If you cut off the top and bottom of a + sign it becomes a - sign.
Which means to take from me or from thine.
If you take the letter i and cut up from the dot.
You'll have and odd ! standing in the i's spot.
If you cut a line down the letter S.
You'll have the $ -our money's favored crest.
Cuttings change how things appear;
some close to home; some not so near.
A friend cuts her hair, to get a new look;
she chose the design from a cutting in a book.
That same day a mans cut from his work;
He collects his last check from the lean-cut desk clerk.
Would you consider these events to go hand in hand?
One of a girl and one of a man.
Both got a cut; one bad and one good;
and there in the background the word cut coolly stood.
A boy cuts ties from a gang in the hood;
on the rite ground his feet now stood.
That same day a gang member cuts another's throat open;
because of that cut hes now barely cope'n'.
Cut open; cut off;
take the gain, and cut the loss.
CutT!ng$ from the the paper;
a note that says 3MilL.
Will you save your child?
Or will you let her be killed?
Cuttings from the paper;
pictures from the funnies.
Did the kidnappers go for the kill,
or did they get the money$?
"You + Me" cut into the tree;
there's not a simpler way to tell you I love thee.
Did this cut seal the deal; are they bound by fate?
Or will they part ways, from another cut of hate?
And now to speak of what you all thought this poem was about;
for when someone says cuttings, this seen comes in without a doubt.
In youth; in old -boy or girl.
The death of life; the blackened pearls.
When the pain of mind is to great to bare;
you long for any other pain to be there.
Sharpened blade, or razors edge;
better pains felt for livings dead.
From the cold knifes price; the trickle of blood grows warmer.
Breath caught in solidarity lungs in an abandoned corner.
Cutting through pain, cutting through hurt;
Cutting the lies hidden under her skirt.
The Tongue lashes out, cuts cutting long;
through the people who love you and ask you "whats wrong?"
But they don't understand the pain that is life;
so he continues to cut with his now dull knife.
Cuttings change us, with every slice;
whether it be through hair or through skin with a knife.
We make our own cuts, for better or worse;
they change who we are... they change the universe.
Do not let the ill cuts of the past blind you;
its what you do in the now that most correctly defines you.
Cut the fold from your eyes, and the chains from your heart;
its never to late to make a new start.
If there's one thing you take from the cut I have made;
its that the knowledge is free, its only the time that you paid.
Cu++!ng$
