memories seem fragile and yet one has no control
it's a confusing network of strings
intertwining with one another
I wish I had a pair of scissors
golden and beautiful, able to cut the strings
which have clung to my heart for all of eternity
Forged in the fire
Unfinished and unrefined
The sharp edges, uneven
The fabric it cut
Stitched the same
The scissors made a mark
The different cut, was the reason
It made a mark :)
And I ran with
The ribbon cutting
Celebrating my brave
Resolution to not
Make bad decisions
Taffeta watches the pigs atop the tables
Glass eyes and stitches where they're enabled
Guts pumping crimson liquid
Sewing 'em up, she's addicted
Family and friends recommend she withdraw
She responded with a twinkle in her eye and a dropped jaw
Scissors and string, that's all she'll need
Besides a corpse, of course, and a bit of stuffing
Lilac eyes affixed on a tattered pillow
Enjoying watching a weeping Willow
Her poor Porky pet has met his end
But everyone knows you can depend
Before your sweet pet starts to smell
On Taffeta's Taxidermy to stuff 'em well
Inspired by a randomly generated word prompt, which brought my mind to a song by Teddy Hyde, Terry's Taxidermy.
We've been rocky
like scissors and paper
fire and water
two opposites craving one thing.
The withered rose on my bed
caresses my feet
The petals remind me of a love
that used to be.
Your touch tattoed
in the back of my mind
Your smell imprinted and
laugh carved on my skin.
We've been rocky.
Im not suicidal
I just dont want to be alive
like I dont look both ways before
crossing the street
like I dont check how many pills Im supposed
to take and hope I take too many
like I cut food with the knife facing me
like I play with fire and
I run with scissors
because I still have a little
but no desire to stay alive
I pick up
the sharp blades,
and feel the weight
of a thousand things
fall of my shoulders.
I am cutting off
every little tie
that is left between us.
Each inch is
You always did like my hair long.
This is kind of random, sorry guys.
Rock, paper, scissors, shoot
Bouncing words and blades for two
“I’m rubber you’re glue”
How much longer till we’re through?
Breaking bones and grinding teeth
Clenched jaws with fire beneath
Tempers rising with the heat
Rock won’t stop until you bleed.
Rumors splashed across a page
Filled with malice, filled with rage
Money floating to the stage
Get the paper, make it rain.
Cut them down with dagger smiles
Ignore the wounded battle cries
Metal words until they die
“Stick a needle in your eye”
Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.
Look what growing made us do.
Inspired by a writer on instagram
my scissors go to work,
the people "i don't need"
but blood is staining the paper
and only some of it is theirs.
things could be going better