Slits Poems - Poems about Slits

...past knoxville and idaho city there are a pair of adorable nitwits. townspeople refer to them as kooky oddballs, a couple of twits. their name is easy to learn. she is backward ditz; he is fritz. ......Read More

...SOLITARY CONFINEMENT 1 : Number Four Many chains, many locks and bars clattered at four in the morning black bitter coffee drugged a single bucket of cold water it was winter ......Read More

...dim drab icy cold song-less pop open an eye see my breath like band-aides rip these covers off desperate stumbling forced march to Coffee shivering mission complete retreat back to......Read More

...I crave that blade that slits my wrist, I’m not afraid of this. To ease the pain this wicked way, leave it be to remain twisted I’m not ok. Devoted to cut was the motive for blood, Disposable Lo......Read More

...Ocean waves woke me from my temporary state I opened my eyes to a sky full of twinkling rhinestones there was a peace here that permeated my soul not yet, my internal voice whispered, but soon…. ......Read More

...slits in the blinds of a guestroom leaking morning through skinny orange white cat follows an old man in his underwear down the hall to the bathroom and back to his bed she meows, stands on h......Read More

...As the morning light steaks across the room, you stand at the foot of the bed. You are refreshed, an awakened and out of the shower, with beads of water still on your skin. The towel that you are wea......Read More

...I think that I shall never see, a stranger bird with a pedigree Receiving his reward for shame and greed Then tared and feathered and tied to a tree Old Rip Schneider’s deeds of shame Shatte......Read More

... How long is a short time, a hairs breadth above never Seen within one eye blink, the lash will move forever Perception throws curveball's, upon prismatic minds Yet outside double slits, life......Read More

... I don't know about you but the seeming me abused and cursed had all my birth fingers burnt off at the first knuckle before the first lullaby from too many here hold my beer blithely eager wa......Read More

...I feel much like trash When I’m not earning cash Can’t you see I’m working hard, Lord? According to Your will, according to Your accord I feel like I’m worthless When I’m unable to clean up my m......Read More

...She wonders if she had been too hasty Should she have given Richard another chance? To put her down? To beat her? But he was always sorry. Tender and sweet afterwards Begging her for forgiveness......Read More

...The three disembodied heads on top of a heap of dolls of whom only one is recognizable as a face have very curiously looking deep-set eyes, On fire with curiosity and intent on finding out what’s ......Read More

......Creamsicle Cat... Orange and white Crossing my path Silent as night ...Creamsicle cat... Steathy and slight Smooth as butter Quiet as light ...Creamsicle Cat... Whiskers atwitch ......Read More

...Perhaps it is weary. In the mental hourglass. I rummage through my recollections. Along the back wall of the speakeasy. when the public voice has spoken Perceptions. Grace from ......Read More