Dead, Death, Same Diff.
Dead, or Death
Who really cares
I'm here to share
My story with you
I want to die
Cry inside
Shove a dagger
through my heart
But still death, being dead, seems so far.
I want a car
to end my breathing
I want to slit my wrists vertically
Why do I want such things to happen to me?
I'm ill, put
me in an asylum
to rot, I hear my last breaths await.
Get Ready,
I'm aching for this, it won't be so pretty.
Just purest of all insanity.
10 13 2010.
So, here's my weird reaction.
So, here's my weird reaction. When you say "dead", I think of being gone from this miserable life and not having to put up with all the ignorance and, to be non-poetic, crap, of this world! But when you say "death", I think of this guy in a long, black robe chasing you around with a scythe and a bony finger (as in "your next..."). That lends a whole new meaning to your title. On the other hand, the intensity of your emotion is well-expressed, and your imagery is absolutely gripping. I think you express a lot of sincere emotion here, and basically are saying you are "fed up" with this world. I hear it, and know it well, but I do hope you'll stick around a little longer and write some more!
10 13 2010.
I love your work because you
I love your work because you keep it so real. Just about everybody thinks about this during some part of their life but it takes a lot of courage to write about it it in such poetic fashion. Very nice poem.
10 13 2010.
you got style i like it...:)
you got style i like it...:)
10 13 2010.
you got style i like it...:)
you got style i like it...:)