Short Cut Across Poems
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see how he chortles?
his merry grin s p l i t s his face
as if cut across with a dagger
and he has g o n e and dissipated
long before his Laughter.
We must be fastidious and particular,
our sidewalks, strictly perpendicular -
and we must sternly ask, who would be so crass
as to cut across our new mown grass.
This despicable heathen can't be one of us.
He can only be Pythugorus.
The voices in your head.
The voices in your head.
They stare at you till your down
they beat you till your dead.
You try to overcome them.
you try until your dead.
you cut cut across your arms
to fight the voices in your head.
Who cares... they think you're crazy.
these voices in your head
so I'll cut to rid the pain.
I'll cut until I'm dead.
October hushes
a cold snap, baldachin for
red, brown and gold leaf.
Indian summer waver, Indian rope trick
sent to douse earthen world shackle.
Bogus heat pump transience.
Polar air mass scatters migrant bird
on vibrant amber.
Ocean gust saline coated whisper
to autumn eardrum host.
Nightscape shadows rudely cut across
the afternoon event space.
Date posted : 19th October 2021
I wish I could take back the words that sliced through you like a dagger's blade. I wish I could
take back the mean slashes of verbal whips that have cut across you heart. I wish I could take
back the bruises of the negative punches that have made you fall. I wish I was able to pick you
up, dusk you off and forget it all ever happened. But I can't and I hope you forgive me for not
being perfect
The dagger of your words cut across my skin
Like a knife.
Swift as an eagle
The pain sears through my body…
I lust for it
A cooling sensation engulfs me
Wrapping me in temporary bliss.
The scars afterward or not a hindrance,
Simply decoration.
Tears fall
Slowly I drift down from my cloud
Of wonderful pain.
Now I feel nothing
But numbness
And utterly alone.
Still I hear your voice
That refuses to be shaken…
Pick up the pieces of yourself.
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