Best Razor Poems

I stare at my ceiling,
I start to wonder, why am I not healing?
Then it dawns on me,
The nightmare clip starts to roll.
I shake and shiver and wince at every little thing.
I'm scared to death, 
What does this all mean?
I start to cry,
I feel as if...

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im gonna paint a picture,
a picture with a twist.
im gonna paint a picture,
i'll paint it on my wrist.
and if i paint this picture right,
a fountain will appear.
and then one day,
all my troubles will disapear....

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Me barber’s still one of them blokes who lives the school of old,
using methods quite old fashioned to what modern trends unfold,
so with scissors, clippers, hot towel, then lathered with a brush,
he’ll shave you with a cutthroat, though never in a rush.

And he offers further...

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I’m so tired one of my eyes is twitching.  I can’t make out wrong from right.  It doesn’t matter anymore I am on the edge of this life and it is razor crazy.  I have been up now for 72 hours thinking...

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I have in my possession an object I really prize.
It belonged to two guys whom I really idolize.
'Twas a necessary device when straight razors were the fad.
'Tis the leather razor strop used by my Grandpa and Dad.

Its precise genesis is really difficult to gauge,
But it's...

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She couldn’t see her pretty
When she peered into the mirror
Dark mascara, sad face 
in the corner of her eye a tear


Her heart undiscovered 
For her no one cheered
Black clothes pale complexion 
She was encased in her weird

No daddy to kiss her
He didn’t choose to stay
She...

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hairy...
        ~ scary! ~...

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As you sit in front of the mirror with your razor
You start to pick out everything bad about yourself
You cry and cry because you like nothing about yourself
 You move your razor closer knowing what was going to happen next

  You start to pick...

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Silenced voices, feared by those in power.
Utopia sought, only dystopia flowers.
Protect all speech, diverse and free.
Perception leads to a society that is truly.
Redeemed expression, a beacon bright.
Escorting us through the darkest nights.
Silenced speech, we've lost our way.
Shaping the fascists we sought to slay....

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Crying because I have to let go of you
Trying to conceal these tears, but they spill out
It’s complicated how I feel, you know?
Encountering situations that bewilder me and fill my mind with doubt

Making my brain go insane…
Oceans separate us now…
We went our separate ways
My train...

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Who is this would-be Redeemer
stalking my own mirror?
Whether for good or evil
I remain stuck in 
ambivalent.

Riding Time's unfolding edge,
glancing forward for faith in better
stronger
surer lasting light
glancing backward darkens optimistic hope
to change what I cannot
yet
to fulfill commitments to grow together
as me and we might
were I not...

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“I mean you no harm.”

The visitor says as his glasses reflect black

Skin torn snake sin

Razor-sharp diamond whisper

-s (an apple falls through the branches)

of the tree they write

a world on fire 

bathed in iris pain

Black

Hole

( remember the war—is in stone—the net fishes men—write him back—in the...

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when i slide the razor
down my wrist
i start to feeland see
a red mist.

when i put the razor down
and look at myself bleed
i suddenly start realize
that i cannot see.

whenever it gashes open 
i see all the blood
it was a puddle 
and suddenly became a flood.

i love...

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Razor Witch
Come hear my sweet!
Come to my house
To trick or treat,
Nothing will beat
What I have to eat.

My face is rather green
But I’m nice to meet.
My nose is very crooked,
But my black teeth
Will widely greet.

If you are nice boys and girls
I’ll give you poison or
Candy full...

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The razor has left you with scars that remind you
Of how you had wanted to end in the bathroom
And now they talk softly and tiptoe around you
So you won’t be tempted again by the past gloom...

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