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"scissorhands" poems
Standing on a busy street corner When a limo pulls up next to me Out pops the head of Johnny Depp (Not the body mind you, just the head) And asks where's the nearest Dairy Queen Not one to miss an opportunity I blurted out I'll show you the way So that's how the head of "The Depp" and I Spent time together that day In his limo he had his makeup artist Which seemed a bit odd to me Everywhere the head of Johnny went It had to dress up for the scene Since Johnny was drooling a Dilly First stop Dairy Queen With Johnny's head as the Mad Hatter under my arm It was a very strange scene indeed With me holding onto the Dilly's And Johnny's head on the counter up front Mr. Depp was the King at the Queen that day Though his ice cream licking habit did turn some peoples lunch Later on passing a Piggly Wiggly Johnny's head said what's up with that Told him it's nothing more than a grocery store His reply was let's give it a crack So undergoing more of his makeup And in the blink of an eye I have the head of Jack Sparrow In the grocery cart with a bag of Funions by his side Yes, Johnny Depp's head loves Funions Which to me really ranks the breath But who am I to tell a Big Time Movie Star that I'm not the keeper of his head He even dressed as Edward Scissorhands Which didn't turn out quite right Since Johnny's head has no hands To hold the famous Scissorhand knives That day we went to so many places With every stop a new disguise I guess for entertainment you do what you can When all that's left is your head and some of your mind Whelp, that's about it on this days adventures Not a whole lot more to be said As I stood on the street corner waving bye, bye To the limo pulling off into the sunset, along with the head of Johnny Depp
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 8:19 AM UTC
Hanging Out With The Head "Of Johnny Depp"
Standing on a busy street corner When a limo pulls up next to me Out pops the head of Johnny Depp (Not the body mind you, just the head) And asks where's the nearest Dairy Queen Not one to miss an opportunity I blurted out I'll show you the way So that's how the head of "The Depp" and I Spent time together that day In his limo he had his makeup artist Which seemed a bit odd to me Everywhere the head of Johnny went It had to dress up for the scene Since Johnny was drooling a Dilly First stop Dairy Queen With Johnny's head as the Mad Hatter under my arm It was a very strange scene indeed With me holding onto the Dilly's And Johnny's head on the counter up front Mr. Depp was the King at the Queen that day Though his ice cream licking habit did turn some peoples lunch Later on passing a Piggly Wiggly Johnny's head said what's up with that Told him it's nothing more than a grocery store His reply was let's give it a crack So undergoing more of his makeup And in the blink of an eye I have the head of Jack Sparrow In the grocery cart with a bag of Funions by his side Yes, Johnny Depp's head loves Funions Which to me really ranks the breath But who am I to tell a Big Time Movie Star that I'm not the keeper of his head He even dressed as Edward Scissorhands Which didn't turn out quite right Since Johnny's head has no hands To hold the famous Scissorhand knives That day we went to so many places With every stop a new disguise I guess for entertainment you do what you can When all that's left is your head and some of your mind Whelp, that's about it on this days adventures Not a whole lot more to be said As I stood on the street corner waving bye, bye To the limo pulling off into the sunset, along with the head of Johnny Depp
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I make friends with both dark and light, everyone is different and special. No one is left to be judged. You ask who are these people? "Who is that with no hands?" Well let me tell you something, Scissorhands is my friend; very original, yet mistreated, why it's like the people around us. Judging a book by its cover; sure that sounds old, but not if you never learn. "Left with no hands, why with us?" Oh everyone is special. I got a friend with no eyes, cannot see at all. Does that make her different? No not at all. Am I alone? No I'm not, people may call my friends monsters, though they are not what you think. Everyone is not the same, but we shall treat others the same way. Different is unique, very creative in all sorts of ways. So next time you enter my house, don't point anyone out. If you don't enjoy their company, then you shall not come at all.
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Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC
Mr. Scissorhands
A pity Edward Scissorhands was hired, To clip the Phoenix's wings Everyone applauded, Ooh-ed and Aah-ed at it While Edward sat behind the curtain Over a rusted sink he'd slit his wrists in.
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Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC
Poor Edward
stay a little longer, edward scissorhands. a cold shoulder to lean on, my prickly little cactus. seems like we have something in common. i like hurting myself and so do you.
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Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
the glue.
