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I just wrote a thing in the buss on my way home.
To enjoy the dead
and hate the living
to be awake in bed
and never offer a giving
Poke your eyes out and hear
Every rock is screaming
be it far
be it near.
Crying while you take out
the blade from her chest.
"They made me do it!
I'm weak!
He will kill menow
cause she told him to
or she will die from his left hand
cause his right was cut
off by a righteous man
who fought for a woman
who never loved
after she was raped
by the pastor
when she prayed
to be free
but the pastor had taken
more pills than
his mortal God
told him to take."
All that ends in hell
started in Eden.
You cry as I cry.
You don't see me
as I see you,
but you can smell me.
You don't know that the smell is mine.
It just reminds you
of the home
you had
when you were a baby.
It reminds you
of your first love,
of your wife,
of your dead child,
though you never knew her,
it reminds you of
peace
and that makes you cry more and the guilt is tearingyour ribs and your own breath is suffocating you.
"
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
"
I can't forgive you.
Deep
Your poem is very deep. I fell in love with the energy. I could feel what the person was feeling. I myself have been through a tragedy as such, and this poem really touched me. You are an amazing writer.
You've gotta pass hell to get to heaven..
Thank you.
Thanks. I'm glad you like it.
By the way... Shoud I post old stuff here or just new ones?
:)
you can post anything you wrote yourself. you don't have to say when you wrote it, if you don't want to. some people also share old poems published a long time ago, outside the bounds of legal copyrights (in the public domain). if you do that, you should say who wrote it and when it was published.
Thanks.
I see. Thanks.