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(1st movement) razorblade kisses
by Andrew S Adams
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i am not afraid
of the razor blade.
it is unsettling,
the cool steel grazing my skin-
but i will not give in
to the fear.
why fear this;
there is inevitibility in death.
it is un-nerving to feel
the hot blood pouring down my hand,
but i refuse to fear.
why bother- in the end,
we all die.
i guess i'm starting to fear
the things i love-
in some cases
because it is the pain itself;
and in some cases
because of how deeply
i'm willing to let it sting.
it's just a razorblade kiss,
and if it goes french on me,
it will all be over soon.
but some shine of hope says quietly,
i'll still be here tomorrow.
some whisper tells me
that things will get better.
hell, it cant get much worse.
it could,
but chances are pointing away
from that particular fate;
i have yet to see.
but there is something held
in better tomorrows for me.
i'm not afraid
of the razor blade.
i'm just shaking in fear
when that blade gets near
my arms while grasped
in my desperate hand.
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12/29/2002 Author's Note: seeing as this is my most popular piece, i feel i should tell you that when i wrote it, i never intended it to be a poem. this first movement (as well as the second and third, which can be found in the archives) was actually part of a 3-fold journal entry i wrote. edited 5/26/03 with some criticism in mind
Posted on 12/29/2002
Copyright © 2024 Andrew S Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christina Bruno on 12/30/02 at 06:26 AM wow..only 16? such a genius...beautiful title |
| Posted by Kate Donovan on 03/10/03 at 03:09 AM this takes me to my own desperate nights and weak moments... you took the words right out of my mouth. |
| Posted by Lindsay Sanders on 03/13/03 at 08:39 PM great poem. gives me chills just to read it! great job! |
| Posted by Graeme Fielden on 05/20/03 at 08:04 PM very dark...and very, very well expressed. I hope that you're no longer feeling this way |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 09/23/03 at 02:29 AM actually, its funny...i was thinking as i read this that it didn't sound like a poem...but it is serves its purpose nonetheless...wonderfully written... |
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