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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: Reflection on the Important Things