"Rough", a polite way of expressing my apprehension from the start, couldn't have known I was shaking for all the wrong (Reasons) that you left are in surplus this season; flipping vowels upside down along with my smile, and faded hues stand out the most now;  this pale blue follows me but that seems so irrelevant most days. Years pass and as my eyes grow feeble, I see more, more, more, and you are the greatest beauty I have ever seen, your fragile chest and broken bones more than memories for me to launder between the parts of my brain that still give a **** I replaced the decay of my spirit with rotted lungs, with magick however alleged, ritual a key, components fine like the filigree that lined my illusions, dramatic tone and teeth marks make me quiver, alchemical bonds between the ground and I, afire is the sky and my insides turn bone white and glowing under your moon. Stop spinning ... The feeling of overflowing consumes me, and abundance isn't always preferred, to tell you the truth I kind of miss all of my innards being contained within me. But each day I feel a little less invisible and it gets that much easier to deal with this (hole) thing, forget the flashing moments of misery  in which I could suffocate myself because it's hard to complain, I must admit I've created every crevice and ****** crack that you see on my body with my own devices, like trying to mold clay with scissorhands; This expulsion may be near unpalatable but it seems to me the only thing that helps me forget, truth is I don't know why I haven't yet; just chaotic noise like the raps that flowed from the lips of the artist that I wasn't paying any attention to at all that night at that coffee shop.
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Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 2:57 AM UTC
coffee shop.
"Rough", a polite way of expressing my apprehension from the start, couldn't have known I was shaking for all the wrong (Reasons) that you left are in surplus this season; flipping vowels upside down along with my smile, and faded hues stand out the most now;  this pale blue follows me but that seems so irrelevant most days. Years pass and as my eyes grow feeble, I see more, more, more, and you are the greatest beauty I have ever seen, your fragile chest and broken bones more than memories for me to launder between the parts of my brain that still give a **** I replaced the decay of my spirit with rotted lungs, with magick however alleged, ritual a key, components fine like the filigree that lined my illusions, dramatic tone and teeth marks make me quiver, alchemical bonds between the ground and I, afire is the sky and my insides turn bone white and glowing under your moon. Stop spinning ... The feeling of overflowing consumes me, and abundance isn't always preferred, to tell you the truth I kind of miss all of my innards being contained within me. But each day I feel a little less invisible and it gets that much easier to deal with this (hole) thing, forget the flashing moments of misery  in which I could suffocate myself because it's hard to complain, I must admit I've created every crevice and ****** crack that you see on my body with my own devices, like trying to mold clay with scissorhands; This expulsion may be near unpalatable but it seems to me the only thing that helps me forget, truth is I don't know why I haven't yet; just chaotic noise like the raps that flowed from the lips of the artist that I wasn't paying any attention to at all that night at that coffee shop.
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Standing on a busy street corner When a limo pulls up next to me Out pops the head of Johnny Depp (Not the body mind you, just the head) And asks where's the nearest Dairy Queen Not one to miss an opportunity I blurted out I'll show you the way So that's how the head of "The Depp" and I Spent time together that day In his limo he had his makeup artist Which seemed a bit odd to me Everywhere the head of Johnny went It had to dress up for the scene Since Johnny was drooling a Dilly First stop Dairy Queen With Johnny's head as the Mad Hatter under my arm It was a very strange scene indeed With me holding onto the Dilly's And Johnny's head on the counter up front Mr. Depp was the King at the Queen that day Though his ice cream licking habit did turn some peoples lunch Later on passing a Piggly Wiggly Johnny's head said what's up with that Told him it's nothing more than a grocery store His reply was let's give it a crack So undergoing more of his makeup And in the blink of an eye I have the head of Jack Sparrow In the grocery cart with a bag of Funions by his side Yes, Johnny Depp's head loves Funions Which to me really ranks the breath But who am I to tell a Big Time Movie Star that I'm not the keeper of his head He even dressed as Edward Scissorhands Which didn't turn out quite right Since Johnny's head has no hands To hold the famous Scissorhand knives That day we went to so many places With every stop a new disguise I guess for entertainment you do what you can When all that's left is your head and some of your mind Whelp, that's about it on this days adventures Not a whole lot more to be said As I stood on the street corner waving bye, bye To the limo pulling off into the sunset, along with the head of Johnny Depp
