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Cut It Poems - Poems about Cut It


Cut it apart
Disjointed, dissection. Like that which came before. Dissection like that which, came before disjointed. Like that which disjointed, dissection came before. Like that which came before. Dissection, disjointed. ...

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Categories: cut it, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
Cut It Out
Sometimes I spit fire so hot Hell would be jealous. Most days my words burn people who Ignite my lonely flame, when they trigger an emotion and somehow cause me pain. Oftentimes it stings them to their core, they become riddled with doubt of the things they once thought to be true before. A...

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Categories: cut it, fire,
Form: Rhyme



Cut It Out
The words are like daggers And the tears begin to flow Your hardened heart shows no glimmer Ceases no light All you speak is death and darkness You leave me to die in agony And quench in piles of trash I long for something kind and gentle Like a light switch always swinging into moods Your corse demeanor your violent explosions cracks my heart Lonely...

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Categories: cut it, feelings, grief, hate, life,
Form: Free verse
Cut It Out
I speak without considering people's feelings-- BITE TONGUE! I wink foolishly in attempt to do a wicked plan-- NO LUCK! I smack my lips teasingly and annoyingly-- SOW LIPS! I think before I prank on my siblings-- DON'T EVEN! I joke around until I receive a laugh-- HA-HA... I cry out to get attention-- SHUT UP! I chew on my food loudly to irritate others-- CLOSE MOUTH! I snap my fingers in silliness-- QUIT IT! I sneak into my sister's...

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Categories: cut it, childhood, children, sister,
Form: Haiku
Cut It Out of Me.
contemplation, do i blow my brains out now? or do i sit here and count all of my blessings? i want to scream. let me just cut my skin off. pealing it away layer by layer let me count all of the insults that got beneath it. all of the hurt, pain, sadness... let it flow from me with the blood. watch it drain...

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Categories: cut it, death, depression, sadme, me,
Form: Free verse



Cut It To Lord
Calculate by inches, reduce it more, I need it finer, go to centimeters, No it is still crude, get even more sharp, lets divide the carp, lets go in microns, and use the knife, dig it more and more, till you have it to the core, its about the same in life, if you could get the moment sliced, and clear enough in a neat dice, you would have...

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Categories: cut it, inspirational, life, philosophy,
Form: Free verse

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