Chopping Onions

by Good Enough   Jul 14, 2009


Pulling out the cutting board
Taking out the knife
Peeling all the onions
Ending all my strife

Eyes start to water
Tears begin to fall
loosing all sanity
Starting to withdraw

Chopping little pieces
Crying some more
Tears become real
Escaping from my core

Onions were an excuse
To blame all my tears
Hiding away the truth
Covering up my fears

When I'm finally finished
The crying will be over
Onions would be chopped
They're a great cover

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  • 14 years ago

    by bennii

    That's Genius. You're very creative. I envy your writing skills so much. Everything I write fails, so i delete it, haha. Much Love; Looking forward to more of your work.

  • 14 years ago

    by babblingxbrooke

    Very, very, very creative.
    I love how you used the onion in the whole passage. awesome write! 5/5 :)

  • 14 years ago

    by Corruption

    This is another great poem by you :D
    good job
    its an easy read
    and the message is clear
    and also it is pretty sad...

    Keenan

  • 14 years ago

    by ibelievedhim

    Great job girl 5/5 miss you <333

  • 14 years ago

    by Courageous Dreamer

    I hate hate hate cutting onions.. I always have someone do it for me because it makes me cry. I love the little personal touch put in the poem, how when youre cutting the onions you can also release the real tears and nobody can tell.. short write but I cant say Ive seen many poems written about onions. :)

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