This balde
This blade was,
Once silver but,
Is now blood red.
What have I done,
I have to hide again,
The tears have fallen,
For another night.
My arm is now covered,
In blood red stains,
I wish i could erase,
All my pain.
The blade was sarrated,
The worst type of all,
Smooth ends are dated,
Just like blades that are small.
This blade was,
Once silver but,
Is now blood red.
What have I done,
I'm falling asleep,
Again
written 19th may 2010
poem by Jess Jayne
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Razor blade
Razor blade razor blade
Sharpe glass shards
Knife blades
And all things sharpe.
These are my only friends
They slice into my flesh
Crimson blood flows.
Blood and sharps
Their my only friends
Razor sharp
To cut my skin
Get the badness out
Leaving trails of blood
Many scars left behind
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Death of the soul
The tears keep flowing,
the blood won't stem.
my open heart glows,
like a blood red gem.
Those words still hurt,
those thoughts still pain.
you hurt me even though you knew
you had nothing to gain.
Like a glinting black blade,
covered in crimson red blood.
Your mind is corrupted,
like a withering rose bud.
My New Best Friend The Blade
i love my new best friend the blade
It cuts the pain away out of my body
I love my new best friend The blade
As i cut into my skin a smile appears
I love my new best friend the blade
As the blood drip from my bestfriend
I love my best friend the blade
It takes the pain away for a short time
Cant Wait to see my best friend
poem by Ari Castillo
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No Longer Inside Of Me
I sit here on the ground
The tears running down my face
The memories flowing through my veins
All i can feel is the pain inside
I hold the blade over my small arm
And think to myself
Whether or not to slide it across
When i couldnt take the pain anymore
I slide it across
Watching as the blood ran
The rain washes away the memory of him
Along with the blood he gave to me
The blood will pour and pour
Until it could no more
Once his blood is gone
I'll be able to rest
I'll be able to move on
I wont stop until its gone
even if it means i have to die.
poem by Kerrie Maurer
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Just Fiction
My blade is my very own metallic potion,
Its edge helps me control this dark emotion,
The pain melts away as if it were ice on a summer day,
My blood represents my pain unhurriedly flowing away,
To distance my mind from the pain,
I grab my blade and press it to my vein,
I slide it slowly so I can enjoy watching my blood spill,
You will never understand how I love the comforting chill,
The pain is my addiction,
But you think my pain is just fiction,
You think its all for attention,
You don’t understand my coping invention.
The one I have created to get out of this depression
poem by J.T. Solomon
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The Final Moments
Thoughts of you continue
Trying to forget it all
Just doesnt seem to happen
The thought to end it all
May just be my only way out
The blade in my hand
Is what will bring me the peace
I so desperatly need
The memories of you
I see again and again
Until ive had enough
Through my heart the blade now rest
My breathing slows
As i fall to the floor
The blood pours
Until it could no more
I lay there in a pool of blood
As my eyes close
And the heartbeat stops
poem by Kerrie Maurer
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Luck
he is in the middle of something
Painful
Choosing between slashing his wrist with a blade
Or firing a bullet in his head
In the middle ambiguities
he stopped
You called.
What if the blade slashed his wrist?
And blood squirted on the Floor like a basin of water
Like falling tears On his cheeks
What if the gun fired?
And his brain spills on his chest
What if you did not call?
It is the middle of pain It is the middle of confusing things
Sometimes, it is the middle That saves.
Luck.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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he is in the middle of something
Painful
Choosing between slashing his wrist with a blade
Or firing a bullet in his head
In the middle ambiguities
he stopped
You called.
What if the blade slashed his wrist?
And blood squirted on the Floor like a basin of water
Like falling tears On his cheeks
What if the gun fired?
And his brain spills on his chest
What if you did not call?
It is the middle of pain It is the middle of confusing things
Sometimes, it is the middle That saves.
Luck.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Self Harm
Fires ablaze within my heart,
a smile consealing all my lies,
screaming, begging, calling out,
a final, frantic, desperate shout.
Scarlet tears drip from each vein,
a vehement covet to end this pain,
this silver blade stays by my side,
because all hope inside has died.
im tempted when he calles my name,
a way out, an escape, an end to shame,
to make it feel a lot less real,
a deal with the devil, in blood must i seal.
