The blade is sharp and silver. Blood drips from it’s shining edge; it’s victim will stop bleeding soon, and then… never again.
Koa
knife blood cut driping, stinging pain. The clean slick sliding through the skin and tendons, the searing turning to a dull throb. the pain replaced with euphoria
lila
The grass was so new and fresh, each blade separated from its neighbor. Crisp, bright, clean. The smell was intoxicating.
Chrissy
it cuts the crass grass in the heart of my leafy innards. Who says that people can’t smile in the fall? All tall, no plow now sow. I can’t say what he said that time. Too much fertilizer. I sink into the earth.
Hannah Martins
something that is sharp and could hurt you , something you want to stay away from and avoid. can be very useful in situations . Something that sounds risky and scary.
lataia lajoie
Anxiety is the blade that slices at my innards when it sneaks up on me. Crazy feeling and thoughts that cannot be tamed, even when I try with all my might. Free-flowing anxiety, a mystery to us all, but not my insides.
kmec
ninjas use blades each and every day. it is the prefered tool to take out a target. there are throwing blades, short blades, broad blades, daggers, even throwing stars are considered blades. all these blades, and more, are one of the main things that make ninjas so effective. without the blade, the ninja would be limited in what he could do to make a kill. it is possible, but a ninja has an easier time with the blade
jeffrey brice
The smallest of the blade shops was the most impressive thing he’d ever seen. There were blades littering the walls, each one more magnificent than the last. The cyclops turned and grinned. I bet you’ve never imagined one being could make thesse by himself.
Elije
The blade was as cold as the moonlight on the frigid winter waves of the sea, flashing with an ominous, murderous intent. One would suppose that, beautiful as it was, it would also be as sharp, but instead the blade was dull with a thin, grimy layer of red rust caking
emilee
Goes on a hilt and can save lives and destroy them as well. Can cut metaphorically and literally, can be sharper than a knife but duller than a sharp tongue.
Marcel
As the silver blade kisses the layers of my skin blood trickles from the open slits like muddy water drips from a rusting pipe.
Backed up emotions struggling to reach the surface.
I lay here on the floor with the bright lights beckoning to me:
Ahmani D.
While my car was spinning out of control toward the ground the only thing I remember seeing was my windshield washer blade flying over the roof.
noodles
Blades are used on hockey skates. My brother plays hockey. I enjoy going to watch his games. I only go to the games that are at the Ice House because it’s so close to me. I don’t like driving far because im not a good driver.
kody
cold is the blade that cuts through the hair, silver is the steel that composes the blade. bright is the light that shines off the blade. sharp is the edge of the cold steel blade.
rw
A blade of justice, such a profound word, justice. people impose their own versions of justice upon you through whatever means neccessary. through the strong fist of law enforcement or the bitter regin of religion.
Goobs
Blade. He kills vampires in a movie, right? He was pretty badass. Stabbing vampires and killing stuff. Blade. Why this word? I can’t think about anything except for vampires.
berto
Blade. So clean and bright, lovely. The sharp edge caught the light, flashing silver and deadly. The physical embodiment of death, held within the thin bit of metal. It caught the light before plunging downward.
Cierna
I like to think that the blade of life is humour. Cutting through the bullshit! More tha art, more than philosphy it has helped man see things in a different light.
Joshua Chasney
knife will cut your face without seeing your smile and you are able to resist temptation and love and hate without pity or joy. remail calm as it slices your face and rips your shirt and limbs from limb and you will find that you are strong and weak and brave and scared.
CPao
i need you like a blade against my throat, in essence not at all. but i want you. your hands are cold against my warm skin, pressing ever so slightly against the exposed palette of my neck – my heart racing faster with each daring second.
foxx
the blade of grass swayed in the west winds as i longed for my past to change. i knew the blade was simple and beautiful, much like how i longed for my life to be.
Allie Trig
The friend and foe of every government and civilization, the violence inherent in the use of the blade is used to renew. Yet, the blade itself never changes; it only drifts through time. It occasionally has different shapes and forms, but is always intrinsically the same. The world we live in changes, cycling around the blade of human belief.
melissa
I remember watching late night tv shows in my youth where they sold blades. The guy selling the blades was always far too drunk to be speaking and he just kind of mumbled in a southern accent. It was always beautiful and entertaining. Oh how it felt to be a young Missoui girl.
Mary Kohler
i cut myself with the blade of time
and all i can say that was on my mind
was you suspended in eternity
but that was then and this is me
i fell so hard, i fell so fast
i never thought that it could last
but you changed my mind and hid my knife
healed my wound and fixed my life
Suzanne Hirt
you see i don’t really give a shit about knives. like, i’ve been in boy scouts for almost what now, seven years? i’ve seen minor cuts at most, and the kids who really hurt themselves are retarded. everyone needs to chill out about knives, and started getting concerned about our second amendent rights which stipulate that we can have guns whenever we want.
