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Bring me a scapel
Throw me a knife
So I can catch it
And cut out my heart tonight

Costs me my life
Wasting my thoughts
Rip it out
Prepare for the draught

Cut me wide open
Blood on the floor
Screaming in pain
Looking at the door

Remove from me
The piece that cares
The only piece
That you wouldn't dare

Cutting slowly
Savour the pain
Knowing that
All that's left is gain

Once i'm done
There's nothing there
But haunting memories
That I shouldn't care

I'm done with this
I'm done with you
Start the surgury
My Heartwork is due
©Bruno Joseph Orsi       July 19, 2010
Christian C Jul 2020
I marveled at the stitches
Held your hand, grip tight like the taut strings carefully unraveled
Clockwork, I tended to the wounds
paler lit just by the moon
Heartwork, I kissed the scars

I numbly focus on the void
Unaided and desensitized to the ceaseless ache
Clockwork, you neglect me till I anticipate I will break
a hollow space carved into my chest darkens day by day
Heartwork, you actively exhibit my unimportance to you

I marveled at the stitches
Silk securing skin, uncertainty in the cell structure’s very safety
Clockwork, you asked for me to tend to the wounds
paler lit just by the moon
Heartwork, you smiled when I kissed the scars
Stitches, Pt. `1
Zywa Jun 2022
Only now that I come back here
I see it as a paradise, this green land
the flowers, the golden grain
all the riches I thought to be normal

Now, the familiar overwhelms
my new eyes, filling me
with nostalgia even before
I think about leaving

Or will I stay for the rest
of my life, knowing very well
that it is soulhard work
to sleep together

wolf people and sheep people
cow, bear, and snake people
It is heartwork in paradise
for enough straw for everyone
Isaiah 11:1-8

Collection "Secrets & Believers"
Carla Apr 2020
I need to be washing the windows, there are dishes in the kitchen piled high. I should be doing some laundry, sorting the ***** and folding the dry.  But instead I am writing poetry, then I think "Oh ****", I need to clean out my closet and realize that I already am.
Home truly is where the heart is! But seriously i do neglect my housework when inspired to write lol

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