2nd Annual Poems About Suicide Month
#41
it works here.

though it's a pretty good poem.

i see this one as more about life than death...am i kinky?


(02-20-2015, 06:13 PM)rayheinrich Wrote:  

                                [Image: blood.jpg]

                                                    < blood >

                                                i'm trying to get beyond          
                                                   the necessity          
                                                    of its flow      
                                                         
                                                  trying to leave          
                                                  its constant run          
                                                         
                                                  and linger on the      
                                                   
                                                        red      
                                                       
                                                   my closed eye          
                                                       
                                                        sees        
                                                       
                                                   when looking          
                                                    at the sun          
                                                         
                                                         - - -    


I posted this in Misc. as its main spot, but also posted it here.
If this is not cool, remove this one and leave the other.
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#42
Are we still writing bad poems?

Clueless (an emo love poem)

You left me, you said goodbye
and now I just want  to die.
Die, die, die, you Bitch;
you hurt me, I’ll kill you Witch
bury you in the bottom of a ditch!

Yet, what device for your demise:
a lead pipe, a candle, a rope?
If you enter, abandon all hope,
but where, the library, the conservatory?
Really, I haven’t a clue.  
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?

The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
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#43
(02-21-2015, 09:44 AM)billy Wrote:  it works here.
though it's a pretty good poem.
i see this one as more about life than death...am i kinky?

Copied from somewhere on the webiverse:

Duality: There can not be Life without Death

       Our earth, indeed our universe exists as a seeming collection of opposites. It can be readily seen, very visibly in the natural world. And in all the following examples which I shall offer there is a wondrous purposeful implication which once understood, can help you to understand your own life better and more so the mysteries of being itself. Please remember that all the following are concepts only but if you can transcend the conceptual and move towards the unifying factor itself, you might be amazed. Try to find the unity of the following and at the same time try to see if there is any borderline between them. They are in no specific order of importance; some are more obvious than others. There's a billion more for you to explore on your own.

  Reality and Bullshit: The con artist places an advertisement in the paper or on a website for The Ultimate Sex Toy. The description of this toy specifies that it can perform dozens of perverse functions. The advertisement also promises that the purchase will show up on their credit card as Grey Holdings Pty Ltd. and will be sent in an unmarked package. Six weeks later, the victim receives a letter in the mail apologizing that their order can not be met at this time due to a huge demand for the product. As such they have included a check to refund their purchase. The check is from a company called "VIBRATING ANAL BUTT PLUGS PTY LTD" A large percentage of men are too embarrassed to ever cash the check and the con artist keeps the money.

  Day and Night: The day does not last; the night always returns. There can be no day without night and vice versa. Life would be very different without both. The whole or unifying factor is the movement back and forth between the two. They comprise the 24 hour period we call one earth day. One can not know the brightness of day without the darkness of night. Which really is more necessary? The careful, yet various and spontaneous combinations of both allow living beings to propagate and diversify.

   Waking and Sleeping: Our day is divided between these two states. Which is more important? Can one be without the other? Without the deep sleep we have no energy to be awake and yet we can not sleep all the time. Both exist as compliments. Are they not both needed? Funny how we devote so much of our attention to the waking state and yet deep restful sleep is life sustaining and renewing. Think about that the next time you ponder purchasing a new mattress!

   Black and White (or any color combinations): If these words were not black and instead were white you would not see them. The white of this page allows the black letters to appear.

   Sorrow and Joy: How would you know joy is not for the sadness interspersed?

   Male and Female: The seeming opposites when brought together allow for the creation of new life. This is the living universe at its finest. In the union of the two a visible miracle happens.

   Past and Future (what has been vs. what will be): This is a neat one. Where does one end and the other begin?

   The Ocean and the Shore: Where does one end and the other begin? How do they need each other? Which contains which?

   Work and Play: Why do we work at all? Is it not for the purpose of granting us the time to play and relax? And yet if we played all the time would anything get accomplished?

   Movement and Stillness: One cannot even understand reality without these two basic scientific concepts. The whole universe acts through these. Watch the natural world. There is an underlying stillness apparent and yet movement occurs. It is the movement which is called change that accentuates, diversifies and endlessly recreates.

   All and Nothing: The question of the ages. Can nothing exist? Are they the same?

