Submissions by knifesalesmen
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
The Life and Death of a Knife Salesman
Living in the sea
When I'm more of a freshwater fish
Moving against the current,
Setting the curve just to watch everyone else fall off
Oh God, I wish I could believe
Fate had a plan for me,
But boy oh boy, it better happen quickly
Before I take matters into my own hands
and ruin any source of plans that life had for me.
I'm running out of options,
And I've lost all feeling.
I'm numb to the point where I don't even talk anymore
If this is how it goes, then just take me now.
I am nothing if not a little brighter than the common lights.
I...
When I'm more of a freshwater fish
Moving against the current,
Setting the curve just to watch everyone else fall off
Oh God, I wish I could believe
Fate had a plan for me,
But boy oh boy, it better happen quickly
Before I take matters into my own hands
and ruin any source of plans that life had for me.
I'm running out of options,
And I've lost all feeling.
I'm numb to the point where I don't even talk anymore
If this is how it goes, then just take me now.
I am nothing if not a little brighter than the common lights.
I...
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The Tomorrow People
Confound it, sandman!
Trouble has poisoned the plains of the dreamland.
I fear it's impossible to get a goodnights sleep anymore.
Little cursed children lingering around my ankles,
gnawing and biting until my bones splinter and collapse underneath me.
What are we fighting for?
Was it all in vain or was it a trick
in order to boost my efforts of having a little hope?
Am I just a darkening void, collapsing and breaking,
sucking everyone up as I implode and meet my maker?
I am to you what garbage is to me,
You simply chose to move me.
I am now...
Trouble has poisoned the plains of the dreamland.
I fear it's impossible to get a goodnights sleep anymore.
Little cursed children lingering around my ankles,
gnawing and biting until my bones splinter and collapse underneath me.
What are we fighting for?
Was it all in vain or was it a trick
in order to boost my efforts of having a little hope?
Am I just a darkening void, collapsing and breaking,
sucking everyone up as I implode and meet my maker?
I am to you what garbage is to me,
You simply chose to move me.
I am now...
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Virtual Realty.
A one way ticket on the magic train,
climbing aboard and getting your flesh picked off nice and clean.
A consequence is the outcome of living the dream,
and boy, did we make it,
Making it out by the skin of my teeth.
I barely knew who my friends ever were.
I merely listened in pretending to pay attention
I have no motives anymore,
my moral code has turned rogue and I'm afraid of my own inner demons.
Thank the lord that you're not here to see it.
Spinning the axis, assuming the position,
Leaving you to assume the worst has happened,
that tables...
climbing aboard and getting your flesh picked off nice and clean.
A consequence is the outcome of living the dream,
and boy, did we make it,
Making it out by the skin of my teeth.
I barely knew who my friends ever were.
I merely listened in pretending to pay attention
I have no motives anymore,
my moral code has turned rogue and I'm afraid of my own inner demons.
Thank the lord that you're not here to see it.
Spinning the axis, assuming the position,
Leaving you to assume the worst has happened,
that tables...
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Better Dead Than Sorry
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Gertrude's Hawk.
shallow incompetence.
Wallow in self doubt.
drown at the edge of the shore.
sharks won't even get to me on time.
I'll be rotten by then.
Corosive acid in my margarita
I'm afraid to sleep in the dark alone
Even though I'm not afraid to die anymore.
Wallow in self doubt.
drown at the edge of the shore.
sharks won't even get to me on time.
I'll be rotten by then.
Corosive acid in my margarita
I'm afraid to sleep in the dark alone
Even though I'm not afraid to die anymore.
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Explosive Personality
How embarrassing it must have been
To have left in a straight jacket
Maybe our destinies were not connected
A landslide of doubt pulls me under
and I'm overwhelmed
Harder than a rock, I'm beside myself
Lips lock and continue to push me away.
Assembling together,
forming a new wave establishment
created to destroy an awfully old regime
There's nothing new about this town
There's nothing to fear about death
Our fury will be their undoing
To have left in a straight jacket
Maybe our destinies were not connected
A landslide of doubt pulls me under
and I'm overwhelmed
Harder than a rock, I'm beside myself
Lips lock and continue to push me away.
Assembling together,
forming a new wave establishment
created to destroy an awfully old regime
There's nothing new about this town
There's nothing to fear about death
Our fury will be their undoing
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...And the Thunder Followed
Make waves, spend your money on sovereign planes
Jet set on landing in a foreign place
Midlevel runways fit for space
Trajectory changes according to each target's face
The strength of a man that has burdened the airwaves
Precision ran clear but his aim needs some practice
Cutting up carpets to hide all the stains
Waste not want not give way to the chains
Broken language of misery speaks of small voices erased.
