Best Gutted Poems
stabbing? not enough!
you had to finish the job
you left me: gutted
I am not that person
I was not that person
I may never be that person
for
that person is me
unfree
hiding inside an old
gutted-out tree
trunk
I am a fish out of water,
Hanging with my mouth open wide.
Eyes hardly seeing,
Swishing to and fro,
Waiting to be gutted,
on this open boat.
Gutted. Absolutely gutted.
I know fairytale from truth
I know not all in life has a happily ever after
I know not everything works out
I know all of this
I never knew it could happen to me
I never knew I could be left gutted
I never thought I'd be left standing in the cold rain
What happens when your princess says "I don't love you"
What do I do when I'm so deep in love I can't dig my way out
What happens when you become vulnerable and can't raise a shield
I've held my shield strong
I've held it for four years
Had my heart ripped out once
Had a transplant and said not twice
Lowered my shield
Professed my heart
Had my heart ripped twice
Need a transplant
I need a new heart
One that is harder
One that is colder
One that is sturdier than before
I've let my shield fall twice
The first I was young
The first I was fearless
The first gave me a joyless time
I said never again and raised my shield
Through my broken heart I healed
Through my broken heart I learned strength
Though my broken heart I became Hercules
More like Achilles
I became so confident
I became older
I became wiser
I wouldn't let anyone lower my shield
Until her
She lowered my shield
She made my heart feel full again
She made me smile
She made me laugh
She made me feel loved
She made me feel wanted
She grounded me
She balanced out my flaws
She made me run
She made me jump
She made me giggle
She made me sigh
She made me feel like that young, dumb, eighteen year old again
Alas, she made me cry
She struck me down
She through my shield away
She brought me to my knees begging for mercy
She told me "I don't love you"
Her I sit
Cross from her on this bus
As we ride
plans are plans
My heart is rip'ing
I'm gutted
Standing in the cold rain
Princessless
Shieldless
Melted shattered heart
Gutted
Disembowelled
Mackerel sky blue and light blue strips
perhaps it was the zebra of the sea swimming away in haste
I was gutting one
No big deal
I was learning to cook at the time
Inside the fish was a finger with a ring made of gold, but
I vomited, and the master- Cook took the ring.
The school is now a catering academy
Teaches the same as before
But academy sounds more learned
A cook is now a chef has got a diploma
Blood on the street and blood in the drains,
Lifeless bodies laying ‘bout the dead end street,
Strange odour coming from the corpses crib.
Unpleasant scene of the awful truth,
The bloodshot eyes and the twisted youth,
Scent of burnt skin, foul and stench,
Then the crackling sound of ones burnt flesh.
What is the reason for the killer to commit?
For the knife to slit, murderer ought to admit,
For the victim to rot, to lay in just one spot,
Sure is a strange and gruesome plot.
you keep poking and prodding at me with thorns,
prick, prick, prick!
and its only left a stinging,
certain tingling in my body,
one that has been replaced with dread.
you had gutted me through and through
leaving nothing more than a pile of cold sharp rocks,
to replace the beautiful life i once had --
to remind me of the torture you bestowed upon me
why have you deemed me to a life of misery and hate?
i could have tried screaming,
but nothing wouldve came out,
a lump had formed in my throat
and i couldnt breathe any longer
i felt tears prick my eyes as i had to sob quietly,
the thorns seemed to prick all over my body,
you had left me gutted,
hollow,
lifeless.