I have put up very little of my personal writing on this blog, but here is a poem I wrote some days back. Yes, I know it is very generous of me to share it, and the words of course, are charming as ever. So enjoy "an ode to the one i loved". And oh, I hope no turd will rip off any of it for any reason whatsoever.
31.viii.2009
like a pit full of burning lava
blood bubbles up in my heart
it flows hot through my veins
reaches my brain with a start
confined space not much help
ventless anger builds up quick
choose the gun or the crowbar
damn, its so difficult to pick
no, i will use bare hands only
that is the only thing to satisfy
as they close around her throat
so hard, she won't be able to cry
how her body is thrashing now
she really wants to scream for help
wants to beg for her shitty life
but she only manages to softly yelp
even if she did get a word in
too late for mercy and forgiveness
but it must not finish so quickly
a tad too soon yet for nothingness
i will spare you the other details
her soul went north and body south
i sat there with a difficult smile
thinking, with my gun in my mouth
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when was this written? dont tell me you are still not over it.
the date you seek is mentioned just above the poem. and still not over it?! what do you think the poem is about? :P
Chilling. Every time.
Like I said, I never would have had the opportunity to see how a man would feel if he was in this position.. which a lot of women have been in. Is this the only passion that provokes someone to want to kill himself or the one he loved(/s) or both? Its so interesting because I would do the same- in the exact same manner.
what position are you talking about? if you are refering to what i think you are, then for one, i am in a different position. for two, you will be surprised how many men have been in that position you refer to. as for passions, any feeling, once intense enough, can become rather passionate and hence capable of thoughts of extreme actions.
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