Noah
sharp as a human toungue my emotions are cut.
I am lying in with blood flowing in my skin.
blad can cut your skin, toungue can cut your soul.
peter
Fine craftsmanship but dull. Handy in a total war. Well, until the add muskets. And bows. And spears.
I guess, not really. oh well. that’s the word I get to write about. Blades of glory? lame movie.
mk
His blade fell against the rock. Sparks flew as the foe struck his armor. If only his accursed sword hadn’t weighed so much. Perhaps then he might be able to create the finishing strike and end the duel with honour in tact.
Aage Crow
He draws his blade. Long and straight and sharp, it whispers of the carnage it will cause on some other’s flesh. It forms an extension of his arm, and embodiment of righteous, manly fury, or so it must be, if it can have a purpose other than the terrible.
T.B.
The blade is a tool; a weapon; a work of art. A piece of bone, wood, metal, or shimmering light (join the Dark Side!). The blade is always ready, always thirsty, always sharp despite how dull it may seem. It always waits.
Tkot
you were playing with the new knife your girlfriend gave you as a present and absentmindedly cut yourself, you didnt want anyone to realize how absolutely stupid you were being so you lie..
bryan
The errant fool pulled the blade out of the amorphous jello monster
mappley
blade of a knife is so sharp. it makes you bleed with a simple slice. blood blood blood. a blade of grass is green. the movie blade kicked ass.
trish
The blade cut into the vampire’s skin. However, he didn’t bleed, the wound healed almost instantly, and instead he burst into flames. How was that possible? I have no idea.
Priscilla
blades blades blades,oh how they pierce you.They make you bleed,with their long silver or short sliver necks with beautifully designed handles.Midevil times used them,movies use them,kids use them but of course they use toy swords.
Kiddy
The blade was buried in my body. I could feel it- it had peirced my flesh, and I could feel my body fading around it. The pain was gone in an instant, and I gazed at the face of the one who had killed me. She grinned, a wicked smile on her lips. In just a few minutes my world would be done, and she would continue on. She would take all that had been mine. Darkness fell.
Sav
Cold steel dripping with the warm blood of the fallen. Battle had once been hard to face, but he had come to terms with what he was. A soldier. A creature of darkness. Damned.
Alex Bischoff
long it slides it flows it is in itself a world unstoppable it flies all time stops to notice its passage
josiah blalock
Blades hold not just the grass but the life of the user at hand. The blade can be not just the leaves of grass that we lay our heads in but also the blades of death that may come to slay us one day. As the slivers of human flesh decay by the lacerations of the razor, let us remember the small and mighty form that is the blade.
The blade is sharp and silver. Blood drips from it’s shining edge; it’s victim will stop bleeding soon, and then… never again.
knife blood cut driping, stinging pain. The clean slick sliding through the skin and tendons, the searing turning to a dull throb. the pain replaced with euphoria
The grass was so new and fresh, each blade separated from its neighbor. Crisp, bright, clean. The smell was intoxicating.
it cuts the crass grass in the heart of my leafy innards. Who says that people can’t smile in the fall? All tall, no plow now sow. I can’t say what he said that time. Too much fertilizer. I sink into the earth.
something that is sharp and could hurt you , something you want to stay away from and avoid. can be very useful in situations . Something that sounds risky and scary.
Anxiety is the blade that slices at my innards when it sneaks up on me. Crazy feeling and thoughts that cannot be tamed, even when I try with all my might. Free-flowing anxiety, a mystery to us all, but not my insides.
ninjas use blades each and every day. it is the prefered tool to take out a target. there are throwing blades, short blades, broad blades, daggers, even throwing stars are considered blades. all these blades, and more, are one of the main things that make ninjas so effective. without the blade, the ninja would be limited in what he could do to make a kill. it is possible, but a ninja has an easier time with the blade
The smallest of the blade shops was the most impressive thing he’d ever seen. There were blades littering the walls, each one more magnificent than the last. The cyclops turned and grinned. I bet you’ve never imagined one being could make thesse by himself.
The blade was as cold as the moonlight on the frigid winter waves of the sea, flashing with an ominous, murderous intent. One would suppose that, beautiful as it was, it would also be as sharp, but instead the blade was dull with a thin, grimy layer of red rust caking
Goes on a hilt and can save lives and destroy them as well. Can cut metaphorically and literally, can be sharper than a knife but duller than a sharp tongue.
As the silver blade kisses the layers of my skin blood trickles from the open slits like muddy water drips from a rusting pipe.
Backed up emotions struggling to reach the surface.
I lay here on the floor with the bright lights beckoning to me:
While my car was spinning out of control toward the ground the only thing I remember seeing was my windshield washer blade flying over the roof.
