Short Cut It Out Poems
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Feeling somewhat icky trying to keep my peace
Annoying, stinky farts never do you cease
Rude and vulgar every time I’m near
Talking and farting in my ear
I know it’s all on purpose just to eerk my nerve
Never farting in pubic or around the kids, you serve
Gross farts to start a fight, cut it out!
Black silhouette
One of the reminders that her child had existed
He cut it out himself after his friend drew it
She admired the imperfections of the cut.
Loved remembering how quickly Jackson had to do everything
Not caring if it was perfect, as long as it was done
So he could move on to something new
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 glossectomy is something I am thinking of more and more.
My smoking has spread cancer
All over me now
Still my strength's the answer
I'm not shutting down
Growing larger everyday
The rumour of my tumour
They need to cut it out
But I'm still in a good humour
Living each day
One at a time
You want to see me dead?
Well I guess I don't mind
Not blind to the detriment of my health
First you must be poor to appreciate wealth
Our love is like a tumor;
It grows and grows and grows,
And that can be so wonderful,
unless it’s on your nose.
Our love is like a tumor;
It makes me want to shout,
But after six months, baby,
It’s time to cut it out.
Our love is like a tumor;
It started out with ease,
But now it feels a lot more like
A terminal disease.
Our love is like a tumor:
A surging love, so great.
But it’s become disfiguring;
It’s time to radiate.
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 and alone
I sit in silence and live in your remorse
For I'm Just a bag of bones.
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