escaping for just a moment
sitting alone with my knife
alluringly it calls out my name
whispering promises of comfort
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The one thing about most of us who call ourselves poets, have been there(even if many won't admit it) We often talk of death as though we actually went through with it. Aren't we all glad that in the end we all chicken out and just write what we feel. Good job at getting your point across
Silentpoet Grl...this is a response from ZERO.....I sent him this poem and he wanted to respond to it, so he wrote this for you.....smiles.... Gusts surge from the south, A king without a crown His eyes gaze in crimson without a sound Now your life has ceased, ended by the blade Soon you'll suffice in a realm without light This is your new home, shadows and spite Live amongst the night where it all shall fade The messenger of blackened wings Meets your tainted wrists, lips abound by taste May he so take just a dropp of your fate Or perhaps take upon your fallen grace? Sacrè Coeur, C'est la vie
you are writting so well the heart and soul is clear for poeple to read this poem so brill
I truly loved this poem to the point that I read it for three times.....trying to understand it better.....and lovely theme you chose.......amazing work
This is a good write. You are very brave to have written this. Please be careful. I like having you around, my dear friend. Sincerely your friend, Kara
the sharp blade so appealing, my unbroken skin so willing... Great poem! I rate a ten [3
The kiss of death comes to end all dreams... The trick of life is to keep the dream alive... Another fine poem from you my friend...
As long as you hold on to the last thread of life, you will hold our souls within your grasp. Blessings dear sister.
That touched me on s oamny levels that ws mesmerizing!
powerful and emotional write...beautiful words on a sad subject..loved it. -SG
superb...and sheer brilliance..that's what i can say