Blades are used on hockey skates. My brother plays hockey. I enjoy going to watch his games. I only go to the games that are at the Ice House because it’s so close to me. I don’t like driving far because im not a good driver.
cold is the blade that cuts through the hair, silver is the steel that composes the blade. bright is the light that shines off the blade. sharp is the edge of the cold steel blade.
A blade of justice, such a profound word, justice. people impose their own versions of justice upon you through whatever means neccessary. through the strong fist of law enforcement or the bitter regin of religion.
Blade. He kills vampires in a movie, right? He was pretty badass. Stabbing vampires and killing stuff. Blade. Why this word? I can’t think about anything except for vampires.
Blade. So clean and bright, lovely. The sharp edge caught the light, flashing silver and deadly. The physical embodiment of death, held within the thin bit of metal. It caught the light before plunging downward.
I like to think that the blade of life is humour. Cutting through the bullshit! More tha art, more than philosphy it has helped man see things in a different light.
knife will cut your face without seeing your smile and you are able to resist temptation and love and hate without pity or joy. remail calm as it slices your face and rips your shirt and limbs from limb and you will find that you are strong and weak and brave and scared.
i need you like a blade against my throat, in essence not at all. but i want you. your hands are cold against my warm skin, pressing ever so slightly against the exposed palette of my neck – my heart racing faster with each daring second.
the blade of grass swayed in the west winds as i longed for my past to change. i knew the blade was simple and beautiful, much like how i longed for my life to be.
The friend and foe of every government and civilization, the violence inherent in the use of the blade is used to renew. Yet, the blade itself never changes; it only drifts through time. It occasionally has different shapes and forms, but is always intrinsically the same. The world we live in changes, cycling around the blade of human belief.
I remember watching late night tv shows in my youth where they sold blades. The guy selling the blades was always far too drunk to be speaking and he just kind of mumbled in a southern accent. It was always beautiful and entertaining. Oh how it felt to be a young Missoui girl.
i cut myself with the blade of time
and all i can say that was on my mind
was you suspended in eternity
but that was then and this is me
i fell so hard, i fell so fast
i never thought that it could last
but you changed my mind and hid my knife
healed my wound and fixed my life
you see i don’t really give a shit about knives. like, i’ve been in boy scouts for almost what now, seven years? i’ve seen minor cuts at most, and the kids who really hurt themselves are retarded. everyone needs to chill out about knives, and started getting concerned about our second amendent rights which stipulate that we can have guns whenever we want.
sharp as a human toungue my emotions are cut.
I am lying in with blood flowing in my skin.
blad can cut your skin, toungue can cut your soul.
Fine craftsmanship but dull. Handy in a total war. Well, until the add muskets. And bows. And spears.
I guess, not really. oh well. that’s the word I get to write about. Blades of glory? lame movie.
His blade fell against the rock. Sparks flew as the foe struck his armor. If only his accursed sword hadn’t weighed so much. Perhaps then he might be able to create the finishing strike and end the duel with honour in tact.
He draws his blade. Long and straight and sharp, it whispers of the carnage it will cause on some other’s flesh. It forms an extension of his arm, and embodiment of righteous, manly fury, or so it must be, if it can have a purpose other than the terrible.
The blade is a tool; a weapon; a work of art. A piece of bone, wood, metal, or shimmering light (join the Dark Side!). The blade is always ready, always thirsty, always sharp despite how dull it may seem. It always waits.
you were playing with the new knife your girlfriend gave you as a present and absentmindedly cut yourself, you didnt want anyone to realize how absolutely stupid you were being so you lie..
The errant fool pulled the blade out of the amorphous jello monster
blade of a knife is so sharp. it makes you bleed with a simple slice. blood blood blood. a blade of grass is green. the movie blade kicked ass.
The blade cut into the vampire’s skin. However, he didn’t bleed, the wound healed almost instantly, and instead he burst into flames. How was that possible? I have no idea.
blades blades blades,oh how they pierce you.They make you bleed,with their long silver or short sliver necks with beautifully designed handles.Midevil times used them,movies use them,kids use them but of course they use toy swords.
The blade was buried in my body. I could feel it- it had peirced my flesh, and I could feel my body fading around it. The pain was gone in an instant, and I gazed at the face of the one who had killed me. She grinned, a wicked smile on her lips. In just a few minutes my world would be done, and she would continue on. She would take all that had been mine. Darkness fell.
Cold steel dripping with the warm blood of the fallen. Battle had once been hard to face, but he had come to terms with what he was. A soldier. A creature of darkness. Damned.
long it slides it flows it is in itself a world unstoppable it flies all time stops to notice its passage
Blades hold not just the grass but the life of the user at hand. The blade can be not just the leaves of grass that we lay our heads in but also the blades of death that may come to slay us one day. As the slivers of human flesh decay by the lacerations of the razor, let us remember the small and mighty form that is the blade.
sharp and shiny, scary and silver.
on a boot it’s sport.
in a hand it’s hostile.