Jet set on landing in a foreign place
Midlevel runways fit for space
Trajectory changes according to each target's face
The strength of a man that has burdened the airwaves
Precision ran clear but his aim needs some practice
Cutting up carpets to hide all the stains
Waste not want not give way to the chains
Broken language of misery speaks of small voices erased.
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Birds
A hotel not used for months now on the edge of town
a summer skate park that has long since been run down
the cutting edge of the winter's rage
The last laughs given at a breakfast in bed's opening day
an old wive's tale that has become so much more
Underneath the city
Underneath the earth
The fading light of what was and could be one day
Is dying alone in the dirt
a summer skate park that has long since been run down
the cutting edge of the winter's rage
The last laughs given at a breakfast in bed's opening day
an old wive's tale that has become so much more
Underneath the city
Underneath the earth
The fading light of what was and could be one day
Is dying alone in the dirt
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Dancing with a Dead Guy
The body will not be forgiven
A useless lie is brought on by popular demand
Obscurity is but a bitter trend
Obscenity is really where it's at
Monster monster, where have you been?
I've begged for you to show yourself.
Monster monster, did I do something bad?
Have I become a prisoner,
a slave for you to feast upon?
Or another creation of my own uncertainty?
This life is ridiculously short, yet I still ask why
Give me a reason to keep my knife at bay
Give me a reason to keep the beast in slumber
Hopefully I won't have to reunite
with the...
A useless lie is brought on by popular demand
Obscurity is but a bitter trend
Obscenity is really where it's at
Monster monster, where have you been?
I've begged for you to show yourself.
Monster monster, did I do something bad?
Have I become a prisoner,
a slave for you to feast upon?
Or another creation of my own uncertainty?
This life is ridiculously short, yet I still ask why
Give me a reason to keep my knife at bay
Give me a reason to keep the beast in slumber
Hopefully I won't have to reunite
with the...
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Shots Fired
You've been dead to us for so long,
but that doesn't mean you can stomp us into your dirt.
And now someone's latching onto the back pockets of my favorite pair of jeans
Inside of myself I feel a constant burning,
a kindling flame screaming words like
FIRE and ERROR
Purest hate runs through my veins
My eyelids are not what they had been a long time ago.
Regrets are best left hanging on the coat rack,
put them back on when you're headed for the door
I've got a six shooter and some rusted over wedding rings,
Seven whole reasons for you to leave the...
but that doesn't mean you can stomp us into your dirt.
And now someone's latching onto the back pockets of my favorite pair of jeans
Inside of myself I feel a constant burning,
a kindling flame screaming words like
FIRE and ERROR
Purest hate runs through my veins
My eyelids are not what they had been a long time ago.
Regrets are best left hanging on the coat rack,
put them back on when you're headed for the door
I've got a six shooter and some rusted over wedding rings,
Seven whole reasons for you to leave the...
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Witnesses
We were young at heart, but stupid just below the skin
A courage used is a conscience abused.
Driving off the edge to end it all,
we're through with the life we've had handed to each of us.
My bed-side manner could use a little advancement
My bitter ruse is nothing more than what I've been known for
I live right next to an empty house,
I'd like to raze it to the ground, breathe in the smoke,
Keep a souvenir, then burn the other empty one to the left of it.
Look how happy you are when I use a louder voice.
Look how happy you are around a certain other...
A courage used is a conscience abused.
Driving off the edge to end it all,
we're through with the life we've had handed to each of us.
My bed-side manner could use a little advancement
My bitter ruse is nothing more than what I've been known for
I live right next to an empty house,
I'd like to raze it to the ground, breathe in the smoke,
Keep a souvenir, then burn the other empty one to the left of it.
Look how happy you are when I use a louder voice.
Look how happy you are around a certain other...
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Tick Tick Tick
Propaganda artists beware
Clocks living off the eyes of the ones who made them.
A marriage broken leaves a fortress of solitude
that hasn't been used in years.
Even if the church falls through, the beams will give us shelter.
We lost hope, we've lost sleep and now we're gonna lose it all.
Visit the angel and let him know of the curse
he sent coming for you.
Do we burn once we learn of the emptiness that has always been choking us up?
Do we let things go once we hear of the clock keeping tabs on when we take our last breath?
Lesson learned, my faith is...
Clocks living off the eyes of the ones who made them.
A marriage broken leaves a fortress of solitude
that hasn't been used in years.
Even if the church falls through, the beams will give us shelter.
We lost hope, we've lost sleep and now we're gonna lose it all.
Visit the angel and let him know of the curse
he sent coming for you.
Do we burn once we learn of the emptiness that has always been choking us up?
Do we let things go once we hear of the clock keeping tabs on when we take our last breath?
Lesson learned, my faith is...
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