Best Slitting Poems

LEAST WE FORGET THE GIRLS’ KILLING CRY
(Apropos The Boko Haram Girls)

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I can feel the slow sleep sitting
In a window made for slitting
Lullabys that have no morals
Tales of lies that seem so formal

Snow flakes falling on...

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I was in second grade when I started comparing myself to other girls.
I asked myself, “why am i not her?” “why are my thighs bigger?”...

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~~Chronic Pink~~ 
(Parents Peril * The Nightmare)


Evil sits and whispers - sweet lullabies
Chimes within my head,
Damnation scratches at my conscious
Of what was and is!

ASLEEP……………….

Water runs...

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Through Their Eyes

The Poetry Murders Part 3 in the series

Murder She Wrote

It was a dark night with a full moon
The alley narrow, my hopes high
My...

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During the Second World War, people were panicking everywhere in the world.  And of all continents, Asia was one of the most devastated in...

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Emo-esque tales of Razors slitting the cord
My spirit is tainted like an Ouija board

Arching Daemons summoned my name,
at the belly of Hell's burning wave.
In tune...

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I met a teenage boy last night
He inspired me to write
His words penetrated my soul
He made me evaluate my purpose and goal
He asked me if...

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Slinking silently through the night
on tiny tipped toes, claws withdrawn.
He mustn’t sleep until daylight’s dawn,
prudently prowls, avoiding light.

Clever, cunning crones craft a spell
to purloin his...

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My junk drawer
Too small for so much
Plenty of silverware
Inside it's container
Too many napkins to count
In pile and a few scattered about
Which seem to disappear 
Way...

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Slitting my eyes from a world pining
for a refuge where the wave of solace
touches hours' depth in celtic notes,
I turn into gentle bones fluid and...

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Le vieil identique problème – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Same Old Problem » by T. Wignesan

(For Kevin Gilbert – cf. the introduction to Inside...

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Piles of poetry yet to come falling in the fingers of the readers
Scroll through my lines as much as your heart and mind eagers
Remorse and...

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Wandering amongst the darkness, my life was in jeopardy
A pack of stealthy ferocious wolves, were stalking me like cattle
Slitting my throat in fear, blood dripped...

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Life as of late has been a path I have not perceived that I would go along again. I thought that I was getting better...

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