Head pounding, his words repeated in my head like a broken record
my mind and i
are at a game of hide and seek
only i think i've gotten the rules wrong
i am both
the hider
and the seeker
the hider says”if you don’t kill yourself the seeker will”
forever searching for her
but terrified of being seen
Every time i am down and depressed,
My hand pickes up the razor,
As I stared at the razor blade inside that shelf, so satisfying. The bright lights in that bathroom casted my stare over the silver blade. My mind continues to say, "This may be the last time, if you finally cut deep enough."
So I try my best not to make a sound
Heart pounding,My mind fills with thoughts like a marry go around-I am so confused,
what to do next? Do I spare myself another day? Is that the easy way out or is it just my thoughts on that marry go round?
I just dont know what to do!
"If you don’t do it now then you’ll never do it for yourself." These words repeated in my head and just like that the sound of little feet come running down the hall and out the bathroom I go.
We'll have to start over
Because we no longer exist,
I'm in LOVE and in PAIN with that razor blade
I am a lone blade of grass
None of the others will understand
I have learned this too many times
So I must be wise to change
It is okay not to share the complexity
It is okay to stand with it all alone
Because God is with me every day
No-one can break me this way
I bend, I sway, I dance in the wind
I am a lone blade of grass and that's okay
Heidi Sands
3/14/26
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The folds of arrogance loosen and spill,
Though draped upon the shade of restraint.
?
Relentless flare of crimson defiance,
Met with the cool stubbornness of blue.
?
Tomorrow tangles like wild vines,
Today wields a blade of bitter resolve.
across the dark lake a rusty blade waited in the cold wet grass
two copperhead snakes slithered past each with a secret task
a frog hopped by on his way to get eaten by the snakes
the blade giggled a bit as the frog was devoured by the big one
the other snake slithered off, looking for something tasty.
rusty blade could relate, he was ready to take a bite of something himself.
He had tasted potatoes, carrots, steak, pork, and now fish.
There was nothing that he did not like to carve into
something small but fast rushes toward the blade, what is that?
rusty blade regrets that no one ever shared an encyclopedia with him
He had no name for the object, but he still wanted a taste.
He sliced into its leg, and heard a loud horrible yowl. He loved that!
One couple of days, the silver lining is always present
sited, I looked out at the window, neck is bent
always, behead me so neatly, swiftly, bloodless
leaving me naked, standing there lying, on the floor, breathless.
One bright day, the haunting blade is absent
I finally received the mail you sent
upon discovering what's inside
out of its mouth, it poured out landslide.
I see the blade in your hand, and I figured…..
Somehow that blade is small, but it can cut deeply through the heart and make it bleed!
In your other hand I see bandages to take care of my heart when it is dying or injured!
Oh! how your words filled my heart to the manner that it felt like it was being given loving feed!
I was in serious doubts about life and love until we started to speak.
Wow, the bandages were thrown as the blade pierced my heart
Sometimes it feels like my mind and my heart are meek.
You realize what you have done, well, it’s too late as my heart will not start
The Cross is guarding my heart from the receipt
That your untruthfulness and envy have written
Because your kisses are full of deceit
Like the venom one has inside of them after being bitten
The Cross has barred you from me
My crazy little Pea
TIME: It can slice your way from memory to martyrdom
Moments thin so thin they cut away bone and tissues
Cleave the seconds between secrets in between
The now and the hereafter, heaven’s eyes
Glorified, it can draw out like... a blade
Beneath fire, flesh, and broken ribs
Slide it deep, heart of the image
Time like an electric prayer
To deities on parade
Time's like a blade
Drawn in blood
And memory
Please feel safe with me
I'll fall on that sword for you
I’ll die for your love
i wish for the breeze
to be stronger than the rain
to be sharper than a blade
for the roof and door
of this charge-fueled mobile
to pierce right through them
Witty words keep me sane
A giggle eases, life’s pain
When times are trying
Laugh through the rain
Reroute the grooves
Soften the grain
With faces stiff
A snooty drift
Good humor sees
Life is a gift
Minus a grin
Hard work won’t win
May spot the crowd
But won’t fit in
So when you choose
Smile over frown
You’ll lift the blues
A joyful sound
I found a blade beside the rose,
its silver kissed by morning’s close;
It caught the sun as if to keep
the fire warm while earth still sleeps.
It did not stir when I drew near,
nor tremble with a hint of fear;
It seemed to watch, in patient grace,
the wind that touched its polished face.
A vine had curled around its hilt,
like memory round the things we’ve built;
And rain had carved, in tiny streams,
the stories only metal dreams.
I reached to lift it from the ground,
and heard a low, unshaken sound—
The whisper steel will sometimes say:
“My edge was honed for more than play.”
Yet still it let my fingers hold,
its weight both steady, warm, and cold;
And in that moment, I could see
the storm it was, the calm it’d be.
Misty clouds fill my eyes,
After you stabbed my heart,
With a blade forged in hate.
Pain oozes out like blood,
But neither red nor caked –
Yet it outlives all thought.
Before a misty morning mirror
above a half-filled basin
such cold water was I braving
simply to lave my face in
but the coldest cut of all
and it only hurts when I smile
I severely slit myself while
I was busy shaving
but did my frozen fingers fumble
or was it just a rusty razor
which sorely needs replacement
that figured in my defacement
as there were many a slip
'twixt blade and lip
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