#scissors
You told me you loved me
For the first time today
As you walked on by.
Some scissors and a paintbrush gripped snug in your hands.
The things I did not say
Beat like my lungs;
My heart.
“I love you too man,”
“You’re the best thing that’s happened to me this year,”
“I miss you”
The things I did echoed in a whisper
‘Kira’
You painted my life
-a lovely heather grey
Basked in your beauty
-and I’m lost on the way
You could cut it to shreds
-I’d never complain
Not for you Kira
-I still love the rain
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 1:26 AM UTC
I did not really think it through
When the first few strands of my hair came falling to the floor.
But then again I don't really want to think.
That was the point.
As the blunt kitchen scissors sheared what was left of the choppy mess on my head
I am worthless.
That's what you always tell me.
I don't want to think.
You never really did love me.
You always left cuts and bruises on me
Never letting me heal for your own selfish reasons.
You are never at fault.
But you've certainly made your mark.
Now I can only attempt to cut what damage you've done to me out of my life.
My fragile locks scattered around on the cold tile floor.
I can't bear to look.
You don't know what you've done.
You never will as much as I wish you would.
More strands fall from my shaking hands.
I wish I could cut you out.
-Kore
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 8:02 AM UTC
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
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 2:08 PM UTC
#*
Forged in the fire
Unfinished and unrefined
The sharp edges, uneven
The fabric it cut
Stitched the same
Different patterns
Revealed
The scissors made a mark*#
Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 10:04 AM UTC
And I ran with
The ribbon cutting
Ceremonial scissors
Celebrating my brave
Resolution to not
Make bad decisions
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 5:47 AM UTC
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
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 4:29 PM UTC
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.
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 12:16 PM UTC
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
hope left
but no desire to stay alive
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 10:58 AM UTC
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
a memory.
You always did like my hair long.
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 6:04 PM UTC
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.
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 12:55 AM UTC
snip
snip
snip
my scissors go to work,
cutting away
the people "i don't need"
but blood is staining the paper
and only some of it is theirs.
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC
I am the glue that holds your mind together,
You are the scissors that slash my sadness apart.
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 3:48 AM UTC
Like swimming upstream,
Going against the grain,
Walking through a festival's crowd,
I cut into the package,
But I couldn't get through.
It was stuck.
Pressure
Would not
Suffice,
So it
Snapped.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 1:43 AM UTC
Everything is imperfect-
The space
Between your eyes.
The crooked white
Inside your half-smile.
The paper-cutting
Scissor bangs
That frame your face.
You chopped them late
In a dim-lit bathroom.
Flickering neon against the blade.
Tucking tongue under breath,
Chunks of midnight strands
Refracting grey-silver dreams
Fell to the floor like splinters
Hurled from breaking wood.
With crescent moons
Formed on each cheek,
The mirror smiled.
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 9:12 PM UTC
Dark clouds drift overhead
I am looking up
You are looking down
We should be looking ahead
For your sake
For my sake
Four our sakes
I look down
You look up
We make eye contact
Before turning away again
Here we are again
I guess you can hear the violence within in my silence
I don't hear anything from you
Maybe I'm deaf
Maybe I stopped listening to others
Who knows
I don't want to let go
Yet here I am
Thinking and thinking
Looking down at the red thread
Holding the scissors in my hand
Unsure of what to do
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 8:58 AM UTC
Crafting scissors
Gardening shears
A pizza roller
Instruments of humble vivisection
I wield, I rend, I create.
Needles and pins,
Nimble and thin,
I pierce, I pull, I close.
With measured patience
I choose my weapons:
Ink, passion, time, and wit.
An armory of precision and gut.
Boulders bruise but roll away,
Fire burns, but I'm already ablaze,
Arrows lodge shallow or all fall short,
But the cold?
It slices.
The draining thought:
Is this the end of my creation -
Is there no more?
I slowly bleed out.
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC
We are like a pair
of scissors: alone - useless
blades of solitude,
but together - Atropos'
shears cutting the thread of fate.
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 4:14 PM UTC
i slept with scissors on my bed
just to see.
to wake up in a new cut.
just to see
if danger is a true concept
if a surprise is something real.
i did sleep with scissors on my bed
because i have a tendency to move around a lot;
just to see
if the blade would try to kiss my rib
to quiet me down;
just to see
if fire really burns;
just to see
if what runs inside my veins
hasn't disappeared yet.
what i saw
was that it is better to sleep with scissors
than to wake up by my own.
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 12:19 AM UTC
I suppose you
are much like a staple gun;
for you can
hold me together
and yet I
could be compared to a
pair of rusty scissors;
destined to tear thee apart
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 9:05 PM UTC
the monsters are inside my head but no I will not give in
They visit me every night but I'm not going without fight
I will not give in to the things that once have been
that means a couple of things
if I cut you out of my life you handed me the scissors
if I leave you and you wonder why
its because you were meant to be a part of my life
but that parts over now
I was meant to be who I am
and for the first time in forever I feel better than ever before
im sorry for the things I've done
and im sorry for the girl I was
but now im feeling better than before
so If I let you go don't take it personally
Im just trying to grow up
and if I let you down im sorry
but in the first time in forever
I feal so much better
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC
Becoming something of a legend
cast out from far away
alone in a castle upon the darkened hill
lives the person of today.
Trapped.
Long ago you vowed
to become something grand
one day you shall release
slip out without a sound.
Cursed forever loner
you live within these walls
invisibly Confined
and break away you shall.
The corrugated gates
of your own sharp sexuality
awaiting the clerical moment
when the barren gates break open
by kiss you shall be free.
And spill forth forbidden riches
whatever they may be.
But you are a vastly legend
alone
kingdom come is your only home.
Blackened night is your frame of mind
color buried iced sublime.
A ghostly haunting
in tight black leather clasps
in cold clipped metal chains
you snip your way
you slice your path
though through the peril
grace is slain.
Past the autumn winds
winter seeks its call.
You are a complex monster
who loves it most of all.
Confined inside your castle
you might hear the call.
Collecting cobwebs
Collecting dust
Collecting heartache
Collecting rust
So the edges start to fray
and in each corner that you find
lives a hope that soon one day
you’ll have some piece of mind.
To be loved beyond what mortal words can say.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
When there are no cards left to play,
We start a new game.
There's never a winner,
Just two broken hearts and
Smiles that don't crinkle the eyes.
Do you remember when I buried my face in the plaid cotton of your shirtsleeve and cried,
'What do you want from me?'
'Everything,' you whispered into my mouth,
Your voice muffled as if we were breathing underwater,
Though we were both unprepared to drown.
Darling, if only we'd realized that when you took it all,
There'd be nothing left for me.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC