I cut teeth as a baby,
I cut class in school,
I didn't make the cut for football,
I cut farts a lot,
as a kid, big long rips,
I got cut once or twice in the arines,
I cut an umbilical cord on a baby I delivered,
I cut the leash off a drowning puppy in an icy lake,
while the mother tried to cut my throat with her teeth,
A good friend cut my wrist
when we were boxcutting at work,
I bled like a stuck pig,
and squirted it at the police officer
when he pulled us over on the way to the E.R.....
I cut my mamas hair ..
a small lock just before they incinerated her ....
I cut off my sister, who has 13 kids,
and always wants a handout,
and then abuses me when it isn't enought,
I cut down on smoking and then quit,
I cut off a sweater I was wearing that caught fire,
I cut in a few lines and got primo seats.....
I cut some coke in my time
but realized it was snot fun anymore.....
I've cut my fair share of cards,
and big piles of cash......
I've kissed the cuts of little ones
and made them better...
wish I could do that for you...
cause I've never cut myself,
but I've gone to get some who did...
one boy in the Marines
swallowed eight razor blades
he broke 'em in half,
and he lived but he wrecked his stomach
for a long time.....
but you know.... if I had cut myself
I might never have been
able to think back now on
all the joy and love
and lust and sheer pleasure
and thrills and chills
and pain and sorrow
that made me stronger
that I might have missed
for the split second joy
of slicing my flesh.....
and I am glad I left
the scars in my memory...
maybe it's time you cut it out
and started to live...
before God calls out
the end of your next scene
with a loud Cut...
cause I know some who cut,
just a wee bit too deep,
and they bleed out quite fast,
into eternal sleep.
peace to you and your future.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Artis
I cut class in school,
I didn't make the cut for football,
I cut farts a lot,
as a kid, big long rips,
I got cut once or twice in the arines,
I cut an umbilical cord on a baby I delivered,
I cut the leash off a drowning puppy in an icy lake,
while the mother tried to cut my throat with her teeth,
A good friend cut my wrist
when we were boxcutting at work,
I bled like a stuck pig,
and squirted it at the police officer
when he pulled us over on the way to the E.R.....
I cut my mamas hair ..
a small lock just before they incinerated her ....
I cut off my sister, who has 13 kids,
and always wants a handout,
and then abuses me when it isn't enought,
I cut down on smoking and then quit,
I cut off a sweater I was wearing that caught fire,
I cut in a few lines and got primo seats.....
I cut some coke in my time
but realized it was snot fun anymore.....
I've cut my fair share of cards,
and big piles of cash......
I've kissed the cuts of little ones
and made them better...
wish I could do that for you...
cause I've never cut myself,
but I've gone to get some who did...
one boy in the Marines
swallowed eight razor blades
he broke 'em in half,
and he lived but he wrecked his stomach
for a long time.....
but you know.... if I had cut myself
I might never have been
able to think back now on
all the joy and love
and lust and sheer pleasure
and thrills and chills
and pain and sorrow
that made me stronger
that I might have missed
for the split second joy
of slicing my flesh.....
and I am glad I left
the scars in my memory...
maybe it's time you cut it out
and started to live...
before God calls out
the end of your next scene
with a loud Cut...
cause I know some who cut,
just a wee bit too deep,
and they bleed out quite fast,
into eternal sleep.
peace to you and your future.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Artis
Author notes
Written January 8th, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- im baaack!!! by nobodys-girl.
500 points, ended April 8, 2007, 22 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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wow...first i thought this was a funny poem and than the futher i got it kinda made me feel guilty but totally in a good way...i love the part "I've kissed the cuts of little ones and made them better...wish I could do that for you...cause I've never cut myself," i'm not sure why...i just really like that part. it's good that you've never cut because it's truly a horrible habit that i wish i never started...anway amaing poem and thanks for entering.
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wow. This is amazing. Very inspirational. Thank you for sharing this with us. Good luck in the contest!!!


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wow, this is amazing. i wish i could have seen this when i was cutting, it's very empowering, touching and hopeful. thank you for sharing it.
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not quite sure wat u ment by the whole 'ur girlfriend' thing hopefully u ment how girls sumtimes call their close friends their girlfriends cuz yah im not like that lol sorry just making that clear anyways this is very good i love this this sounds like perfect for my friend to read thx and good luck in the contest
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damm that was great !
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Wow this was great Artis, seems everything you write kicks ass!