They'll say i died of suicide,
but no one knows how much they've lied,
it wasnt a rope, a blade, or pills,
that broke my soul, and gave me chills.
i died inside so long before,
to live each day, an endless chore,
pills could not kill, what was already dead,
a twisted soul, an empty head.
in darkness i wait, in silence, alone,
rose-tintednostalgia, all around me has grown,
i beckon the devil with the key of self harm,
and i open the door for him, with the blood of my arm...
poem by Alicia Tschantre
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An Emo's Prayer
If they ever cared and ever loved someone,
Then let them hear what they have done.
To me for a decade now,
Let them know it was they who made me take my final bow.
I am emo this is true,
But what have I ever done to you.
I sleep by a silver blade at night,
Holding it so tight.
With scarlet blood in my dreams,
Yet no sign of a holy beam.
I want them to know what I'm about to do,
And why they hurt me was pain longer over do.
The names they said to me for 10 years has been stuck inside my head,
Now they'll see me lye motionless in my bed.
They say that sticks and stones can break your bones and word shall never hurt you,
Yet the words did more than hurt me and gave pleasure to you too.
They wonder why I cut my wrist at night,
Why I hold on to my blade so tight.
I want to escape this pain in my life,
I will always cut with that knife,
Now tell me do you understand why I do this?
why the knife gives me such bliss?
It takes my pain away for a while.
And leaves me with a broken smile.
My time is up and I must leave.
Time for me to see.
I hear the angels bells,
Yet I'm heading towards hell.
poem by Alice Spakrs
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Wolves
(Wolf Howls)
I'm not a hunter but i am told,
that, uh, in places like in the arctic,
where indiginous people sometimes might, might, hunt a wolf,
they'll take a double edged blade,
and they'll put blood on the blade,
and they'll melt the ice and stick the handle in the ice,
so that only the blade is protruding,
and that a wolf will smell the blood and wants to eat,
and it will come and lick the blade trying to eat,
and what happens is when the wolf licks the blade,
of course, he cuts his tongue, and he bleeds,
and he thinks he's really having a good thing,
and he drinks and he licks and he licks,
and of course he is drinking his own blood and he kills himself,
thats what the Imperialists did with us with crack cocaine,
you have these young brothers out there who think they are getting something
they gonna make a living with,
they is getting something they can buy a car,
like the white people have cars, why can't i have a car?
they getting something they can get a piece of gold,
white people have gold, why can't i have gold?
they getting something to get a house,
white people have a house, why can't i have a house?
and they actually think that theres something thats bringing resources to them,
but they're killing themsleves just like the wolf was licking the blade,
and they're slowly dying without knowing it.
thats whats happening to the community, you with me on that?
thats exactly, precisely what happens to the community,
and instead of blaming the hunter who put the damn handle and blade in the ice
for the wolf,
that what happens is the wolf gets the blame, gets the blame for trying to live,
thats what happens in our community,
you don't blame the person, the victim,
you blame the oppressor, Imperialism, white power is the enemy,
was the enemy when it first came to Africa,
and snatched up the first African brothers here against our will,
isss the enemy today,
and thats the thing that we have to understand.
(Clapping)
song performed by by Dead Prez
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Love Written In Passion Blood
love is written in warm passion blood
life is written in lust stirring flow blood
union is written in rich soul merging blood
blood in all union gift birth children born
blood bled in surge birth new life
blood corrupted death end finale life
blood love warm pure pumps renewal
blood flesh pierced sword's blade
blood climatic performance act ends
blood in taste of virgin experience death
contradiction the birth of life the birth of death
music cosmic soars at moment of conception
a moment seals love passion or life rape ripped
life poem writ contains such complexity such depth
lucky are lines life focus love given in glad glee read
glad for startling insight thoughts reflections merry
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Bleed in Silver
i bleed in silver
metalic color from
the gleam of steel edges
reflected in the moonlight
silver drops
like unicorn's blood
their's filled with magic
mine just with misery
silver blood
from each of us slain
on the tip of razor sharp blades
as a beautiful being
is destroyed and
destroys itself
i bleed in silver
in my world of black
poem by Nick Downer
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Johnny Blade
Tortured and twisted, he walks the streets alone
People avoid him, they know the streets his own
Cold blade of silver, his eyes they burn so wild
Mean as a tiger, societys own child
Go the tiger, burn in hate
You know you have to, johnny blade
Hes the meanest guy around his town
One look and he will cut you down
Johnny blade, johnny blade
Life has no meaning, and deaths his only friend
Will fate surprise him, where will he meet his end?
