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May 1


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death has a way
of assuring you
that he is your
only friend;

he's the only
one that will
stay with you
whenever you
reach the end
i am back to my sad morbid stuff
and it feels good,
i feel like i've ignored death for too long

(and i haven't posted a poem in a while because i received a few hurtful messages
last week and i'm ashamed to say i let them get inside my head. but now i'm just going to post
whatever the hell i want. and if you don't like it, please lump it, because i do)
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Rai-Laurel Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2014  New member
Your poem reminds me of a mediveal (sorry for the mispelling) allegory play. In it a man was told he was going to die. He appealed to Wealth, Friends, Lust, and Luxuries (paraphrasing because I don't remember "exactly" what the play referred to them as) to come with him into Death, and they all refused. The only thing that followed him was a small Faith.

The difference between your poem and that allegory play is that the speaker of the poem realizes that not even Faith can follow into death. We are alone, though we try not to feel as if we are. You've given our subconcious a voice our concious mind must now listen to.
brokenfragilethings Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
you could get millions of wonderful messages, but the hurtful ones are the ones that really stick.
it's kind of sick how masochistic our own bodies and brains are.

i ridiculously love all of your stuff, sad or not.

it's nice to see you here (even though i'm late, i'm late.)
Corpstine Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2014
Hurtful messages? Must be sprout from jealousy! Don't let those green-eyed monsters drag you down again, you brilliant poet.
Kangaroodle Featured By Owner Jun 3, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
oh but this is such a beautiful poem. it strikes a chord in me, for having had to switch schools and friend circles so often, having been forgotten by essentially all those whom I have met, I feel like I will have no one for long, that no one will have me for long. life is a casting off, but death is comforting in its unwavering, immutable eternity. not that I seek it, not that I hope for it, but at the end of my life when there is no one but death and I, it would come as a friend.

this is such a moving poem!
Igneousdruidess Featured By Owner May 20, 2014  Student General Artist
this gave me shivers, good ones
Nellie0224 Featured By Owner May 12, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Wow. Wow. Wow.
Samandra-Chan Featured By Owner May 9, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
wow....i dont even what to say to that....

i love your poems so muuchhh thouuuugh
CodeWhitex Featured By Owner May 9, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
i love your poems, your wording and ideas are nothing less than beautiful and perfect. 
ReubenDeFlash Featured By Owner May 8, 2014  Student Writer
Amen to that. Haters gon' hate, but your work is amazing and you should continue. :heart:
nikan2 Featured By Owner May 8, 2014
"a free man thinks of nothing less than death. his meditation is not upon death, but upon life"
(Benedicto Spinoza/ethics in geometrical order/part V)

i'd say, you have not lost the scent of life.
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