Cutting And The Cutter

The Cutter

A razor

slices through

the thin sheet

and red syrup

begins to flow

down the swivel.

Cut

Cut into your wrist

watch the skin peel back

and the flesh separate

as blood begins to ooze

from the severed vein.

Watch the tension

you release today

become regret

and misery

tomorrow.

Cutter

A young girl

alone

in her room

enjoying the tingling sensation

at her wrist.

Nobody knows.

Cutting

Red droplets ooze

and drip.

The Recluse

Everyone has problems

and we see those problems

yet we still tend to trivialize the problems of others

while stressing and worrying over our own

making them all important.

We are filled with conceit

wanting to believe we are important.

The recluse locks himself away,

desiring seclusion; departure from the cares of the world.

Not wishing to socialize with others,

each seeking companionship,

while repeating the same old

political, religious, and trivial discussions

that have been recited countless times before,

each person believing to have insight

that others do not.

The recluse sees this and wants no part in it,

but prefers solitude unpolluted

by trivialities and false wisdom.

Sounds can be pleasant yet

silence is preferable to unpleasant noise.