stop it

by whatevr

Published May 17, 2012

In PoetrAAAY

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Words carve out
bite sized chunks, 
leaving nothing but the
hunger.
Shovel,
spoon,
get out.
Acid tasting
guillotine,
cut off my tongue
so that I no longer want
to taste,
to talk.
Shovel,
spoon,
stop it.
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Nook
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Nook wrote a review Review · Jun 24, 2012

Um...this is dead scary to me...but very well written. It's a classic pouring out of emotions and feelings and descriptions and imagery. I see a lot of potential in you. But keep in mind that it's necessary to structure your poem correctly, otherwise, it looks disorganized... Also, remember the capital letters and so forth. But other than that, I found this poem very interesting...Keep up the good work!



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