blood
I love it.
thank you, i wrote it one night when i was about to do it. I had to get the feelings out before it killed me
this is me in my own personal hell...
the pain is what makes it bearable
this poem might as well been written in my blood cause if i didnt write it i would have done it.
memories flit acrross my mind ..
the razor makes such memories
Ya, whatever.
sorry you didnt like it, i do not fear critisism, as long as it is honest
It's just the contradiction of nihilism... a true nihilist wouldn't even bother to write. It's so easy for people who live where your life isn't threatened every time you walk out the door to glamorize and embelish on pain, blood and death.
i wasnt glamorizeing it, i dont want to die, i wrote this because at a difficult time in my life it struck my mind to commit suicide, it was such a strong feeling that( it might sound stupid) the only way i could release my feelings was to write this poem to maybe satisfy my urges for it. So it worked and im still here, no regrets. I dont claim that my life is unbearably hard but its not easy to live in a world that thrives on pain blood and death as you well know. Just because im not there with you doesnt mean that i dont feel for the world and its torment which will soon end us all.
My mind, any mind has the ability to linger on unpleasant things. I fully acknowledge the pain and suffering in the world and the limits of my willingness and/or ability to feel it. I have been quoting Kurt Vonnegut lately, from an interview where he said, "Humans, dogs shouldn't be treated so badly."
indeed they should'nt, I do struggle some times at the fact of my birth, i feel sometimes if given the choice and knew of what was to come for me and my life and the world that seems to be falling apart at the seams, would i have said yes to life or declined it all together with discust. But my poetry mostly lies on my inner demons that i fight with that want to lash out at the inhumanity that is killing our right to be ourselves and those who just follow them in fear of persecution of difference.
We must be floating in similar waters. This latest leg of my voyage is over treacherous waters. It's just me and the boat and the best I can so is float aimlessly without bearings, purpose or mission. For myself, there is no humanity. No family or friends planning a rescue. No helicopter out of nowhere or cargo ship off course. I'm just waiting for the next big wave to toss me around into the night as I stare at the lost stars.
... hence my autobiographical movie titled Monk Slide... I am tiny man.
very unique way of expression, i like it
thank you for your comments, your honesty has been a pleasure
hm...HMMMM! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!
hmmm?????????
yes, indeed, the hm is mmm.
I really "felt" this.
P.S. I like your icon picture.
P.S. I like your icon picture.
thank you, it took me about 6 years before i showed anyone this poem because alot of the people around me would not have understood. They really dont know me very well, its kind of sad but i dont show them because they seem happier percieving me the way they expect me to be.
Anyway im rambling, thank you the icon i like cause it reminds me of a dark soul screaming out to a world that wont hear him. Some what the way i feel in my every day life.
I understand that feeling tremendously. You remind me a lot of Valentine. I bet the two of you would get along greatly.
You can ramble to me anytime! I'm the ramble queen!!
You can ramble to me anytime! I'm the ramble queen!!
i bet we will too, thank you i shall ramble again with you soon
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