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Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 3:20 PM UTC
Hanging Out With The Head "Of Johnny Depp" (SayItAgainSundays) Loony Tunes Edition
Standing on a busy street corner When a limo pulls up next to me Out pops the head of Johnny Depp (Not the body mind you, just the head) And asks where's the nearest Dairy Queen Not one to miss an opportunity I blurted out I'll show you the way So that's how the head of "The Depp" and I Spent time together that day In his limo he had his makeup artist Which seemed a bit odd to me Everywhere the head of Johnny went It had to dress up for the scene Since Johnny was drooling a Dilly First stop Dairy Queen With Johnny's head as the Mad Hatter under my arm It was a very strange scene indeed With me holding onto the Dilly's And Johnny's head on the counter up front Mr. Depp was the King at the Queen that day Though his ice cream licking habit did turn some peoples lunch Later on passing a Piggly Wiggly Johnny's head said what's up with that Told him it's nothing more than a grocery store His reply was let's give it a crack So undergoing more of his makeup And in the blink of an eye I have the head of Jack Sparrow In the grocery cart with a bag of Funions by his side Yes, Johnny Depp's head loves Funions Which to me really ranks the breath But who am I to tell a Big Time Movie Star that I'm not the keeper of his head He even dressed as Edward Scissorhands Which didn't turn out quite right Since Johnny's head has no hands To hold the famous Scissorhand knives That day we went to so many places With every stop a new disguise I guess for entertainment you do what you can When all that's left is your head and some of your mind Whelp, that's about it on this days adventures Not a whole lot more to be said As I stood on the street corner waving bye, bye To the limo pulling off into the sunset, along with the head of Johnny Depp
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My lonely voice wobbles out Into the Universe to find you In the seeping darkness. As our world crumbles and the tears fall With our skies Their edges eroded by these Cages they pretend we can fly out of But then I look to you and you listen to me And together The system can't break us Kirara - oh- we're wild childs at heart And they ain't gonna bring us down no more We'll fly to that mountain peak over there And then taunt gravity after we launch without the plummet And take out over those billowing clouds and roiling sea But we don't care anymore, Cuz we're free! Until then though We pray That the Universe hand us aces instead of the jokers we've been getting And philosophy and reflect and become buddhas While staying Edward Scissorhands by all appearances and feelings... Oh my darling Desperation makes a poet Of even the court jester. If only such a power were ours We would rule the world And not only in our minds.
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Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 12:28 AM UTC
To my fairy fish friend and muse Kiara
You wanted to hold me but you can’t. You’re like my version of Edward Scissorhands. Everytime you try to hold me, your blades get in the way. I bled. My hands were wounded deep. That’s what I got for trying to cling onto you. I didn't mind the damage. I thought I was numb enough to hold on to you but I was just hurting myself. You’re scared. Not because you inflict pain to others. You’re afraid to see how people bled for you and that’s what hurts you too.
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Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 5:04 AM UTC
SCISSORHANDS
one year ago on this day you came over for the second time we watched edward scissorhands and we were all over each other we drank my favorite tea the divine-smelling one with four red fruits the one I'd been promising to let you taste for many months we took our first pictures as a couple one year ago this was one of the happiest days in my life. two weeks ago we were fine we were happy two weeks ago I was yours one week ago I was not yours anymore well look at us now
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Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 8:26 AM UTC
How time flies
