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