Submissions by knifesalesmen
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Space, and Other Miracles.
Pass me along, like a stone in the water.
Call off the search.
I'm in too deep,
I don't wish for anyone to bother.
I know you've been done with me.
I know you don't miss me.
If we could just be
Different people then what we were,
we'd have a different life,
And I'd get along with myself easily.
You buried our love, and hid every shovel in town.
I've traveled the world, learning techniques
on how to dig using my fingernails.
It's no wonder I forgot where it's buried.
I never paid much attention and I apologize.
Call off the search.
I'm in too deep,
I don't wish for anyone to bother.
I know you've been done with me.
I know you don't miss me.
If we could just be
Different people then what we were,
we'd have a different life,
And I'd get along with myself easily.
You buried our love, and hid every shovel in town.
I've traveled the world, learning techniques
on how to dig using my fingernails.
It's no wonder I forgot where it's buried.
I never paid much attention and I apologize.
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Unholy Black Flame.
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A Dark, Disposable Unit
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A Struggling Storm.
I fear a change is coming to fruition.
Call me crazy,
call me prophetic,
I call it plain old intuition.
The end of the world will hit us hard.
And now I'm bouncing back,
tripping hard on where my responsibilities land.
I was born with nothing but a sharper tongue.
Rotting from the inside out,
I'm troubled and willing to lend another's hand
at the slightest chance.
I will not be subjected to criminal abuse.
A flash of who I used to know pierces the sun
And now I'm not listening to a single thing you say
Because we've become fourteen...
Call me crazy,
call me prophetic,
I call it plain old intuition.
The end of the world will hit us hard.
And now I'm bouncing back,
tripping hard on where my responsibilities land.
I was born with nothing but a sharper tongue.
Rotting from the inside out,
I'm troubled and willing to lend another's hand
at the slightest chance.
I will not be subjected to criminal abuse.
A flash of who I used to know pierces the sun
And now I'm not listening to a single thing you say
Because we've become fourteen...
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The Death of a Prized Cow pt 3
Moving at the speed of sound,
Hoping the lies I make up along the path won't slow me down.
And I wonder where I've been this time,
As I black out again, drowning in my selfish confines
I am left with nothing, and nothing is left with me.
We are born in sin, and by God, it's what I am hoping to be buried in.
Morning sun, here it comes, all at once
And now a sharp sensation's taking over
I am awake once again, listening to the world as a whole,
Letting it get the best of what had almost been a pretty good kid.
It takes too long to say goodbye, ...
Hoping the lies I make up along the path won't slow me down.
And I wonder where I've been this time,
As I black out again, drowning in my selfish confines
I am left with nothing, and nothing is left with me.
We are born in sin, and by God, it's what I am hoping to be buried in.
Morning sun, here it comes, all at once
And now a sharp sensation's taking over
I am awake once again, listening to the world as a whole,
Letting it get the best of what had almost been a pretty good kid.
It takes too long to say goodbye, ...
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Sculptures Made of Skin
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Andes Undone (The First Appearance)
Singular veins rust over time.
A heart is bound by the things it likes.
If time means nothing, then we live to die.
In the desert, swimming through miles of sand.
The heat turns it to glass, and I'm cut all over.
If only these lines in my skin could retrace my steps
I'd know exactly how to get home again.
It didn't take long until the army caught on.
They practically tasted my sweat from miles away.
Prisoners of war are victims of decay,
and now I'm failing to see the point.
Wash your hands with the dirt,
spend some time pretending that it...
A heart is bound by the things it likes.
If time means nothing, then we live to die.
In the desert, swimming through miles of sand.
The heat turns it to glass, and I'm cut all over.
If only these lines in my skin could retrace my steps
I'd know exactly how to get home again.
It didn't take long until the army caught on.
They practically tasted my sweat from miles away.
Prisoners of war are victims of decay,
and now I'm failing to see the point.
Wash your hands with the dirt,
spend some time pretending that it...
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Being Confronted by the Combine
In the end, there was only sadness
Soon to be drenched in the stench of war.
We are on the border of breaking fast.
