Prompt: Suicide
October 4th 2008 03:09
Suicide
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Slit my wrists;
It's so easy to bleed,
Vision blurring at the edges,
Oh death how beautiful and sweet.
Love, lies,
All your shit I've swallowed,
Every hit I've taken,
And look what you have done.
He called me beautiful once;
This man I couldn't believe
That I could ever have-
I wish I hadn't
Begun to believe it.
Because when I never saw him again,
I was more than sad;
You laughed at me
That he would ever take me away
From your cold, hateful embrace,
You who tortured me day and nnight.
And then I understood,
And now I understand;
That glint in your eyes,
What you have done,
And I will not be tormented,
By the monster that killed
The only man I could've loved,
Who could ever love me back.
Stealing my chance for freedom,
I knew that was your goal;
But you forgot
There are always two ways to gain it,
And today I take the road less traveled,
To die willingly.
My vision blurs;
My life is fading-
And as it is
All I can see is him;
He takes me in his embrace-
Why is he crying?
"I am too late,"
He whispers,
And all I can think
Is that it has to be fake...
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Your turn. Write something and post it where I can see it.
One word.
Suicide.
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Slit my wrists;
It's so easy to bleed,
Vision blurring at the edges,
Oh death how beautiful and sweet.
Love, lies,
All your shit I've swallowed,
Every hit I've taken,
And look what you have done.
He called me beautiful once;
This man I couldn't believe
That I could ever have-
I wish I hadn't
Begun to believe it.
Because when I never saw him again,
I was more than sad;
You laughed at me
That he would ever take me away
From your cold, hateful embrace,
You who tortured me day and nnight.
And then I understood,
And now I understand;
That glint in your eyes,
What you have done,
And I will not be tormented,
By the monster that killed
The only man I could've loved,
Who could ever love me back.
Stealing my chance for freedom,
I knew that was your goal;
But you forgot
There are always two ways to gain it,
And today I take the road less traveled,
To die willingly.
My vision blurs;
My life is fading-
And as it is
All I can see is him;
He takes me in his embrace-
Why is he crying?
"I am too late,"
He whispers,
And all I can think
Is that it has to be fake...
----------------------------- ---
Your turn. Write something and post it where I can see it.
One word.
Suicide.
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Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
Gives her haunting siren call,
It is not death,
for this God,
To walk through that door.
Voices call to me...
Through the light of beyond.
Come home! Come Home!
But to leap
from here to their
is called sin...
havnt I sinned enough?
To be now
beyond your judgement,
and make my choice alone?
Peace, peace, you are so close,
on the other side of pain's door,
I cannot seek to run through,
lest I lose all Ive gained,
from the birth of life
to the hollow now,
so silence your siren call,
I cannot follow you now,
I wait instead,
for you to come to me,
Chase danger,
and love chaos,
Death is in style...
Come to me....
Oh, thanks for the prompt Dianna, that was fun! I utterly adored your poem....It was light and haunting but it had a real edge to it, a force.
Comment by Dianna G
I Wish This Was 42
Fictional Worlds
Your poem was absolutely wonderful and thank you. I really like it. The last couple of days my poems have somehow ended up directed sort of at a specific person-I just think of them, not that anything like that's happened or anything, but I just sort of incorporate them.
Thankies and I'm glad you responded.
~Dianna
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
Comment by Dianna G
I Wish This Was 42
Fictional Worlds
There's nothing wretched about him. It just seems like an 'if this happened' type of thing.
~Dianna