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6th Annual Poems About Suicide Month
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It is now time for the "6th Annual Poems About Suicide Month" at The Pigpen (3 year hiatus), where we ask you to FIGURATIVELY slice a vein and pour out your depression onto paper (or make it up as that's what writers do).
Use this thread as your cathartic release. My therapist said she'd be thinking about me. I guess she forgot.
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
09-01-2021, 10:35 PM
Make it up?
You must be kidding or chopping wood in Nirvana to keep seventy virgins warm (my shrink is named Dr. Islam.) I can bend spoons of joy merely by thinking about them, I’m the Uri Geller of depression. Everyone comments on my sad faced dog, looks like William Macy on a bad day. It’s not a coincidence that he’s my dog. I listen to Mozart’s Requiem to cheer up. But suicide? Yes, it’s on my list yet there’s so much sadness that would go wanting. Who wants to let despair go homeless?
09-02-2021, 05:23 AM
1.
I know this will hurt, and Lisa, you will always ask Jim and why, what could father, have been done Mother, to fix You'll need to refill it. Depression, anxi- e too much of a mess. ity. Confusion, fe- d s I don't make ar, immaturity, self- p I hope e r t a e
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
09-02-2021, 05:51 AM
dithering
What should I do with the husk? I don’t want to leave myself behind. It feels too much like littering to leave all this dust for someone else to find.
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara
09-02-2021, 10:41 AM
Overdue
Fly circling just out of reach in my stuffy rent-due room... the report will scare him then he’ll land for a first taste to begin the party. First time I ever will have drawn a crowd.  Non-practicing atheist
09-02-2021, 02:22 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-05-2024, 03:19 AM by Tiger the Lion.)
The Boxcutter
It would need a new blade. Curious how careful I was not to nick myself with the rusted edge of the old one.
09-02-2021, 02:33 PM
09-03-2021, 03:40 AM
(09-02-2021, 02:33 PM)Tiger the Lion Wrote:(09-02-2021, 10:41 AM)dukealien Wrote: Overdue Sadly, in this benighted age few will have recognized the future perfect. 
Non-practicing atheist
09-05-2021, 02:08 PM
Shadows from the Sea,
Come swim with me. Angels in the clouds, Come share my shroud. Devils in the sand, Come take my hand. Ghosts of the field, Feed me your yield. Often you ask if I would care to play? Every time I answer, "No, not today."
Last day of suicide awareness month I'd like to start a list in memory of all the artists and famous people or anyone else you know took their own life. I don't know a whole lot
Sylvia Plath Ernest Hemingway Robin Williams Chester Pennington Chris Cornell Anthony Bourdain Marilyn Monroe David Berman (poet 'actual air') I'm not sure if accidental overdoses count. Chris benoit Kate spade Anne Sexton (poet 'live or die') Virginia Woolf Hunter s Thompson
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
10-01-2021, 10:25 AM
last call
when you didn't answer, I found out the hard way brother- Ron E. Becker 
10-01-2021, 11:30 AM
10-01-2021, 12:09 PM
Inside the eye of the storm, atop the the highest summit.
Clouds billowing inside his ears, mushroom blue lightning fires down from them. Choking down the inertia from the first attempt. Inching towards the edge --no, not like this-- so he gives a running start. The world plummets down with him as he screams out in mortal pain; amplified by the horns of death. He fell into a void where ground should have been and now he screams eternally. 
02-25-2022, 03:15 AM
Ant
It’s breathing within me, pushing my mind out of my brain. They had to get rid of me, so they wouldn’t get infected. I wandered, on the streets of New York, and took the elevator up to my apartment. I perched by the window, and waited for weeks, while it built up inside. Sprouting from my head, the cordyceps reached out releasing it’s spores to the wind. |
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