Even if a knife is made of silver, a person won't stab his own heart with it.
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Even if a knife is made of gold, a person won't stab his own heart with it.
Kiss The Knife
its stupid for me
to let u back in my life
but i cant go no more
without kissing the knife
i know i made u made
i shall pay the price
but all i wanna do is.....
kiss the knife
u can stab me in my back
but i can take that
what makes me feel right
is a kiss to the knife
sharpiest knife in the draw
there is my knife out the door
kiss the knife goodbye
it cut me open
n i gave it my heart my life
i want you back
kiss the knife
poem by James Bost
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Suicide
I sit here by myself, thinking of suicide
I look at a knife, wanting to commit suicide
I look at a photo, hating my life
Telling myself, suicide stops the pain
I turn the lights off, alone in dark
Reaching for the knife, that’s going to take it away
I think of certain people, they don’t care
For the first time, I think of myself
I dig the knife, into part of my skin
Letting all of my blood, pour out
I’m not dying quick enough, so another cut I make
Then a final cut on my neck, and a stab in my heart
poem by Lisa French
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Will you know about my love for you
Will you know about my love for you
while you are embraced by another
and how deep betrayal cuts, how difficult it is
to get you out of my heart?
But every day the sun shines in the sky,
the sky stays heavenly blue
and it’s only in dreams and thoughts
that I still see you
and I want you to pass me eternally
to shoot with a pistol at somebody else,
to swear at another as faeces,
to stab somebody else with a knife blade
and break your word to somebody else
and take your indeterminate anger out on someone else
as what I can, I have given
while you were trampling me down
and now I have walked into another life,
but the price you made me pay
and the sacrifices that I have made
for you and your children
was just too big,
so big that life
is still overwhelming with it.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Trust No One
trust is a very big word
you think you know that person
but do you really know them?
you think you can trust your bestfriend
but you turn around and they stab you in the back
you think you can trust that special
persont but they do the same but black mail you
you think you can trust your family but
they lie and stab you in the heart
you think you can trust everybody but
really you dont know who to trust anymore
so dont trust any one any one at all....
poem by Keivna Garza
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Another Stab In The Back
I would of never of believed
That you would stab me in the back
Like you just did
Secretly I knew you would
Take the knife and add another stab wound
I have plenty of stab wounds already
From all the people who have stabbed me in the back
But somehow I thought you were better than that
But I guess your not that much better
You just like all the other back stabbers
But it's ok
The wounds will someday heal
But the scars that you made
By stabbing me in the back
Will never fade away
So remember my back stabbing friend
We will never be like we were
I'll smile in your face like you did
And talk crap about you behind your back
Just like you did to me
I have just one question for you
Are your new friends worth
All the bad things you had to say about me
To make them like you
I bet they won't be worth it
and I'm sure there not your friends
Cause I heard them talking bad about you
When you weren't around them
I always stood up for you
When I heard someone say something bad about you
I bet your new friends won't
I hope when you look back
I hope you see that I was your friend
And that they aren't
I hope the grass is so blue on your side
Cause now that I don't have to take your side
My grass is so much greener
The Bread-Knife Ballad
A little child was sitting Up on her mother's knee
And down down her cheeks the bitter tears did flow.
And as I sadly listened I heard this tender plea,
'Twas uttered in a voice so soft and low.
"Not guilty" said the Jury And the Judge said "Set her free,
But remember it must not occur again.
And next time you must listen to you little daughter's plea,"
Then all the Court did join in this refrain.
Chorus:
"Please Mother don't stab Father with the BREAD-KNIFE,
Remember 'twas a gift when you were wed.
But if you must stab Father with the BREAD-KNIFE,
Please Mother use another for the BREAD."
poem by Robert William Service
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Silver
There are clouds that hang
silver-grey in the air,
before the winter sun
gives its first rays
of a drawling day.
Silver-grey the Monday starts
and while the day’s hours
pass much to slowly,
I am summoned to the old chief
with his silver-grey hair.
One of the women clerks
who wants to be boss,
wants to push a silver knife
into a colleges back.
I leave them alone to count their silver pounds
and wash my hands in the bathroom,
with a silver ray of water that squirts out of the tap.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Knife Party
My knife - its sharp and chrome
Come see inside my bones
All of the fiends are on the block
Im the new king, Ill take the queen
cause in here were all anemic
In here - anemic and sweet...so...
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And come in
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And lay down
Go get your knife, go get your knife
Now kiss me
Oooh...well I can float here forever
In this room we cant touch the floor
In here were all anemic
In here - anemic and sweet...so...
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And come in
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And lay down
Go get your knife, go get your knife
Now kiss me
Ohh... I could float here forever
Ohh... anemic and sweet
Ohh... I could float here forever
Ohh... anemic and sweet...so...
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And come in
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And lay down
Go get your knife, go get your knife
Get filthy
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And kiss me...
song performed by by Deftones
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Think Not
Would any other person
Do for you what I have done
Taking you for a wife,
In a battle that was easily won.
While behind my own back
With a sharp knife you did stab
Then while I was asleep
My wallet and soul you did grab.
To the questions to that truth
The answers I have sought,
Would any other man allow what I did
I honestly, think not.
As you being truthful to just one man
You think of that with just a laugh,
As you would rather take that easy road
Than a much harder trodden path.
As you're use to using and abusing
That is your only true game,
To get what you need and what you wanted
And then have someone else to blame
Would any other man have kept you
After the many times that you have been caught,
As you know the answer to that question
So I will say it again, I think not!
poem by Randy McClave
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To the Muse
It is all right. All they do
Is go in by dividing
One rib from another. I wouldn't
Lie to you. It hurts
Like nothing I know. All they do
Is burn their way in with a wire.
