"razorsharp" poems
Stone Love : A Building Named ‘Linearity’.
Unobserved I lay my hand on your limestone wall and feel the rough surface as my fingertips touch the stone slabs and junctures of your construction…
Gently pressing my cheek against your sunlight- warmed, stony skin.
Veiled in concealment, just you and me, right here….
Being with you, so near to me…
No one else but you and me.
In this very special love affair we share together.
Your comforting presence, so mild and so compassionate….
Gazing at the elegance of your architecture with its majestic interplay of razorsharp outline patterns in a merciless contrast with the soft spindrift twilight clouds in all serenity above us….and I feel so protected….
Staring at your powerful black silhouette as it rises up into the sundown skies….
Mesmerized by the grace of golden sunray reflections stunningly glistening, dazzlingly shimmering in your numerous windowpanes as the sun sets unhurriedly, while the mauve, lavender and scarlet clouds make the perfect composition for our undetected wonderful moment….
Oh, ‘Linearity’,…
Your stone wall feels so warm when I think about the coldness of people.
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 7:09 PM UTC
Gnawing, that’s what you do
All of you
Dogs teeth on a bone
Mauling
Tearing
Shredding
Razorsharp
Gleam in the eye of the night
Blood stained fangs
Sink into your heart
Rip it apart
Smile
Woman
I am man’s best friend.
Everywhere.
Can’t escape
These Hounds
Fur caked with the blood of
The wounded and dead
***** Depraved Heartless Creature
You live in the shadows
Licking your teeth waiting for prey
Because it is only meat you crave
And the smell of it makes you raw with power
You are not noble, not high, not to be trusted
How many innocents have been betrayed
With your hollow words
The sudden flash of your knife
Your cold vicious stabbing
That says
I will love you over and over
With my dagger buried to its hilt while you cling
To my whisper
Until you trust nothing, believe nothing are nothing
You will be a rag doll of emptiness when I have taken
All from you.
And then my pack will come
pack after pack after pack
each like me
And you will be swallowed in the fury
Of my heartlessness
I am man’s best friend
And you are only
Woman
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 1:51 AM UTC
Are you thinking what I think you’re thinking
Most likely considering the effortless exchange of our thoughts
It happens more than I let on noticed
Each hiding beneath the same shell with the illusion of invisibility
Contradictorily with razorsharp X-ray vision
I see right through you and you see right through me
The most introverted extroverts and pessimistic love addicts
Sometimes it feels as if we are looking at a mirror and there appears the other
As if we are the same person
And if I changed a perspective
Would yours shift as well?
It is these wonderful similarities that make us magnetic
And our bipolar tendencies that make me objectively view the potential
Our evolution is stumbling when we are wearing such armor on our hearts
What if my confusion is brought on by yours?
Why are we so scared?
The answer to that would probably be the same as mine
But we are both too stubborn
To surrender.
Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 1:10 AM UTC
oh murderous morning
razorsharp sunbeams
illuminating the dusted air
why would i want them made visible
these things that smother me?
birdcalls like sirens
wailing waxing waning
an endless cycle and the fire
is breathing the stale air.
shirt half off eyes half open
pounding visions to let fade
from behind the lids
we both knew i'd forget.
i always do.
Mar 25, 2010
Mar 25, 2010 at 11:18 AM UTC
little girl, crying in the corner of your room
wondering why life feels like such a tomb.
when your thighs are bigger than your palms
but your plate is always empty
and your bones are always achy
because you've walked a hundred miles
but still can't fake the academy winning smiles.
don't you know who you are?
little girl, kneeling on tile
watching dreams swirl with bile
so that you can feel accepted in the world.
wondering why no one wants you
and why no one can stay true
though you read about razorsharp hips
and all those hollywood flirting tips.
don't you know what you are?
little girl, left alone behind the flow
not getting what you reap and what you sow,
so you feel a little more worthless.
with a heart made of genuine gold
but looks are more then love, you're told.
so you continue to hide behind a screen
hoping he'll love what he's never seen
don't you know how you are?
little girl, who is bleeding bright
i wish that i could show you the light.
not the darkness that you feel you deserve.
your dream bikini body isn't worth your soul
if it turns your diamonds straight to coal.
it's okay you're not starly perfect
or a man's personal object.
don't you know when you are?
little girl, your body is a temple
it's okay if your corners are gentle
or your tags are higher then others.
your pain is clearly showing
but you can't keep it from growing.
unless you know that true loves lies in the heart
long nights, sweet words, hating days apart.
don't you know you are beautiful?
Jul 23, 2010
Jul 23, 2010 at 9:49 PM UTC
Smile like a killer
The trials of a sinner
Now its our winter
Cold lifeless fingers
Grippin heart pixels
Giving art wrinkles
Lets try too be civil
Always stuck in the middle
Hoping youll get it
Im fealing pathetic
My heart is infected
And i know u wont let it
Die if you hold it
Im just trying too own it
Paper heart folded
Razorsharp moments
If u want it set in stone
I wont let u go
my head is full
Of impulsive dead pulse miracles
Unethical letting you get the tools
Needed for the best of you
Lets improve set the mood just dont get confused in solitude
This is what i wanted from you
And needed ill repeated or keep it a secret just know your my weakness my princess not leaving
Ever withought being together i fell for u and i can tell that you fell for me all the way down
Ill let emotions tell the story now
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 3:02 AM UTC