Poem – Man running with scissors

And then the words came

Man Running with scissors
Cut through the existence of his life
Examining the layers
Deep red in the flesh he finds an image of his old self
Carefully he removes it
Embrace it with his lips
Before he swallows it again
Just to let his past slide through his system once more
Then it reappears back in his wounds
With more
Just more
And that is all he ever asks for
When he cuts open his soul and share it with the present
The blood stains that paint that presence
Has dripped down from a painful wound
Succumbed to that desire
Of finding himself through a painted image
He drew the lines for
And erased
Then drew again, and again and again
Until the lines where nothing more
Than a flat line,
then no more

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14 Responses to Poem – Man running with scissors

  1. I love this! The second blog today in which I’m going to draw a similarity to something I said, as well, on my About page: “Writing for me is a sweet and savage business – hefting raw slabs of emotion onto the block and crafting jumbles of words into descriptions for amorphous perceptions and feelings.”
    We are, after all, bodies of meat, just like the animals among us.
    Great post – I love the rawness of the images.

  2. Created ~ Create.it says:

    I really enjoyed reading this. Great poetry!

  3. angrygaijin says:

    I read this out loud. It sounded good~~ Nice idea of cutting out and swallowing the photo memory. I like the physical wrapped up in the spiritual.

  4. simonhlilly says:

    Great images running behind the eyes, words running.

  5. vishalbheeroo says:

    Brilliant thought process that transcend beyond the physical and material world:)

  6. Lindy Lee says:

    Your writing reaches the core of this reader’s psyche…

  7. gaamedmeg says:

    Jeg elsker dette diktet. Det gir meg en klump i magen som jeg ennå ikke vet om er god eller vond. Men det rører. Det er helt sikkert.

    • MesAyah says:

      Tusen takk! Jeg tror nok klumpen kanskje er både god og vond i seg selv. Dette gjorde begge deler for meg når jeg satt å skrev det. Det gjorde vondtgodt

  8. pearlz says:

    Richly textured writing, thanks for dropping by my blog.

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