Paper Cuts

by ViolentlyDisturbed   Nov 6, 2008


Snip, snip goes the scissors
Slicing through the white paper
Leaves a piece with a sharpened edge
Running swiftly across my skin
Paper cuts on my flesh
Bleeding on your brand new dress
White paper turns to red
Grabbing my most recent cut
Clot the blood, and stop the pain
This soon will leave marks and scars
Paper cuts on my arm, this will keep me far from harm
paper cuts on my skin, this is not a happy sin

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  • 15 years ago

    by stayyourselfandbeokay

    WOW i loved this poem everything you wrote was so powerful! You have a wondergift in poetry, really amazing. :)

  • 16 years ago

    by HollywoodSmile

    Oh my...
    this is amazing. I absolutely love this poem. The depths you reached in so few words were incredible. There really are no adjectives to describe the aftertaste i got from this poem, just that i loved every dripping word.

    --HollywoodSmile

  • 16 years ago

    by Frederick Mayer

    This is a "delightful" poem! It is one of those rare short pieces that carrys with it a deft flowing that, like a fast flowing stream's under
    tow, encases the reciever in its spirit and release doesn't come till its end...an end that has decided for itself when it is finished.

    There is a spry yet wry tonal quality in it that delivers the substance which in verity could depress, yet instead brings forth with sardonic aplomb reality plain and simple!

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