Razor Blade Poems - Poems about Razor Blade

There is a line that separates reality from your desire Cutting a path through the gray of confusion; a razor blade Sharp and precise; the only tool for such a task For a moment, desire bleeds through -you welcome the taste But in the end, nothing keeps reality from crossing that same line Not even a razor blade...

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Put upon a pedestal thin as a razor blade where you must balance precariously for the higher it’s raised the longer the fall It’s simpler to say and do nothing at all It’s far too risky to care to put yourself out there You slipped once before perhaps you were pushed It left a nasty scar which is quite a coincidence You’ve never...

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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 thought if she was perfect He wouldn’t have gone away A Razor...

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I fell into a pit, dirty grave, lined entirely with razor blades, that should sting when they slice my newspaper skin that bleeds only grey, but pain, there is none, never have I felt so numb and never have I thought so much as when I was lain in a rotted blank sap and rusted sharp metal. As they filled up...

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A thin sharp edge To balance on Hopes Split wide open Please Watch your step In to the future Walking on eggs So much easier Dodging so many evil bullets Whew! Another very close shave Another very long day Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved "A poem to me is the essence of any...

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Razor blade Cut me deep Take me form this hell My hands are shaking My tears fall like rain In my soul I know all I feel is pain As the razor blade cuts my skin I say "And now you will never win" Please let it free me from this life Life I did not want to live Even your love could not save...

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So what am I supposed to do? Just freeze in the dark, waiting for you? Watching flying children, swim across the park Waking up on the other side of the dark At least it was something Or was it all for nothing? If I could show you what I mean If I could explain these feelings I've lived for this long, I don't...

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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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