good bad girl. fight like a boy. tsunami driftwood. raincloud no silver lining, where lightning strikestwice. bare feet hot cement. kidnapped girl in the polaroid. let me check my schedule. curiosity...cat. eggshells. prescription candy. thru the looking glass. holden red hunting cap. tyler/jack. why ophelia never learned to swim. hold my scissorhands. Drucilla. natural disaster. scartissue love tattoo addiction pain dissociation association. carrie bradshaw's evil twin. holly-go-lightly meets courtney love. wednesday adams grows up. marla singer's song. bad dreamer. caufield's wet dream, cobain sympatico. makes sid viscious look tame, e. edward grey esq.& miss. holloway synthesis. the white rabbit. igby. anti-heroine, captain jack's sparrow. temptation/seduction/truth cliffhanger. ticking sleep bomb, roman candle(lit). spilled milk guilt. poppy field dreamer. cafeconleche. waternymph/siren/pixie, hideandseeker. riotgrrlchild. fallen angel-demons beware. blindfoldedandbound,if swallowed contact doctor immediately. good veins. contagious, mixedbreed badmanners. moodswinger. shadowboxer. wrong side of the tracks. superlowrisepunkass. theonemamawarnedyouabout, chaoscalamity&charisma;, irresiatible&incorrigible;, neverlearnedmy lesson. kneehighs and runners thighs. handlewithcare. klepto-crinalin and hypno-medicine, tomboy/schoolgirl. skeptickeyebrow. dirty-flirty. cherrybombpocketpacker, hardcandy. sociopathsister. victim of my own past. hunter/hunted. bootstrap-trapped. is that my blood? just a minute while i reinvent myself. i’d like to meet: everyone i have forgotten and everyone who has forgotten me
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Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 7:33 AM UTC
about me: ignored into existence
good bad girl. fight like a boy. tsunami driftwood. raincloud no silver lining, where lightning strikestwice. bare feet hot cement. kidnapped girl in the polaroid. let me check my schedule. curiosity...cat. eggshells. prescription candy. thru the looking glass. holden red hunting cap. tyler/jack. why ophelia never learned to swim. hold my scissorhands. Drucilla. natural disaster. scartissue love tattoo addiction pain dissociation association. carrie bradshaw's evil twin. holly-go-lightly meets courtney love. wednesday adams grows up. marla singer's song. bad dreamer. caufield's wet dream, cobain sympatico. makes sid viscious look tame, e. edward grey esq.& miss. holloway synthesis. the white rabbit. igby. anti-heroine, captain jack's sparrow. temptation/seduction/truth cliffhanger. ticking sleep bomb, roman candle(lit). spilled milk guilt. poppy field dreamer. cafeconleche. waternymph/siren/pixie, hideandseeker. riotgrrlchild. fallen angel-demons beware. blindfoldedandbound,if swallowed contact doctor immediately. good veins. contagious, mixedbreed badmanners. moodswinger. shadowboxer. wrong side of the tracks. superlowrisepunkass. theonemamawarnedyouabout, chaoscalamity&charisma;, irresiatible&incorrigible;, neverlearnedmy lesson. kneehighs and runners thighs. handlewithcare. klepto-crinalin and hypno-medicine, tomboy/schoolgirl. skeptickeyebrow. dirty-flirty. cherrybombpocketpacker, hardcandy. sociopathsister. victim of my own past. hunter/hunted. bootstrap-trapped. is that my blood? just a minute while i reinvent myself. i’d like to meet: everyone i have forgotten and everyone who has forgotten me
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I wake in the middle of the night In another body. A mirror image--- Dulled eyes, Lopsided mouth, Red-blotched skin; All the same, But not of me. I am awake In a dream. Nothing moves. Nothing makes a sound (Except for the persistent drip Of the broken faucet, Skipping broken records, And all the broken hearts The king's men couldn't Put back together). I wake in the middle of the night In a different room. You're still snoring loudly Beside me like a Bear in winter, but I don't feel your scratchy fur Or the scrape of your claws. Beige walls around the room: Beige beige beige beige beige "I hate beige," And suddenly they drop away. I'm freezing in August, Sweating in January. The clocks on the wall All watch me. I wake in the middle of the night In another lifetime. Everything the same, But my skin is tarnished silver, My hands feel only cold. Eleanor Scissorhands, I ruin what I touch, So you learn to stay away. There's no comfort in Tensile steel And my life is made of it When I wake in the middle of the night.
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Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 3:44 PM UTC
Never Mix Prescriptions
I’ve felt the rhythm of the world, Pulsating from an unknown source, Illuminating every facet of existence. Life and death are Illusions. They are choices that we make, As we drift asleep, In the transitory second, The twilight in between dreams and reality. Preservation is unnaturally natural. Everything will fade, Everything will die, Sustainment is useless, Ignorant of facts, our brains think in Formaldehyde, Doing anything to hold on to gold dust as it slips through our fingers. I’ve been caught in this roundabout for as long as I remember, Assured that the chain would never be broken, Fearing what we can never know, Fearing more what I truly understand. Understanding allows for criticism, People who hate themselves know themselves too well. I’ve become so evasive towards touch; I thought I was made with scissorhands, Sharp blades, unable to satisfy what phantom limbs cannot feel, Now I know that it is okay; I am afraid. And now I understand why.
