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Prelude
I have happy thoughts
Inside my head,
Happy thoughts about death
Thoughts about what comes
After you slit the throat
I wish I could go and gloat
Wish I could say I'll lose something
God I don't know what motivates me
Anymore
This feeling of ROT
Tightening the KNOT
All the diseases I CAUGHT
Its mesmerizing
I'm fantasizing
About choking on-
Can't keep moving on-
I'm all alone-
GOD I HATE THIS FEELING
I thought about it once or twice
It always seemed kind of nice
The poem is written
The poem is written wonderfully. Although I cannot say I have ever thought about, I know of a person who has done this sort of thing, and the person he did it to was the mother of his twin's child (but he thought the baby was his---or so he thought she told him that several times). When he found out, it enraged him. In his mind he blamed her for unfaithfulness. In prison, his twin was his closest friend---always there with whatever he needed. I thought about how he may have felt, and came up with many different variations, but since I never asked him, I wouldn't know how he actually felt. His demeanor was always one of remorse, but who is to say? As for the actual cutting into the skin and severing the head to the point where there is only a thin piece of skin left, well, to tell you the truth, I think in most cases (except for countries where beheadings are common), the person is in a state of hysteria---and in those cases, it is much like when our animal instincts take over---same as when someone would attack you or try to steal your purse or violate you. You are going to protect yourself, your belongings, and those you love unless you are unusually calm and peaceful person---in which case you would allow the violation, and trust in strength of character.This can be an easy thing, but not so easy for those who have spent years being oppressed and mistreated by a country, system, person, etc--- I have witnessed unbelieveably effective police intervention with mental patients where they used talk therapy and real heart to heart communication to subdue people. I have also witnessed (not first hand, but through others), police intervention that only sought to protect the police, and they are two very different things, using two very different levels of intelligence (and I don't mean the organizations of 'intelligence', I mean human intelligence). Do you think chopping off someone's head would please you, Huligan? Maybe you could get a job as an executioner in a foreign country? :-) Live happily ever after... (?) At any rate, nicely written. You must love to 'shock' yourself from the drudgery of depression and mundane existence to ponder such things----or maybe you are just a cop that likes to shock others. In either case--- bravo--- I hope you get the attention you need to get back on track!! ~peace~
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
I'm not sure. I dislike
I'm not sure. I dislike seeing other people suffer, even though I usually wish they would.
I dislike inflicting pain to others, even though I wish I wouldn't.
As for the schock, it keeps me alive. Else i'd be stuck with a dull depression I didn't know how to treat.
And thanks. Not only did you take allot of time to write this comment, but you also got me thinking.
As for geting back on track, I can only hope for it to happen. It was nice when I wrote a song or two a day.
I'm just dry, now.
You are very welcome Huligan.
You are very welcome Huligan. I know life can seem like nothing but a burden at times, but that's life. We all have to find our own balance through the principles we were taught as children. When things happen unexpectedly---like war, famine, natural catastropic events, injustice, etc--- that shatter our core belief system of how 'we thought', how we 'were told' life is 'supposed to be', it can open us up to look at all of these things that you often write about. I think it probably is the 'norm' for most people to view the ugliness of the world and detach from it as if they were 'different' or 'special' and incapable of such horror, but truth is, we are all basically the same, and placed under the same circumstances, with the same upbringing, and the same set of upbringings, it is my belief (now--- having dug very deep to find some inner balance, after traumas that brought me to places within myself that forces me to face these realities of life), it is more than logical to think that you or I would have perhaps done the same thing. At least you are courageous enough to see things as they are in life, and try to find some balance within you---most people would just take a pill...or wait for Santa to come and fix them. God Bless you. ~peace~
PS---I don't think whether you write or not has too much to do with anything. It's what you think that will matter most---and that isn't really any of my business, and mostly what we all need to focus on a little more nowadays... ((huligan))
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "