Thinking of her deepest fears
Her demons are loud
They sit around her head like a cloud
Razer blade to the right
Bottle of pills to the left
She picks one up
Then sets it down
She picks the other up
Her mind is so clouded
They both look the same
Both a way out
Both a way to ease the pain
She only knows she now has the blade
By the way the light
Sparkles off the crisp, sharp, edge
I like to draw she thinks
Art is beautiful
She slowly drags the cold metal across her skin
Once, twice, three times, four, five,
She stops
Looks at her master piece
And says
Now I'm beautiful, too
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
You can only be pushed so far,
cause there is only so much rope,
till you're caught
DANGLING.
But there is an escape,
with a razer,
a gun or a hand full or pills...
BUT ALL ARE MESSY!
-Been
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 11:19 PM UTC
If you think about it
The only person stopping you is yourself
From taking a razer blade to the wrist
Shooting yourself in the head
Swallowing pill after pill till you’re dead
And yet…
If you’re reading this
You must have stopped yourself
You must have thought that this world is beautiful
Yes you might have tried
Yes you may have failed
Yes you have the scars to prove your pain and the constant strain
But… something inside you stopped you from pulling that trigger
Stopped you from severing that vein fully all the way down
Made you drop those pills you have in your hand
Or even… Stopped you from kicking that chair away
Something
Something deep inside you, crying to the last bit of life you have “No!”
And you listened…
Listened to yourself, stopped yourself from this pain
All I have to say to that is
I’m happy you’re here with me
I’m happy to be here with you
I’m happy… That you decided to read this poem
And always know that, no matter what…
You Are Beautiful
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC
Put those pills
Down on the table
Put that razer blade away
for you dont need that
Put away that gun and rope
For we shouldn't sweat the small
Stuff by
Sweat I
Mean **** yourself
Over it
You don't need to
To it.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 1:22 PM UTC
**** this **** im ending it suicidal thoughts? Well thats just it weapon in hand ready to spill blood razer blade or bullet? Which should i choose one with a bang or one with a slit how about this? I slit my wrist and just sit in this **** my own blood soaking in the bath tub oh here I go I begin to slip so let me put my hand on the trigger and wake myself up I pull down hard and tight and the next thing i know im wide awake looking right at the bathroom wall
I can see all my thoughts mostly about suicide though as they all reach the floor I begin to hear a knocking at the door "are you okay" screams of terror and even more a why would he do this here and there well I was depressed and no one listened anymore But now as you hold my lifeless body in the floor im so glad you can adore me
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 12:03 AM UTC
The Razer,
It calls to me,
It tells me its my friend.
I want to believe it
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
I've been gifted with the curse to wield a black skin
In a society where dreams metamorphosize to nightmares
Boarding a taxi of unfulfilled dreams
Dancing around the edge of a razer blade
Misery and pain kiss my dreams
As they all queue to take turns on me like humans on ATM
Hope disappears like **** in a fan firm
And my head is stuck between the pace of my legs
Achievementphobia strikes like cholera
And anguish jets on souls like ebola
With millions of dead dreams and thousands hospitalized
Today I will pack my Shattered dream
And move on with the littlest crumbs of hope in me
To journey through valleys, mountains and ocean
That I may find a place for my dream somewhere
.
©️Drunk_poet
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 9:36 PM UTC
I have a tendency to covet broken things
Like broken hearts
And broken minds
They are like an unsolved or unwritten equation
Begging for an answer or solution
Like the riddle that has all the right pieces
But is just rearranged shards of fragmented glass
Craving a resolution to the disorder of shattering impact
That is in need of a strong glue in which to bind the razer sharp edges
Back into a semblance of order
That is the Brokens' Beauty
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 4:47 PM UTC
I can't hide or run,
pain is on my back.
I built my road but pain
got cheeky and damaged
my plans.
It laugh's in my face
while setting on my back
twisted and bent.
Scratching and clawing
at my skin, pains no friend.
Poking and pinching,
bringing depression
and anxiety.
Pains a cheeky boy with
claws for hands and a
creepy ear to ear smile
with a mouth full of
razer teeth.
©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
Nov 15, 2022
Nov 15, 2022 at 12:02 PM UTC
Like frostbite on my fingertips my life is numb and my heart is cold
I've given in to the physical harm and the mental abuse
Waking up each day wondering why and asking myself to cry
All these lies like
If you just be yourself people will like you or
It's okay to cry
I sharpen my razer repeatedly screaming inside to wake up
When in reality I'd rather be asleep
Blood flows like a river from my vains
Spill blood not tears I tell myself
My body grows cold lying on the bathroom floor as the room begins growing dark
Silence follows
Waking up in a hospital bed only to ask myself why...
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 9:57 PM UTC