He feels so bitter, yes hes so full of hate
To die in the gutter, I guess thats johnnys fate
Rivals all across the land
He kills them with his knife in hand
Hes the meanest guy around his town
One look and he will cut you down
Johnny blade, johnny blade
Johnny blade, johnny blade
Well you know that johnnys a spider
And his web is the city at night
Hes a victim of modern frustration
Thats the reason hes so ready to fight
Hes the one that should be afraid
What will happen to you, johnny blade?
Oh he knows his futures decided
And he aint gonna change it, no way
He was born to die in the gutter
Hell keep fighting 'till the end of his days
Been alone all through his life
His only friend is a switchblade knife
Hes the one who should be afraid
What will happen to you, johnny blade?
You fool the people
Whos fooling who?
Its time to listen
Whos fool are you?
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Watch My Blood Rain
The blade looks enticing
It's difficult to explain
The ideas of slicing
Watch my blood rain
The cut is deep
Some say I'm insane
It puts me to sleep
To watch my blood rain
The redness is real
I cannot refrain
I know I truly feel
When I watch my blood rain
I sit and I cry
Life is nothing but pain
I ask myself why
I watch my blood rain
My spirit is bound
By this ball and chain
My soul has been downed
Then I watch my blood rain
The anguish is true
My heart has been slain
One day I'll break through
For now I'll watch my blood rain
poem by Haley Nicole
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Killer
X The Awakening - Killer X - i remove the knife from the sheath. i am even unableto breathe. excitement roll as a dice, it lands high. i starre through the ceiling into the sky. by the moonlight the blade quick by silver. my spine the fool who cast the shivers. you have no idea what is coming. your end means my beginning. i close my hand over your mouth. i spade the blade across your throat to a smile. the wound opens, warm blood which soakes. your eyes opens, full of fear. the story you tell is from the tears. The words i whisper, will be your last. may God forgive me and my past. - X Before - Killer X - i starre out of my window. nothing makes sense to me, at all. demon voices in my head. intructions to my call. loaded bullets shiver in my gun. the destiny at present, to me unknown. blood is dripping from my hand, my wrist is cut. Why i was born, on this retchet land. i have to eat before my kill. sweat exploding off my face. i am not ill to be sick, today, no one will be saved.
poem by Unic Cjonr
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A Spade
Precursor of our woes, historic spade,
What dismal records burn upon thy blade!
On thee I see the maculating stains
Of passengers' commingled blood and brains.
In this red rust a widow's curse appears,
And here an orphan tarnished thee with tears.
Upon thy handle sanguinary bands
Reveal the clutching of thine owner's hands
When first he wielded thee with vigor brave
To cut a sod and dig a people's grave
(For they who are debauched are dead and ought,
In God's name, to be hid from sight and thought.)
Within thee, as within a magic glass,
I seem to see a foul procession pass
Judges with ermine dragging in the mud
And spotted here and there with guiltless blood;
Gold-greedy legislators jingling bribes;
Kept editors and sycophantic scribes;
Liars in swarms and plunderers in tribes;
They fade away before the night's advance,
And fancy figures thee a devil's lance
Gleaming portentous through the misty shade,
While ghosts of murdered virtues shriek about my blade!
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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Ways to Leave, Reasons to Leave
Pills, blade gun
ways to leave
Hurt, fate, not worthy
Reasones to leave
Lies, love, life
nothing to live for
no one to love
all of it, lies
Pills, blade, gun
Ways to leave
Hurt, fate, not worthy
Reasons to leave
Blood, scars, hide
Fire, scars, no problem
Food, smaller, its who I am
Ways to leave
Pills, blade, gun
Ways to leave
Hurt, fate, not worthy
Reasons to leave
Blood, crying, death
Torture, crying, gone
Questions, crying, done
Pills, blade, gun
Ways to leave
Hurt, fate, not worthy
Reasons to leave
No chance
Last life
No trys
The End
poem by Rosetta Dove
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Cutting
I love seeing the blood
Feeling the pain
Watch it all fall away
no one around
but me and the blade
the red blood warms my soul
I go deeper and deeper
Untill I am no more
poem by Marissa Ford
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Silver Raindrops
Oh those silver raindrops,
Watch them as they fall.
They fall for each and everyone.
They're falling for us all.
Oh you silver raindrops
Falling on my ground,
Fill the thirst of all that grows
So I can look around
And see all the glory
You bring into the world.
Each little flower abloom
It's petals all unfurled.
Every blade of grass anew,
A sight for all our eyes
Oh you silver raindrops
Keep falling from the skies.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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