Passionsrejected05 Posted March 1, 2003 Report Posted March 1, 2003 Watch Isn’t it beautiful The way it runs down your arm, To the ground, All around, All you an see is red. The passion is there in your eyes, The strength of you in is that knife. Don’t stop, you’ve come so far. Your going to make it, Finish your task. It’s not like anyone wants you here anyway. Just go, Cut, Feel, Live, Breath, Suddenly you cry out, You realize there is nothing left. You met the end. What was the point? Now your dead. What was the point?
Vigil StarGazer Posted March 10, 2003 Report Posted March 10, 2003 (edited) See Now I feel wonderful the shell that I left on the ground. white chalk all around, It's down now my true fate is met. The point is to escape pain The way is to do what I did tonight To leave reality with style now I'll be rememberd My work is done. Now the world seems like a better place. Let go, memories, sorrow, pain, tears. For now I no long have to fear Now I no longer have to face the facts I am now free This is why you should join me. I am now dead That is why you must join me. A very powerful poem Passionsrejected, I can't resist to make a reply. Hope you didn't mind Edited March 10, 2003 by Lord of the Gay
The Portrait of Zool Posted March 10, 2003 Report Posted March 10, 2003 Great poems, both of you. Hope you don't mind if I jump in See? I have the power I control what I do I control where I go I control what I feel Irrevocably, Like a drunk. I seek oblivion in the ultimate rebellion. I give my power away in an illusion of power. Only one thing for me to do now for I am free; free to dance free to love free to sow free to reap free to throw it all away. Freedom - yeah. That's what it's about.
Archaneus Posted March 10, 2003 Report Posted March 10, 2003 Well, normally I would have something to accompany these but I am going through a terrible fit of writer's block right now so I'll say this, great job, all of you.
Rune Posted March 13, 2003 Report Posted March 13, 2003 You guys are all so talented to able to respond to one another in poem form. Amazing poem Passion. It is interesting how the act of suicide is glorified in the beginning but then chastised at the end.
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