"Blade to skin/Pen to paper" A blade to skin, sharp and cold, A silent kiss, a story untold. It whispers pain with every slice, Drawing blood like ink from ice. The skin, so tender, bares its truth, Each mark a memory, each scar a proof. Like paper waiting for the pen, To write the words that shape the when. The pen to paper, soft yet firm, A dance of thought, a quiet squirm. Each stroke a choice, each word a plea, A line that stretches, setting free. The blade may cut, the skin may tear, But ink, once spilled, can linger there. Both leave traces, though they differ— One fades in time, the other withers. A blade to skin, a pen to page, Both write their stories, stage by stage. One in flesh, the other in thought, Both leave their marks, but both are sought.
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very good gal nice work
Thank you.
I love it. But you better not hurt urself🫂
this is really good! u should make more :)
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omg that's actually really good I like how descriptive you were I could almost imagine it
This poem is powerful and moving! ✨ The imagery of the blade and the pen is so vivid. 💔🖊️ Beautifully captures deep emotions and struggles. amazing job!!! <333
Omg I love this. Keep it up, and if you need a friend, I'm here
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THIS IS PEAK amazing writing oh my LORD
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