Monday, March 2, 2009

Cuts

we cut to hurt
then we cut to heal,
we cut to explore, fix or reveal
we cut to conceal.
corners. truth. sickness. youth. ties.
we cut to survive
or just to be sure we're still alive.
we cut in an attempt to end misery,then die in it!
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7 comments:

  1. ~ScotchBiscuits~March 3, 2009 at 10:14 AM

    Another darling poem! You are so dark and twisted in this one, and I love it!!!

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  2. featherMarch 4, 2009 at 2:59 AM

    i know your a great poet but with each poem you remind me anew.

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  3. islanderMarch 4, 2009 at 10:18 PM

    @scotchie-only the dark and twisted love dark and twisted.

    @feather-thank you.

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  4. Jennifer A.March 5, 2009 at 8:21 AM

    Deep! It's like an irony, but it's true though...

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  5. islanderMarch 8, 2009 at 10:04 PM

    @jaycee :-)

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  6. PrettylyfMarch 11, 2009 at 2:25 PM

    The satire of cutting isn't it? beautiful writing!!!

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  7. islanderMarch 11, 2009 at 9:27 PM

    @prettylyf-thank you.

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