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wonderful
brilliant idea--beautifully brutally honest-I love it...hugs,
luv,
ali -
Some of this was almost funny, creative, and unique. Me being a newly cutter, I liked this poem a lot...Glad you see the joy and the happiness, wish I could.
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amazing poem, i like it a lot. gets the message across without being preachy at all.. it made me stop and think. never was a cutter much myself, i can't really understand fully the way physical and emotional pain can be so attached in that way. wonderful write
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Who are you? details please. I read your poems everywhere and i LOVE them you have so much talent and I admire you for that. I'm going off to read some more...great..really you're great!
~SugarnSpice~ -
WONDERFUL
gee...and here i just cut everyone out of my life once or twice...only every now and than *smiles*....wonderful...yet again you hit a homer!!!!...Good Job -
love how you played on words while still maintaining your point with every line. as a concerned friend of an individual who cuts i found this piece amazingly accurate in most every way. hopefully everyone who can relate to this in any aspect can somehow find a means of overcoming this (or helping someone to do so). beautiful write. nicely done.
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I asked my oldest daughter why it was she felt the desire to cut herself (she had been doing this for some time before i walked in on her one day and saw the evidence myself) she told me it eased the pain,for that brief moment, a slice to the skin took away all the hurt her boyfriend inflicted on her....that was also the moment i found out her then 15 yr old boyfriend was abusing her both physically & mentally...it wasn't until she had her own child that she stopped cutting...a year & a half after her child's birth before she reached a place in her life to walk away from that boyfriend..
After years of trying to get her help & help her myself...I put her in God's hands..and am learning to let go..let Him work His way..and He has/is..
that's my story with my own child that was a cutter..Thank God, she no longer is..and she,herself,now tells me how stupid it was in the first place to do that to herself..go figure!
You are one very talented..very special person, artis..God Bless You
much love & peace
~Pamela -
had to come back and read it again. Very good. Quite amazing.
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Brilliantly done...you managed, through clever plays on words, to convey the alternatives to cutting without ever appearing patronising, and never anything less than concerned. I liked how you inserted personal experiences and memories to provide a parallel to the life of the person in the poem's title, and the quantity of relative phrases you found to fit the word 'cut' astounded me - coke, kids, family members, your own wrist, umbilical cords, cigarettes...beautifully, beautifully done. Another fantastic piece from a poet whose works I am appreciating more and more.
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As someone who is very concerned about people who cut(and still having a hard time understanding it)this caught my eye.i think you did a great job.this is very well done!
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compassionate & profoundly moving
You have a heart that is even more beautiful than your poetry...don't know why I'm surprised....that kind of intense loveliness had to be born of something exquisite. I feel as if, through your poetry, you unveil yourself bit by bit...I catch glimpses with which to unravel the enigma you seem to want to be on some level. This poem, particularly, shows so much of who you are and what your life choices and experiences have made you. This was a profoundly honest and deeply moving outreach to another through self-disclosure. The anquish and strength of your desire to get this message across is obvious in nearly every perfect word of this. You leave me speechless and believing in a world I'd begun to doubt. You were my poetic hero before I read this...now, you have become my superman. Thanks so much for this poem...but, most of all, thanks for being you.
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Cutting is something so unfathomable to me. The desire to hurt oneself to avoid feeling the pain of the world, absolutely defies logic. I suppose there is much in this world though which holds no logic...Sigh...
I ache for those who hide this secret..and I pray that somehow.. they find the strength to stop.
Excellent my friend... Your unique abilities to use words...has once again been done with perfection.
Hugs..
Mary ann -
Hmmm...I hope this shines some light on all those who decide to cut themselves or others or anything else for that matter...
I always wondered why someone would do this, I see nothing is gained at all by it....except alot of sorrow....Very interesting poem you've created...




Kimberly
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Well Done Artis!
Artis, I applaud you!
This is a well constructed work with a strong message and I hope it cuts open some closed eyes and closed minds and helps someone somewhere.
You are to be commended (condemned by those hardened beyond hope, but there's always a few who relish their scars as medals earned in some hard fought internal psyche war) for this piece.
Bravo. I stand and applaud you. T'is not often I read something that moves me to this stage of true praise. -
great poem i liked it a lot i cut twice myself but i think this is better than anythign i could write about it. gtg, i'll read more of your work later.
Good-bye.
God bless.
Peace out.
~Andy -
Wow, brilliant! You take something that has meaning for only the individual who cuts themselves and show them there are other ways to cut through life, i loved every single play on words you conceived... well done!
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