critch the chocolate puppy 980907
angie bleed 990208
I wish not to say shines brightly in my hands 990330
Amber is beautiful, bold and most kind of heart. 990330
deb he
was my
frantic boy crush
with no vision
to hold the gaze
of i
wanting love
misstree cut up

use you
like i knife
to peel back the skin
and leave me raw.

layers of day-to-day dust
that muffle each movement
are ripped away
as passion's edge digs deeper.

the bittersweet sting
and scarlet pinpricks
welling on flesh not meant to taste air
refresh the sensations of life,

and even after the blade is gone,
the scarlet rivers quietly dried,
and the sharp bite faded to a darker aching,

i will pick at the scab
and remember
how you cut me.

Copyright 2000, Dead Tree Inc.
stan Superb 000806
stan even better the third time 000806
zavyman My friend, my friend he's got a knife
A statement from his former life
When he was easy but alone
Beside him was an empty throne
But what of silver silken blade
Affix his gaze, his features staid
Grasps the handle, clips the cable
One steps up, sits at his table
My friend, my friend, he's got a knife
My friend, my friend, he's got a wife

My friend, my friend, the clever ruse
Persuasion through his thoughts peruse
A hidden relic from his past
That wasn't there when he looked last
He feels it ticking like a bomb
Feeding fear, assaulting calm
Takes the object, starts the game
Moves closer to the flame

My friend, my friend, the clever ruse
My friend, my friend, he lights the fuse

My friend, my friend, he's got a knife
My friend, my friend, he's got a knife
My friend, my friend, he's got a knife

---Phish - My Friend My Friend
Sincerely spoon: Oh, I wish I were something else for a day.
It is not as if I am discontent or even pining to live any other life than my own.
I know, spoons are sexy, but for one day.....
just one, I would like to be a knife.
I want to cut deep and smile like I know more than you think. I want to be respected and feared.

just give me one day...
nemo my knife it's sharp and chrome
come see inside my bones
all of the fiends are on the block
I'm the new king
I taste the queen
in here we are all anemic
in here anemic and sweet
so go get your knife
and come in
so go get your knife
and lay down
so go get your knife now kiss me
I can float here forever
in this room we can't touch
the floor in here
we're all anemic
in here anemic and sweet so
birdmad twist this brittle blade lodged just short of my heart

break away too close to remove

and everytime i feel this way, the sharp sting deep within, in a place where there are no nerves

just serves to remind
optic discretion I like knives ... they make my food bite size. 020119
Grievance Charcoal and Rain poured over each other in the cathedral. Charcoal grasped the memories slippling through Rains tranlucent soul, and Rain never managed to feel again, letting the knife slip slowly through Charcoal, killing all her grief, killing all her sanction, redemtion...
Rain walked out of the cathedral and left all of her sanctuary's behind her, and embraced the tempest that made her.
pat sajak the chocolate puppy 020701
sylvia plath i took up the silver knife and cracked off the cap of my egg. then i put down the knife and looked at it. i tried to think what i had loved knives for, but my mind slipped from the noose of the thought and swung, like a bird, in the center of empty air. 020912
Altar Mack certainly was a big one. 030119
Stephanie cold, heartless, beautiful, terrifying.. so beautiful... It shines in the darkness, catches the light and reflects it around the room... reflects my face, my eyes... my soul. Double bladed - two edged. Trust not. Trust all. 030520
birdmad the line on my forehead needs a touch-up 030520
Caxton I picked up the I looked at the blade.
And something inside me tells me I should have stayed.
Four months have passed, and I haven't been here.
I think this was something that I always did fear.
Millions of words, and thousands of thoughts..
Something has died, from the blood and the clots.
Sliver and slender, the pain that I feel.
Cold and inviting, the death that is real.
Black eyes of stone, and my insides are gone.
This coffin I'm in...and the pain I brought on.
going nowhere and i find it kinda funny, i find it kinda sad... the dreams in which im dieing are the best iv ever had.
to bleed is to be alive, and to be alive is to bleed.

...what else is there. it makes me laugh at myself. it makes me drowsey... but tomoro it makes me stupid.
  push it in between the ribs

and now, since i can't scream or cry

twist it.
Tenra that first cut
slicing down my arm
that sweet release from the bonds
you tied to me
and the bright burnished knife
i hold in my hand
as i taste freedom.
what's it to you?
who go