Scrape Poems - Poems about Scrape

Scrape away, at a life. You just weren’t given any real instructions – so, you scrape like a carpenter at grey washed walls, wanting to peel off old paint – old memories, in your head you scrap away the talk back – that little squirrel inside the trunk of your head it scrapes. You scrape and scream, you scrape and feel the muscle of...

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When shovels scrape and make screeches like fingernail grates on blackboards, you know the job is almost done. As shovels designed to scoop, when flipped over and made to rake, shriek their embarrassment....

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A man once knelt beside a mirrored pool, stared into the eyes of a faithless fool. An empty soul who made a devil's pact, to turn away from truth in search of fact. With no light to shine on this troubled trail, he then became lost, then slipped and fell. Leaving all he knew for a promised lie, he lived in darkness...

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Did Escape A Scrape With Rape What was known is that she did escape, From what appeared to be only a scrape; Up brought; Only thought, And not actually the performance of rape. Jim Horn...

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Scrape With Death Was an artist who always liked to escape, Until with death he did have quite a scrape; And as directed, Never genuflected; Ended up dying due to being out of shape. Jim Horn...

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I want to scrape my hands raw, peel away the loops and whorls, make it scarlet Scrape it as you would fish scales, but bloodied Pour antiseptic on it Let. It. Sting. Then wash it away, letting it flow down ...

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See the skin scrape the surface not enough pain same spot a little harder one little droplet of blood not enough pain same spot even harder now there's a good flow of red droplets on the floor different spot even harder plunge the knife through the skin giving a little twist now theres even more on the floor different spot now at the foot cut...

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