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.
Categories:
gutted, angst, corruption,
Form: I do not know?
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.
Categories:
gutted, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: I do not know?
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
Categories:
gutted, april,
Form: Blank verse
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.
Categories:
gutted, fear,
Form: Free verse
stabbing? not enough!
you had to finish the job
you left me: gutted
Categories:
gutted, betrayal,
Form: Senryu
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
Categories:
gutted, future, growing up, life,
Form: Blank verse