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Razorblade Poems - Poems about Razorblade


Razorblade

with a razor I crop and cut away 
all signifiers of my birth name 
so i can finally let my hips sway

prickly pits and nasty days
of dreading dance, searing shame
with a razor; I crop and cut away

what urges you to hiss at me?
how I dare defy nature so seductively?
i have. to let my hips sway

es beware of
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Categories: razorblade, body, depression, discrimination, gender,
Form: Villanelle

Razorblade

Razorblade


Shot a rebel through the heart.
Cancer kills but life is art.
You tried to put a stop to all that we are,
But we are too hot to handle; you can’t grab hold of a star.


Fire your guns; I’m invincible.
Speak your words; I’ve heard them all before.
Condemn a man for condemning your war.
You will never stop what
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Categories: razorblade, anger, conflict, dark, death,
Form: I do not know?



Heart-Shaped Razorblade

i live no more, out of the veins, and onto the floor, 
blood drains from me, from this life, 
my life i shell live no more.

deepest cuts with a dull razorblade, 
the blissful sight of the redness in which i lay, 
the smell of the unpurity, and frightened souls, 
the darkness in which falls over
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Categories: razorblade, childhood, confusion, death, depression,
Form: I do not know?

Razorblade Ballet

Once upon a sadness, 
               The darkness came to play
           And the children of the blood 
              
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Categories: razorblade, sad
Form: Free verse

Razorblade Death

Falling,

In a down ward flare,
	
	
Falling,

Spiraling to the cold hard ground,

		
Falling,

As all animals and creatures are sedate,


			Falling,

A cold dark glare,


Falling,

Is all I see as I hit the ground with a big loud pound,

	Falling,


To the edge of a blade,


		Falling,


To a razor blade death.
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Categories: razorblade, death, faith, friendship, mystery,
Form: I do not know?



Razorblade Rainbow (Or Some Better Title)

i feel like i'm dying & never end up dead.
someday, i will write to you in the colors of myself;
the flaking rust of dried blood,
the purple of deep bruises & passion, 
one from the other.
& somewhere near the center,
the shocking blue of the brightest flame 
& the truest green, 
to prove that even pain is
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Categories: razorblade, introspection, life, on writing
Form: Blank verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry