SNIP (a poem by stephen xinos)

Snip

snip, snip, snip.......... a toe falls off
snip, snip, snip.......... a finger falls off
snip, snip, snip.......... a head falls off

I see my next victim
inching closer and closer.
I look on the wall poster to poster.

I know what I see and i've done it before.
I can keep my eyes open now looking
Door to door.

Music plays in the background but my mood
never shifts. Looking at the flesh while slitting
its wrists. At least I get paid though its sure not
a lot.

I hope i'm not fired and end up shot.

But on to the next and on to the next.
It sure gets routine though......
maybe your
Next.

What is poetry?

What is poetry?

By Stephen Xinos

Poetry is the sounds that you hear in the morning

When the birds are chirping. It is that humming in

Your head to your favourite toon.

Its your deepest and darkest secrets and feelings

Expressed with passion and creativity.  It is

The dialogue to your life.

It is the coaches’ words before the big game. It is

Your parents congratulating you on your

Achievements.

Poetry is an experience. It is an experience for

Other people to snap to or an experience for

Yourself to vent for your eyes-only.

It is pouring your heart and soul on paper

With no limits or parameters. Its where the

Creative shine and the nervous flourish.

Poetry may be a way to express and emotion

Or idea to some but it is more than that.

Poetry is the shocking truth that readers

Everywhere love to see.

Poetry may just be words on paper to some

But if you look closely enough you will see

That poetry is a memory for people to share.