Pins And Needles

Pins And Needles

A Poem by RastaChiko™
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An anti-ode for school. April 8th, 2010.

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From the sharp point,

To the ugly gleam.

Sending chills up my spine.

Much more terrible than they seem.

 

Used to jab,

And prick the human skin.

One shot, then two.

Then a thrid for their personal win.

 

Sometimes used to sew.

To mend one's own face.

They don't tilt on gender,

Or types of race.

 

Pins and needles enjoy bloodshed,

And everyone's pain.

Whenever they touch,

They pierce like cold rain.

 

The way they stand out.

With harsh ways to feel.

They shine like glass,

And stab like broken steal.

© 2012 RastaChiko™


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And stab like broken steal.
Steal should be steel, if we're talking about the metal

Besides that, I didn't catch anything wrong with it. I'm not big on poetry and don't know much about it, but I thought you did a nice job

Posted 8 Years Ago


First off - I love the title. Secondly - I love the...the disturbing part of this poem and its dark side. It's the kind of stuff I love. Great job >:] Menacing poem...

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Posted 9 Years Ago


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I really like the title and what it's about. Things such as this utterly fascinate me for some bizarre reason. I like the way you wrote it as well as what you had to say here. Good job!

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on April 9, 2010
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RastaChiko™
RastaChiko™

Flaming O's Records, MA



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