"straightedge" poems - Hello Poetry

Little boy Cain finds daddy’s old straightedge Cracked leather band, wipes the blade on his thigh Little boy stalks ‘round, slingshot in the sedge Soft stinging cheeks, striped where bloodlines dry Little boy breaks ice, cold winter this year Big brother chops ash with numb hands out back Little cat hunts mice while the dogs chase deer One last hammer lash, then leave duties slack Little boys grow up too soon, mother knows Brother lain face down by the cutting wedge Little white-furred pup, matted crimson nose On the icy ground left in need of sledge Little too late now for the morning chores Cries upon his knee, curled by reddened bed Little boy, head bowed, listens from the floor Brother, bury me where the raven treads Brother, forgive me, curse the wanton gods Now, I walk alone through this land of Nod

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Feb 21, 2013

Feb 21, 2013 at 4:29 PM UTC

devin-weaver

Little Boy Cain

Little boy Cain finds daddy’s old straightedge Cracked leather band, wipes the blade on his thigh Little boy stalks ‘round, slingshot in the sedge Soft stinging cheeks, striped where bloodlines dry Little boy breaks ice, cold winter this year Big brother chops ash with numb hands out back Little cat hunts mice while the dogs chase deer One last hammer lash, then leave duties slack Little boys grow up too soon, mother knows Brother lain face down by the cutting wedge Little white-furred pup, matted crimson nose On the icy ground left in need of sledge Little too late now for the morning chores Cries upon his knee, curled by reddened bed Little boy, head bowed, listens from the floor Brother, bury me where the raven treads Brother, forgive me, curse the wanton gods Now, I walk alone through this land of Nod

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we lay together, surrounded in silence, an uncomfortable gloom. i lose the battle, "flesh on flesh... wounds bleed fresh." alone with you beside me, "every inch of my tar black soul," a fake bled into a dry life. A purr awakens me, urges me to write, words haunt me and i can't get them out. i'm stuck in this limbo wishing i had something a little stronger than a bit of sweet iced tea. "he loves me with every beat," of a straightedge heart and i thought we could be happy. a slice of life, a pit of sorrow, a hell in my mind. sleeping and worrying. hoping that the world will just spill out? that might be awhile. i love you. xoxo

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Feb 3, 2013

Feb 3, 2013 at 10:28 PM UTC

electras

tonight was just a wreck

we lay together, surrounded in silence, an uncomfortable gloom. i lose the battle, "flesh on flesh... wounds bleed fresh." alone with you beside me, "every inch of my tar black soul," a fake bled into a dry life. A purr awakens me, urges me to write, words haunt me and i can't get them out. i'm stuck in this limbo wishing i had something a little stronger than a bit of sweet iced tea. "he loves me with every beat," of a straightedge heart and i thought we could be happy. a slice of life, a pit of sorrow, a hell in my mind. sleeping and worrying. hoping that the world will just spill out? that might be awhile. i love you. xoxo

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8 months ago, it did not seem like we needed drugs and alcohol to have fun. And suddenly, there was everything we had heard about from everyone else. But instead of in the whispered gossip and the disjointed stumblings of drunken dreams it was right in front of us. And so the straightedge in us was bent with every shot glass with every smoking joint that we brought to our anxious lips. Slowly, hesitantly, at first, our arms creaked upwards towards our open mouths, as if we were training muscles, we didn’t even know we had. But then it became familiar, and our elbows flowed smoothly with the oil of routine. And at sometime during those long and blurred nights, I lost track of what was right and what was wrong. With every sip I drowned my values and with every inhale, I cremated my former self and the white smoke of the fire wisped up into the air of a dimly lit garage. Until all I was left with was the present, wondering where the future would take me.

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Mar 26, 2011

Mar 26, 2011 at 12:20 PM UTC

kate-1

8 months ago.

8 months ago, it did not seem like we needed drugs and alcohol to have fun. And suddenly, there was everything we had heard about from everyone else. But instead of in the whispered gossip and the disjointed stumblings of drunken dreams it was right in front of us. And so the straightedge in us was bent with every shot glass with every smoking joint that we brought to our anxious lips. Slowly, hesitantly, at first, our arms creaked upwards towards our open mouths, as if we were training muscles, we didn’t even know we had. But then it became familiar, and our elbows flowed smoothly with the oil of routine. And at sometime during those long and blurred nights, I lost track of what was right and what was wrong. With every sip I drowned my values and with every inhale, I cremated my former self and the white smoke of the fire wisped up into the air of a dimly lit garage. Until all I was left with was the present, wondering where the future would take me.

