Short Knifes Poems
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~ JUDGEMENT ~
~~ teeth deep in the ground
~~~ alligator skin like knifes
~~~~~~ listening to lies
This black deviants in my mind knifes at the fragile white shell of my control. While this angel of light whispers merciless nature in my ear teasing me. 2/1/07
Bright red fur
gleaming in the sun like a wild fire
its gold eye are like amber in the sun
its teeth like knifes
digging in the dirt
This creature
is a fox.
Knifes out pointed at us,
Surrounded
Spears out,
To hunt us down,
Build your pyre,
Light the fire,
Screams.
You hold your knife at me,
But I’m not your meal,
You just needed fresh meat.
Eyes water up,
Flowing through my veins,
Thoughts of anger, and tears of pain.
Running from these lies,
Saying my goodbyes,
Every word cuts me like knifes.
Stay right here,
And there will be no more fear.
Sugar and spice
**** that ****,
Voodoo doll's and knifes,
Why be nice?
I already know that i'm a *****!!!
Come here,
Closer,
I'll let you in on a little secret,
I just don't give a flying ****!!!!
NICE?
You can keep that,
MEAN?
Yes that's me!!!
power trips
veins pulse
your tongue slips
sharp words
mumbled curse
fist
face
blood traced
knifes
veins lost
eyes rolling
back of your head
siren blowing
cops dead
racing forward
lead
snaps the air
bridge water
life without a care
Form:
blunt open razor
shaving atoms off my face
pimples are irksome
i’ve had a terrible day
as cogs appear through my jaw
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What else is there to say
I’m stuck in a nightmare
On repeat
And it keeps going
Yet time is slower -
You took it with you
Time doesn’t make sense
Left us in the dark
Unable to feel you
A knifes stabbed in my chest
And I feel my heart throbbing
This life became a goddam mess
I walk on knife's just to
Survive, while needle and
Tread in my head trying to
Fix myself to be perfect,
But the monster in my head
Just decides to cut and tear
It all apart. I just want to leave
I just want it all to end , so instea
I just keep walking on the knifes in my
Head hopeing one day it'll cut me dead
Form:
Little ones gone
house gone
husband gone
life gone
dreams discarded
they tell me run along
I leave my homeland with a song
one day
I may be old
I will come back to die
with my family buried long ago
never forgotten
one day, there will be a dance
to tell this story
of slaughter, knifes and thieves
In the darkness of my closet
I lay on my back...crying
Orange Handled knife in my hand...heart racing
Shapeless emotions coursings through my mind
Tear drops...salty salty tear drops fill my ears
Cold Sharpe knife prickes my already damaged skin
My closed eyes pop open
The knifes drops to the floor immediately
The front door opened
...mom came home
I didn't cut that night
Thanks mom.
Form:
The loves that lost or lingers on
to tempt fair heart with faintest song.
The small remnants of primal pain
that rise and rise over again.
Seeking so to immerse absorb
the core of oneness ego’s formed.
One is whole sum yet two can tear
many fine souls hold out in fear.
Loves reward when shared by two
teeters on a knifes edge of cold blue.
We hold hands with broken fingers
torn and grasping lovers linger.
What is happening to our youth of today
Taking knifes and guns with them when going out to play.
Standing on street corners faces hidden by a hood
Drinking alcohol taking drugs and up to no good
But there are a lot of children who live a normal life
But how safe are our children from a killer with a knife
So parents be vigilant and help them to survive.
And with luck when they go out the will stay alive.
Kitchen berated glass cups and saucers
While in the dishwasher metal forks spoons knifes
Soaking and scrubbing is not an option
Just throw away the utensils
Crushing the ceramic and glass china smashing it to bits
And pieces turning it from plates saucers bowls
Crushing, smashing them into find sand
There ain't no running water no ways
Broken Dishes
5/11/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021
I have a knife at my throat,
but I'm to scared to use it,
I can't do it,
I can't take life,
a rope is to suffering,
I can't take the jump,
I can't take this life,
but I still can't live it,
I want to die,
but I can't,
I'm to scared,
why can't I take my life,
the knifes in my hand,
at my throat,
but I can't make the cut,
I can't die this way,
I can't jump,
with this rope around my neck,
I can't take this life,
can you take it for me?
dripping
from his
book of poems
bleeding red petals
from too many
crumpled roses
he thought he never
found his love
morning sun
stretches
through his window
pounds the face
of the Peloncillos
early birds
from
empty trees
reach out
while a parade of
sighs
knifes down the road
he tried not to
write her into
his stitched-up
Frankenstein
heart
poor baby
another
crumpled rose
bleeding
from his book of poems
I am a young girl
Who suffered a lot in this world
Problems never ended in my life
Bad dreams of tears and knifes
I’m just one of those girls
Who dealt a lot in this world
That you can say smiles a lot
But inside been through more than enough
Been around to speak her mind
Wouldn’t leave someone important behind
Yep, I’m that girl
One of millions of people in this world
And I have a story
I hope one day it’s a memorable glory
Hands like the quivering branches of a tree
Waving in the wind
Waving to the sound of the violin
Scars of history become unmasked
As her sword comes out for evening play
Drum beats and heart depletes
Eyes that pierce
Like silver knifes through my heart
She dances around my lingering thoughts
Day and night a string of nightmares begin
Of a musical love and notes that ring
I wonder what may have been
If she let me play her violin
Pupils trace the movements
Of the Dancers fluid turns
From where they sit untouched
Since Creator joined concern
The head rests ever quiet
Awaiting measured hands
Grant features to the sunset sky
As Creator fails to stand
Unspoken words wait on lines
Of abandoned notebook page
Knifes do dull, pencils sharpens
Yet Creator locks the cage
Corpses strewn across the room
Blue blood of time stains teeth
Gruesome grin meets tired eyes
Kill Creator in their sleep.
I hate you, whoever you are,
I hope your hit by a car.
I hate you, you took my heart,
When you took his life before it got to start.
I hate you, for taking him away,
And haunting my life with that day.
I hate you, its all your fault,
I hope you feel a knifes assault.
I hate you, for doing this to me,
I hope your torment you'll never be free.
I hate you, everything you are,
I hope your doomed to a hell afar.
I hate you ooh so much,
I hope you feel deaths touch.
Form:
I'm not ashamed
Not today
to say that I've walked astray
From a life paved in pain
Empty halls filled with screams
Veins that bleed like forest creeks
The wood floor creaks
Knifes and the bleach
The demons screaming in me
Wanting release
Something horrific like you've never seen
My shadow even runs from me
Come back let's play I need to squeeze
The last breath from you
You will ever breathe
The darkness inside me
It just wants to love somebody