"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
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 8:19 AM UTC
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.
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC
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.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC
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.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
"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.
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 2:57 AM UTC
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
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 3:20 PM UTC
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.
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 12:28 AM UTC
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.
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 5:04 AM UTC
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
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 8:26 AM UTC
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
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 7:33 AM UTC
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.
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 3:44 PM UTC
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.
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC
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!
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 11:18 PM UTC
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.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 2:46 AM UTC
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.
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 11:03 PM UTC
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
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 8:37 AM UTC
people are afraid of me because I'm different
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 6:36 AM UTC
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
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 9:12 PM UTC
----
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./
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 6:35 AM UTC