#scalpel - Hello Poetry

~ I could resist I could! Oh surely I swear I could. I need no anesthesia No Anesthesia or numbness Darling~ Please Come over me My Dr. Sweet Anggie please I implore you! Take your razor-edged scalpel Only you! Make a safe incision. With your soft warm hand Wrench my heart away from me! Detach my pumper & leave me whole. Undo my pumper with my brain So I may cease this non-physical war! Let the blood flow torrentially & free, Like lunatic waters in breaking dams & rivers. I care not! I want it nevermore. Take it it’s yours! *I want it nevermore Take it it’s yours*. ~~

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Mar 14, 2025

Mar 14, 2025 at 9:15 AM UTC

mefdiueue

Scalpel

~ I could resist I could! Oh surely I swear I could. I need no anesthesia No Anesthesia or numbness Darling~ Please Come over me My Dr. Sweet Anggie please I implore you! Take your razor-edged scalpel Only you! Make a safe incision. With your soft warm hand Wrench my heart away from me! Detach my pumper & leave me whole. Undo my pumper with my brain So I may cease this non-physical war! Let the blood flow torrentially & free, Like lunatic waters in breaking dams & rivers. I care not! I want it nevermore. Take it it’s yours! *I want it nevermore Take it it’s yours*. ~~

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we love but why do we? how much easier it would be only to satiate the needs forgetting the foolish notions of something more the drug induced states merely staring into your eyes brings on brings me to the brink of sanity because this tired duet cries to die but i can't bring myself to do it knowing if i cut out your heart they'll be no beat beneath my breast you'll have come with one but you'll be taking two when you take your scalpel to my chest

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Mar 30, 2021

Mar 30, 2021 at 10:45 AM UTC

manx-kronos-pragna

To My Chest

we love but why do we? how much easier it would be only to satiate the needs forgetting the foolish notions of something more the drug induced states merely staring into your eyes brings on brings me to the brink of sanity because this tired duet cries to die but i can't bring myself to do it knowing if i cut out your heart they'll be no beat beneath my breast you'll have come with one but you'll be taking two when you take your scalpel to my chest

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I always try to choose my words carefully Each syllable like an incision with a scalpel Well intentioned and good mannered In hopes of removing the ticking time bombs placed inside you and me by those that have left us behind But one wrong slip One accidental miscalculation Obliterates the progress that I have so carefully tried to create. Could one word have changed it all? Could one different syllable be the reason that you are still here?

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Oct 22, 2016

Oct 22, 2016 at 3:35 PM UTC

Cynical-Optimist

Untitled

I always try to choose my words carefully Each syllable like an incision with a scalpel Well intentioned and good mannered In hopes of removing the ticking time bombs placed inside you and me by those that have left us behind But one wrong slip One accidental miscalculation Obliterates the progress that I have so carefully tried to create. Could one word have changed it all? Could one different syllable be the reason that you are still here?

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i want to unscrew my skull and take my brain out find the place everyone keeps calling my heart and pick it apart. i want to take a scalpel and scrape out your words (r.e.)

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Dec 10, 2014

Dec 10, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC

anonymousm8

Autopsy 2.0

i want to unscrew my skull and take my brain out find the place everyone keeps calling my heart and pick it apart. i want to take a scalpel and scrape out your words (r.e.)

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i want you to rip off my skin and lay waste to my sin pick of my insecurities peel back my sorrows peek inside my secrets and maybe then i’ll let you in (r.e.)

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Dec 9, 2014

Dec 9, 2014 at 8:26 PM UTC

anonymousm8

Autopsy

i want you to rip off my skin and lay waste to my sin pick of my insecurities peel back my sorrows peek inside my secrets and maybe then i’ll let you in (r.e.)

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