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Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC
Afraid
davy jones, edward scissorhands, the pengeuin... a man writing poetry and not earning a living via carpentry... the **** you on about? is it something obvious? 'cos i'm just dying to know!
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May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 11:18 PM UTC
reality
he asked if i like it, i said yes, you see, i like scissors. been waiting an hour or so, for words to come, although deemed prolific, i do get stuck some mornings. so at just past seven thirty, i have made the beds tidy, washed the dishes. bathed, dressed and perfumed, the cheap one, everyday, still had no words inclined. yes, i do like edward scissor hands, and i do so like scissors. my mother had one pair that I remember, made special with words, and to be careful it is the only pair. damaged later cutting a live electric wire, she survived. the budgie suffered. sbm.
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Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 2:46 AM UTC
. edward scissorhands .
death to the hair! all the men burning their hir! yeah... the missing A... must be... Cymru-Silesian... coraline soundtrack - dreaming... davy jones' - theme song edward scissorhands' - ice dance once i used to cry... but have you ever watched snow fall, in a graveyard, at night? it'a like... the souls of the dead were being reborn... so little of this world is due to the up-keeping of a fleeting-thought, its objectification of this world.. and so much of it... is due... sorry, dough, of what is not thought, but is felt... hence my disgruntling at what is at most: disgrace! cheapening emotion, how could you! how could you cheapen emotion to a level of elevating thought?! heretics! i'll say it again: blasphemers! who are you to demean emotion in favor of thought, which you cannot convince?! batman returns OST - birth of a penguin part 1 & 2... no wonder i go and **** once my grandparents are alive... a week or two... twice a year... weeks after Christmas, and weeks after Easter... 4am over-shadows... that concept of a lingering guilt, about some cleavage named Kelley Scarlett... my due... your turn... death appears, and disappears, but then the "magic" of mortality... ever watch snow fall in a graveyard? ever watch a supposed Dervish in said "in situ"? i could have died, but upon a reinterpretation, i did't have to live, to subsequently die, to live once more... i... just didn't require to live, at all.
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Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 11:03 PM UTC
Krampus' playlist
i incarcerated my favorite hummingbird i okayed it. i entitled myself to confine it in calloused cages but it no longer flies and it won't sing my humdrum hummingbird has failed me i pried open its gate it insisted on insulting my pride it estranged me when it stayed in its place placid as the melodies it no longer hums or plays it mocks me-- my existence like the world did till i persevered now nothing affects me but this thing... this feeble thing thinks it can challenge me? i doubt its persistence and if nothing else, i'm confident in its clipped wings - end
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Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 8:37 AM UTC
scissorhands
people are afraid of me because I'm different
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Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 6:36 AM UTC
edward scissorhands
Like pieces of a broken mirror My scissor, Hands will cut you To shreds A chain mail vest Would be the best And a heart made Of leather To lay down Before you rest
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May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 9:12 PM UTC
Checo Scissorhands
---- Ghostfaced overkillah/ I put the sin in sincerity/ Cast the last million stones/ Let’s rock like ***** & GOMORRAH/ Birdman, on the windowsill/ Launch a nuclear war/ Head on fire – NEVER LOOK BACK/ Running with scissorhands, blunted/ Wet paperbag gloves/ Chasing serpent tail forever/ So caught up in yourself, that/ You didn’t notice the climate change/ Sweating ice in a feverdream/ Friends & family are gone/ You’re all alone... THIS IS MANIA/ Shattered nerve clusterbomb/ My primary emotion is sadness/ Disguised as anger; explosive synapses/ Living in an elephant graveyard/ I snap like Thanos, and don’t marvel/ Verse as horcrux/ TATTERED SOUL JOURNALIST/ Stitching together a forked tongue/ Forcing my demons to talk “normal”/ It just sounds so unnatural/ And the voices are NOT HAPPY/ I didn’t listen for one month/ But prepared an epic mudbath/ Purification is a holiday/ Get out of rehab/ Go straight to the crackhouse.../ I’M NOT GONNA FAKE IT/ JUST TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER/ I’M NOT GONNA FAKE IT/ JUST TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER/ I’M NOT GONNA FAKE IT/ JUST TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER/ I’m a failure; thanks for asking/ Keeping it real is mad expensive/ And I’m broke./
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May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 6:35 AM UTC
Debt