Short Slitting Poems

Slitting of the wrists
Mental help is wanted now
This is suicide...

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So sharp and sinister
Scratching claws at your throat
Slitting open your veins
Spilling your rich red blood
 Setting your very life
Seriously at risk
Suffering a bad end
...

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Wandering amongst the darkness, my life was in jeopardy
A pack of stealthy ferocious wolves, were stalking me like cattle
Slitting my throat in fear, blood dripped in pools for the rabid canines












*First attempt at Sijo!*...

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At all women was he looking with a leer,
So evident too true and clear
You can this verify from A seer…

Even at women no longer near
And ones their hating eyes could spear
All of them passing off as “His Dear”
Save one he’d reserved “My Deer”
And would eyes into her sear:
A knife neatly slitting a pear;

God’s Seventh Law denying fear:
His sharpest lust The Engaged Gear....

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It swallows everything in its path,
even man's breath! As it slowly moving along the streets,
only mourns and screams you hear; deaths happen 
during victim's broad vision. Survivors of the traumatic ordeals
claim that fading, whitish figures tear flesh with their long,
crooked nails; in some cases they slit victims' throats - the slitting
has an eerie, audible voice. Until now, exorcists and mediums avoid
this town........

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some rolling leaves 
glide with grandiose grace
sailing straight into the silk   
of rose petaled yesterdays

        some rolling leaves 
act in black and blue fashion
whirling about to and fro 
fingering frolicking angels
then slitting their holy throats

          some rolling leaves
lying prone on broken bone street, 
shrivel away in the throat of defeat 
forgotten echoes of a burned out valley
              rolling leaves...

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My junk drawer
Too small for so much
Plenty of silverware
Inside it's container
Too many napkins to count
In pile and a few scattered about
Which seem to disappear 
Way too fast
A pizza cutter somewhere
Long, sharp knives
Of which most are missing
The last one used for slitting plastic
For frozen dinners
A spatula or two
An ice-cream scoop
Not used enough!
Two can openers
One of which is broken
Enough material 
For just one person!...

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I am a shadow in the dark.
My wrists sting with fear,
They are covered in blood.
I hope I don't shed one more tear.
\The knife cuts into my wrist,
It hurts so bad.
All I can see is my red arm,
A red floor.
It's making me sad,
It's making me mad,
I miss my life,
I hate being here.
I am here, 
In a psycho home.
Please, someone help me!
I learned my lesson.
Please let me out.
I wont ever have a doubt,
A doubt of slitting my wrists again!
PLEASE! SOMEONE GET ME OUT!...

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Chocking down sugar
From the hands of a broken system
Slitting my wrist 
In a vain existential tryst 

Painting skies of rust
Watching as America crumbles to dust
The religious are the worst
The holy are a joke 

Poking politicians with a sharpened stick 
Rocking the boat 
Pouring buckets of water over the faces of the blind
Screaming at the top of my lungs to no avail 

America is doomed or so it seems
Only a matter of time 
You say I'm a criminal 
What's my crime?...

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