Enveloped in pain, we are needling and prying and we've been contained.
This dome is a prison, and we've accepted this.
Life is not worth living if we've been cast down to live as a bargaining chip.
We don't negotiate with terrorists.
From the beginning to the end,
We will be the decider of our own endeavors.
Surely you should be aware of the threat of a community burdened.
An enemy of my enemy is a well-respected, if not an unstoppable...
Soon to be drenched in the stench of war.
We are on the border of breaking fast.
Enveloped in pain, we are needling and prying and we've been contained.
This dome is a prison, and we've accepted this.
Life is not worth living if we've been cast down to live as a bargaining chip.
We don't negotiate with terrorists.
From the beginning to the end,
We will be the decider of our own endeavors.
Surely you should be aware of the threat of a community burdened.
An enemy of my enemy is a well-respected, if not an unstoppable...
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A Friendship Thrown to the Birds.
Are you aware we once shared the same breath?
A foreign time before we walked apart in distant lands.
My life has been Hell because I lost my ability to forget.
And by God, if these hands haven’t shook away any memories we’ve let slide right past.
The trouble with love is accepting an end.
The trouble with life is accepting our death.
A home once known is now a foreign place where we’ve never ever been,
and as your life flashes before my eyes, I shout to the darkness,
I long to live there again.
A foreign time before we walked apart in distant lands.
My life has been Hell because I lost my ability to forget.
And by God, if these hands haven’t shook away any memories we’ve let slide right past.
The trouble with love is accepting an end.
The trouble with life is accepting our death.
A home once known is now a foreign place where we’ve never ever been,
and as your life flashes before my eyes, I shout to the darkness,
I long to live there again.
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The Day Nobody Died.
I don’t want to end up a cloudy set of eyes in the corner of the room
But this migraine’s getting worse
What is the sensation I’m feeling at the tips of my fingers?
Was it love, or was this something to kickstart the end of days?
I’m a matter of life or death no one ever wants to speak about.
I’m a former lover in a sea of romance that keeps itself too cold to swim in,
and I’m also running out of metaphors to explain that I broke your heart.
Keep up appearances that you died doing what you loved.
Your reputation proceeds you as always.
I’m a cursed spirit...
But this migraine’s getting worse
What is the sensation I’m feeling at the tips of my fingers?
Was it love, or was this something to kickstart the end of days?
I’m a matter of life or death no one ever wants to speak about.
I’m a former lover in a sea of romance that keeps itself too cold to swim in,
and I’m also running out of metaphors to explain that I broke your heart.
Keep up appearances that you died doing what you loved.
Your reputation proceeds you as always.
I’m a cursed spirit...
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The Rise and Fall of a Powerful Business Executive.
I'm kind of being persistent
But there's no need for the abuse
so kindly take your opinions and go
to the other room
I'm less of what you forgot about,
and about twice as bad as you knew.
So hurry up and pace the halls
like we all know you love to do.
I'm sorry dear,
but surely you should have seen the way
he treated you.
By now you must be convinced
it's all your fault he's with someone new.
Don't bother writing screenplays, you're living a life that's staged
Call me crazy one more time and I'll fashion a toilet out of your grave...
But there's no need for the abuse
so kindly take your opinions and go
to the other room
I'm less of what you forgot about,
and about twice as bad as you knew.
So hurry up and pace the halls
like we all know you love to do.
I'm sorry dear,
but surely you should have seen the way
he treated you.
By now you must be convinced
it's all your fault he's with someone new.
Don't bother writing screenplays, you're living a life that's staged
Call me crazy one more time and I'll fashion a toilet out of your grave...
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Unwritten Rules of the Road.
I hardly go anywhere without a raining cloud over my head.
I pace the floors I walk on,
shouting inside while I seem to just physically dry right out.
These fragile bones have been vacant, and my eyes have grown to be distant.
She doesn't write anymore.
I pace the floors I walk on,
shouting inside while I seem to just physically dry right out.
These fragile bones have been vacant, and my eyes have grown to be distant.
She doesn't write anymore.
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