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He's a straightedge vegan That has tattoos for from his neck down Who loves Star Wars and Doctor Who Has been a drummer for many bands Is currently the drummer for Fall Out Boy My Celebrity Crush is Andy Hurley

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Jul 29, 2021

Jul 29, 2021 at 8:23 PM UTC

gerardmiller20

My Celebrity Crush

He's a straightedge vegan That has tattoos for from his neck down Who loves Star Wars and Doctor Who Has been a drummer for many bands Is currently the drummer for Fall Out Boy My Celebrity Crush is Andy Hurley

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There’s a reason I don’t smoke or get high or get low or drink. Don’t I seem ****** up enough to you?

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May 6, 2012

May 6, 2012 at 5:46 PM UTC

hank-desroches

Straightedge

There’s a reason I don’t smoke or get high or get low or drink. Don’t I seem ****** up enough to you?

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i stopped doing drugs because you were the only thing that made me high now we're just fiction your mouth is stained on my cheeks, still echoed with a sad goodbye we're out with the garbage you so angrily tossed and you're drinking wine and i'm still lost

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Sep 10, 2015

Sep 10, 2015 at 12:00 AM UTC

caroline-wonder

straightedge

i stopped doing drugs because you were the only thing that made me high now we're just fiction your mouth is stained on my cheeks, still echoed with a sad goodbye we're out with the garbage you so angrily tossed and you're drinking wine and i'm still lost

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some boy once told me when we were 16 "the way i see it, it's either you or the drugs— and i know which one i've chosen" when i remembered that, i laughed— because it's funny how three years can change you. it's funny, too because when i laughed i blew the line away.

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Aug 24, 2014

Aug 24, 2014 at 4:11 AM UTC

september

16 and straightedge

some boy once told me when we were 16 "the way i see it, it's either you or the drugs— and i know which one i've chosen" when i remembered that, i laughed— because it's funny how three years can change you. it's funny, too because when i laughed i blew the line away.

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I want to scrape off my skin Just to tear the words That your tongue had left for me. I want to scrape my skin Just to forget the parts of my body Where your lips had once lingered. Paint my body in scarlet And color me with purple bruise I want to drown in you.

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Sep 6, 2015

Sep 6, 2015 at 10:31 AM UTC

PanicTheater

STRAIGHTEDGE

I want to scrape off my skin Just to tear the words That your tongue had left for me. I want to scrape my skin Just to forget the parts of my body Where your lips had once lingered. Paint my body in scarlet And color me with purple bruise I want to drown in you.

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Those dark cold nights The ones I held so dear They dissipate as ends prove near I was always blind I fled from the silence I ran to false profits Those who gave me solace A woman of straightedge Narrowed by the path Now holding fire breath in the wrath Lost in the found I am poison Fleeting through time The hours conclude The rasping grind Run to the roses For the thrones pierced your eyes Darling of nature Watch as all lies With two eyes absent the third appears

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Nov 11, 2018

Nov 11, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC

Vsway

Wildern

Those dark cold nights The ones I held so dear They dissipate as ends prove near I was always blind I fled from the silence I ran to false profits Those who gave me solace A woman of straightedge Narrowed by the path Now holding fire breath in the wrath Lost in the found I am poison Fleeting through time The hours conclude The rasping grind Run to the roses For the thrones pierced your eyes Darling of nature Watch as all lies With two eyes absent the third appears

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This is not the life I planned of living When I was in my caring mother's womb Like a flowing river,I keep changing direction Yesterday I was straightedge Today I am a drunkard The wine and whiskey I saw on Television Are now brewed in my backyard And fermented inside my aging stomach Born in the ninety's I grew up not socialising with women Like a confession l keep changing Yesterday I was a monk Today I am a womanizer The females I used to admire Now satisfy my desires

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Sep 12, 2017

Sep 12, 2017 at 2:50 PM UTC

nexus-sammy

Like A Confession I Keep Changing

This is not the life I planned of living When I was in my caring mother's womb Like a flowing river,I keep changing direction Yesterday I was straightedge Today I am a drunkard The wine and whiskey I saw on Television Are now brewed in my backyard And fermented inside my aging stomach Born in the ninety's I grew up not socialising with women Like a confession l keep changing Yesterday I was a monk Today I am a womanizer The females I used to admire Now satisfy my desires

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breaststrokes power me through nebulous clouds of stardust. push through the pain, echoing in the chasms of a brain deadened. bypass the past that clings like detritus, beyond the black holes gobbling galaxies whole. onwards. eyes set on the horizon nothing lies beyond: dancing along the razor's straightedge, an eternally expanding cosmos.

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Apr 10, 2017

Apr 10, 2017 at 11:49 PM UTC

pearsonbolt

swimming

breaststrokes power me through nebulous clouds of stardust. push through the pain, echoing in the chasms of a brain deadened. bypass the past that clings like detritus, beyond the black holes gobbling galaxies whole. onwards. eyes set on the horizon nothing lies beyond: dancing along the razor's straightedge, an eternally expanding cosmos.

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