Razor Blades

Razor blades cutting
on chalkboards and mirrors
to give the wrists a breather
and instill more fears,
shrills so loud and vivid
curling with blood,
the rich red stream
becomes a flood.
The world is far too
harsh to be handled
as it is much easier
to allow a life to be dismantled.
Thoughts of a past life
that flashes before eyes
disorients the scene
hidden in weeds and lies.
The mind briefly tries
to focus on the thoughts
but instead decides to rest
as it has already fought.
Instead it will allow
ears to only listen
as scratches on the mirror,
in the dim light, glisten
and screeches of souls
past and already tormented
come to take another one
from a body, from a mind demented.

8 Lines

Do what you do
in these 8 simple lines
as I continue to
take what is mine.
Act as you will
or do what you won't
as dreams of mine you kill
leaving only fears you don't.

Open Wound

I'm going away
and you're response to me
is "I have nothing to say"
before I cross the country.
You are supposed to stand
up for what you love
and be the man
who will always rise above
what challenge may arise
or what fears we may face
instead of your act of surprise
as you are stuck in this place.

I am sick of your games
and your heart-string pulls
as you continue the act
to play me the fool.
I'm tired of the constant
disregard for my very being
as you pretend that
I don't have any feeling.
Instead of a fight
I will give you what you want:
an emptiness of loneliness
and a reality to haunt.
You can enjoy the fact
that I am now gone
out of your life
as I have moved on
but remember my joy
as you revel in your pain
with a hole in your heart
and an open wound remains.




A friend asked me to write a poem about her boyfriend's complacency and a lack of sense of urgency when it came to her leaving town.  She wanted something that said how she felt so this is what came from it (and she expressed gratitude for the poem speaking so closely to how she felt).