"shaver" poems
I shaved my head this morning.
The sun hadn’t yet conquered the horizon
But the birds outside the window cheered for me
As I pulled the shaver from my forehead to my crown.
My tiny fingers gripped the electric razor,
Holding on for life,
As it were much too big for my nervous hands.
I cut my skull three times before allowing myself to cry.
I peeked at the blonde clumps of hair that rained
To the cold bathroom tiles and puddled around my feet.
After finishing, I went to lay in the arms of my blankets,
While my pillows kissed the back of my head,
Healing the nicked wounds scattered over my skin.
I left the hair to sleep in the sink and over the floor.
Welcoming the sun rise, it felt warm against my bare skull
And I wondered if this was how heaven felt like,
Walking up to the gates.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
I couldn’t wait for my class to end so I could run outside and find
el carrito (Stand)
I fell in love with the feeling and the taste before I even knew what love was.
I stood outside holding my mother’s hand waiting for her to ask
the times she did not ask I would pull on her plaid, decently long skirt and looked over towards the man selling raspados
She knew what I wanted and she knew how much I wanted it.
I focused on ...
el carrito
as if looking at it would be enough to call the gods of raspados to have mercy over me
They cost $1.50. My mother gives me the money
I run over
The man says
te faltan, no es suficiente (not enough)
I was devastated, I began to take step back slowly, I dared to not look at my mother with this disappointment.
I barely noticed the lady standing behind the man, she was the boss
I noticed she was looking towards my mother
Maybe she saw in my mother’s face something convincing, or maybe my confusion triggered a mother instinct
Whatever it was, it was enough
As I walked away slowly with my first heart break,
the lady behind says,
tiene antojo, tu daselo (She has a craving, give it to her)
I thanked her with my smile and with a slight flitter in my heart of happiness and even more with my taste buds having a celebration just by looking at how this raspado was being made
The beautiful sound of the mountain man, holding a metal, rectangular shaver of ice
containing it all inside until it was ready to be placed in the cup. The small stones pile one by one when crushed
Just big enough to hold shape and small enough to enjoy
Then the miel con sabor a tamarindo being delicately set on top, like a creamy blanket in liquid form
Si, con limon y sal, porfavor, y poquito chile (add salt and lemon, and a bit of spice... Please)
because my mom taught me how to be polite
and then, to my surprise the actual fruit
tamarindo on top, a light brown coloring with a soft cover on the hardened seed inside
It decorated with grace and delight, the treat awaiting for me
I felt the richness
There I learned my first lesson of kindness
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 12:06 AM UTC
A mirror and a hand
He didn't need a second glance
He lifted it up
Ignoring the small cuts
He smashed himself
He smashed his life
He took a piece up
Ruined his own eye
Screamed like a maniac
Took him to his eye
Blood started dripping
Oh his poor life
Over to the dresser
Over to the pain
He found himself a shaver
A blade for all his rage
A slice for every time he lied
One for all his lonely cries
He slashed and slashed
Left to right
Again and again
Then a time down
To really ease the pain
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 1:38 PM UTC
Dear Robert
I'm enclosing the warranty
for your shaver In case
anything should happen
I've circled the address
where to bring it
Dad still isn't feeling
well and is going
this week to the doctor I can't
imagine
what can be wrong -
but I'm really getting concerned
Oh!
by the way
did you mail
that letter
to the bank
I hope
so
Today
we are going to a wake
for Phyllis Spina.
She died
on Saturday -
acute leukemia.
Your brothers are fine
they're off -
Yom Kippur
All else is
okay Love
Mom
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
You let me down.
It was your wish
A great longing from deep within. A fantacy an idea your idea, but in its execution you let me down.
I was silent just enjoying my grand thoughts. Some nice n other little ***** and like a bombshell you said it.
You let me down
Just out of the blues, you dropped it like an eighteen ton scad.
Just like that you said, you no longer require it. And put it that , I couldn't finance it. You truly put me down.
You belittled my effort, made me feel in worthy. You made me gwarky and a little blob.
Almost felt like a wart on the beautiful face of you, you truly let me down.
Let the shaver glory in reduction and let the farmer glory in growth. All are seasons and reasons in life.