It forks in and out a little like the tongue
Of that frightened garter snake we caught
At Cloverfield, you and me, Jenny
So long ago.
I would lie to you
If I could.
But the only way I can get you to come up
Out of the suckhole, the south face
Of the Powhatan pit, is to tell you
What you know:
You come up after dark, you poise alone
With me on the shore.
I lead you back to this world.
Three lady doctors in Wheeling open
Their offices at night.
I don't have to call them, they are always there.
But they only have to put the knife once
Under your breast.
Then they hang their contraption.
And you bear it.
It's awkward a while. Still it lets you
Walk about on tiptoe if you don't
Jiggle the needle.
It might stab your heart, you see.
The blade hangs in your lung and the tube
Keeps it draining.
That way they only have to stab you
Once. Oh Jenny.
I wish to God I had made this world, this scurvy
And disastrous place. I
Didn't, I can't bear it
Either, I don't blame you, sleeping down there
Face down in the unbelievable silk of spring,
Muse of the black sand,
Alone.
I don't blame you, I know
The place where you lie.
I admit everything. But look at me.
How can I live without you?
Come up to me, love,
Out of the river, or I will
Come down to you.
poem by James Arlington Wright
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Hurt Lost And Broken
I hate feelings
I hate being able to care
I hate feeling empty inside
when someone dose something
you would think they would never do to you
or when you think someone likes or maybe loves you
and then turns around and stabs you in the back
I hate feeling hopeless
I wish I couldn’t feel anything like love
love is a horrible thing
when you open up your chest up
and hand them a knife
and say please don’t stab my heart
just cut away my worries
deep inside you know no matter
how good of a person you think they are
they can and will hurt you
someway somehow they will hurt you
I'm done
finished
I quit
I don’t want to feel anything anymore
ever again
but happiness
happiness is the key to my heart
that is why I love you
cause you can make me
smile and laugh
even when I want to cry
all because of you
all because of you I hurt
all because of you my heart has been broken
yet another time
because of you I don’t want to trust anyone
because of you I don’t want to love again
because you are you
I will still love and trust you
because of me being me
I will
I will love again
I will trust again
and you will always have
a piece of my heart
but because of you
I will get over being
hurt lost and broken
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Ringmasters Word
I have a purpose...
Take your dill knife, stab me, go, strike my heart...(ha ha, ha ha...ha ha, ha ha )
I have a purpose...
Such things cant exist...
I have a purpose...
You will tell them of me and how one day I shall come for them...
I have a purpose...
Quietly, I will come over your bed,
I will lean over and gently bite your neck...
Ringmaster...
I have a purpose...
You will tell them of me and how one day I shall come for them
song performed by by Insane Clown Posse
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My Heart
as my heart is not made of wood
please do not hammer it with your nails
not of iron
please do not test it with the hottest fire
not of sand
please do not take it carelessly with your open fingers
not of paper
please do not cut it with your scissors or crumple it with your hands
because my heart like yours
is made of flesh and blood
handle it with care, do not stab it because it will bleed,
caress it with your hands and place it near your heart
it becomes a bird and it will beat and fly and sing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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oDE to a BACKBITER
tell me
how do you pick up the pieces of
cotton that you spread in the air
from the pillow
that you stab with the sharpness
and length of the knife
that is your tongue?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Dagger In Silence....
the silence in the room
is like a dagger stabbing each heart
each stab followed by another stab
until the body is numb
to the pain that silence brings
the first one that utters the word
becomes the murderer
of peace...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To The Gods
to the gods
i honor them
with the humble
entrance to
my abode
my batting
eyelash
my dead
eyelid
my wry smile
my knife of
loneliness
that can stab
anybody
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Silver And Gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Ev'ryone wishes for silver and gold
How do you measure its worth?
Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth.
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Mean so much more when I see
Silver and gold decorations
On ev'ry Christmas tree.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Wise men brought gifts to the mange I'm told
Mary was humble to see
Shepherds and kings there on bended knees
It's silver and gold, silver and gold
Feeling the world with their lives
Silver and gold how they shimmer on ev'ry Christmas night
On ev'ry Christmas night
Silver, silver and gold
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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My Heart is Broken
Does anyone know that my heart is broken?
Perhaps no one really knows because of the laughter I show when I'm with them,
Nobody knows that my heart is hurting because of that person.
Those days in love it was the laughter that made me happy,
Waking up in the morning next to the person that I loved,
It was everything that I could wished for,
But the laughter faded when the person said it was over.
Years have passed by but the memories are still here,
And I don't think I could ever erase the person from my mind,
Those wonderful memories from my heart.
My heart is bleeding from the sad memories that were once happy,
I can laugh and laugh,
I can lie to myself and my friends,
But the tears from the laughter are the tears from the heartbreak.
Sometimes in the nights I hear myself laughing,
The laughter that echoes through the nights,
Through the lonely dark room,
I sometimes realize that not all of the echoing sounds are laughter,
But they are the tears and sadness coming from my heart.
How can I erase anything when the person's love was so beautiful?
How can I erase that person from my memory,
When I still love that person so much
poem by Heather Noble
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My Pain.
My pain is like a stab to the heart.
My pain is like a knife to a bloody wrist.
Its like poison in the vein.
It kills me slowly and painfully.
I run from it, but I can't hide from it.
Everywhere I go it finds me.
I can try not to show it but it alway seems to find it way to the surface.
When it shows then everyone is miserable.
I can try to talk to someone.
But it always make it worse for me.
Everyone who trys to help I push them away.
Because I don't want them to get hurt.
And everyone who askes if I'm ok I say I'm fine.
Because I don't want them to see.
It's to humiliating.
poem by Shannon Welch
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