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 3:04 PM UTC
I thought I could handle it
I thought it could be beat
Obviously not
I look like a carved piece of meat
Carved on my legs,chest and all up my arms
I look down at them and they're littered in scars
"you're an attention seeking **** and that's why you self harm"
You and I know this isn't true
So if you say that again
I'LL ******* **** YOU
Ok maybe not but just think
Maybe your words are the missing link
Insulting a harmer with nothing to loose and everything to gain
So next time before you insult them
Remember it causes them more pain
Its happened to me and this is how I cope
Listen to my story or find me on a rope
I was feeling depressed but creative
Look at the scar I just made
I let pain out by using a blade
Its not the scar you think
This affected my brain
It helped at first but then caused more pain
But that's what I wanted my tears and blood to rain
But that didn't happen
It was just a tiny scratch
It wasn't enough
I'm not a shaver but I decided to use a razor
I introduced the razor to the scissors
The razor took over and scissors said goodbye
The razor was enough
Enough to make me cry
Cry tears and blood
At last I thought
But soon again it wasn't enough
This morning I met the knife
And the knife was pleased
It made me bleed
Bleed more than my need
What has happened to the boy I was before
No pain no scars so pure
Self harm is a monster trying to lure
Lure innocent victims into its arms
And changing their arms with big ugly scars
Next i might meet death when the pain is too much
When im sick of people afraid of my touch
Afraid of being infected
Self harm isn't an infection
Its my monster that claims my body
Section by section
Now I accept defeat
Death is my retreat
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
you're too average to marry Meryl Streep
you should use a razor rather than a shaver
too cheap to get out of bed for €10
but at least you've got Leeds
for a cheap bed and breakfast
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 2:57 PM UTC
I don't wear bracelets
I don't wear necklaces
Once I wore rings, but decided it wasn't for me
I used to wear earrings
But the night my mom discovered the blood on my legs
She took them out to clean them
And they never went back in
I don't wear jewelry
But I wear scars like I would diamonds and pearls
Draping my chest, where I scratched until I saw red beneath my nails
Tossed upon my thighs and wrists, where I drag a blade every night
Marks like rings on my fingers, from when I decided to break apart a shaver to get to the blades within
If my scars were diamonds, I'd be the richest woman alive
But my scars are ******
And I don't flaunt them like jewelry
I hide them, like you would an invaluable piece of jewelry
When you want nobody to know you possess it
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC
This waveform
rat-a-tat-tat
is for you
of or not
the vibe
drops the mic
on your day
wakes your ***
superseded maybe
by your electric shaver's
buzz
in the moment
you are drowned
reach
for the sound
of high heeled boys
toyz
someone's attic
emptied on this line
zing zuhing
zang
clangs in key
and ahm rahmin
and bumpin
an
this tangs
are or are not
of
the vibe
what is the lot
of not
at this level
note less
ring not
give not
live not
and Thursday
is the day things
feel better
sliding down
slammin'
charge down
my gullet
against
some good song
drenching the backdrop
with rich darkness
squirt i know
is the down
down down down
ahm just reachin'
your backteeth
grit ting
on now
tearing out
you now
just ink
and not even
just link
the pulling
from tomorrow
'cause today
Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 10:14 PM UTC
from the shower across the dayroom at shaver psychiatric
naked as the dawn, a spring in his step
his nuts hanging, he’s a happy man
until he slips in the doorway to his room
falls and hits his head
he wakes up to find eight of us staring at him
"are you with us sir? we need to assess you"
he’s still stark naked
"yeah yeah, ok, hold on a second"
he grabs a towel and starts buffing his nuts
"we have to get your blood pressure sir"
"ok, ok, hold it a second," he says
continuing to polish his testicles with ambition
the scene goes on unchanged for fifteen minutes
he’s way clean and dry down there
now every time i take a shower and wash my crotch
i have to smile
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 8:57 AM UTC
Dear God,
forgive me if I told you not today.
When the rope inside my cabinet suddenly fall
and my brain cells start screaming to try it on.
When I saw a car driving at 120kph
and my feet itches to stop it.
When I saw my brother's sleeping pills
and my throat yells to swallow it all.
Or when my eyebrow shaver waves at me
and my wrists want to be written at.
Forgive me if I told you not today.
When I saw my niece smiling at me
and I suddenly want to witness how she grows.
When I saw the sun shines the sky even in light of the storm.
When I feel so down but people start cheering me on.
Maybe 2 weeks from now.
I can finally agree.
But maybe not.
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 11:33 AM UTC
Did you try to be cruel or did it just come out naturally?
Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 11:39 PM UTC