   Life and Death: "The end of the Line" to quote the Traveling Wilburys. The fact is that there can be no living without dying and vice versa. One needs the other both logically and physically. For this one, the world of nature is the greatest teacher. Just direct your attention there: to the seasons, the changes, the animals, the whole process. And yes, it is one process that defies any and all concepts and philosophies. Beings die. Beings are born. It is endless. It is the greatest miracle of all. We are intimately connected to it. Human beings die. Others are born. Is it not the life "dynamic", that continues? Is it not this whole that exists always, independent upon the forms or names or shapes. Does it not always exist? Now the key is to find that in yourself right now. abide in that, in this sense of life.

   Dwell in the space of your own awareness, your "I-am-ness", your presence. Sense it, feel it, relax into it. What is it? Try to define it. Does it have a name, a color or a sound? Or is it something so amazingly simple? Find it. I double dare you. Because this is the whole, the source, the absolute! It is YOU right now. It is not the you of concept, of name, occupation, role or desire. There is no duality here. It is pure silence-the unity itself, the witness of all that is. That which allows all the opposites to dance to the music of creation is the whole: the sum of all the seeming parts. There is only this and you are this. Your body will die. Your memories will cease. Your dreams will fade. The whole will always be. You are the whole. Once you understand that in your core you will see that life and death are one. One needs the other and ultimately one is the other. There is no more reason to be afraid because that which you really are is eternal. Rest in that. Life will simply happen!

Just Be!

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#44
From Ray,

"Past and Future (what has been vs. what will be): This is a neat one. Where does one end and the other begin?"

That's easy, with you.
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?

The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
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#45
(02-21-2015, 11:14 AM)Erthona Wrote:  From Ray,

"Past and Future (what has been vs. what will be): This is a neat one. Where does one end and the other begin?"

You'll find that answer in the second paragraph. (You didn't read it, did you [rhetorical pun intended].)


(02-21-2015, 11:14 AM)Erthona Wrote:  That's easy, with you.

Aw, you pretty beast you. Next time, let's invite billy (ha, only kidding, though
you'll have to admit, his weed was good).




(02-21-2015, 10:28 AM)Erthona Wrote:  Are we still writing bad poems?

Clueless (an emo love poem)

You left me, you said goodbye
and now I just want  to die.
Die, die, die, you Bitch;
you hurt me, I’ll kill you Witch
bury you in the bottom of a ditch!

Yet, what device for your demise:
a lead pipe, a candle, a rope?
If you enter, abandon all hope,
but where, the library, the conservatory?
Really, I haven’t a clue.  


Aww, I [Image: heart.jpg] you.
almost terse
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#46
without weed
a broken bong
slits skin on wrist
the river of my veins flow
pool crimson on the grass
green carpet black with release
my penis piercing aches
as i write my last poe.................................................................................................
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#47
(02-21-2015, 04:45 PM)billy Wrote:  without weed
a broken bong
slits  skin on  wrist
the river of my veins flow
pool crimson on the grass
green carpet black with release
my penis piercing aches
as i write my last poe.................................................................................................

"Smoking grass and drinking beer is like pissing into the wind." - The Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers
almost terse
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#48
(02-22-2015, 03:03 PM)Yggdrasil Wrote:  Thought this was interesting... Actually wrote this last night and stumbled across this website today. Hope I'm not too much of an amateur.

Hi, we're a mix of poets at all different levels, the only requirement is the desire to improve and help  each other improve. The entry fee is three thoughtful critiques in the workshops, this post was approved because you put it in the right place, it is a fine addition to the thread. Smile

Welcome, hope you enjoy the site.
billy wrote:welcome to the site. make it your own, wear it like a well loved slipper and wear it out. ella pleads:please click forum titles for posting guidelines, important threads. New poet? Try Poetic DevicesandWard's Tips

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#49
Ok, I'll do it. Dammit. 


Near Perfect




The scars trace spider-web thin across my wrists,
barely visible.
I heard they called in a plastic surgeon
to produce such results.

I wish the cicatrices could scream to the world
for all to see the damage done.

The razor slipped so easily,
I could not feel the slice itself,
only the tug of skin separating and the warmth of
so much blood.

My world faded out
then back in again to IV bags and
soft restraints.

Soon enough I was hauled like cargo
to Woodridge;
a beautiful name to masquerade the atrocities
inside its walls.

Violations of self became the norm;
body cavity searches
and bathrooms with no doors
and always someone watching,
watching.

Sleep deprivation abounded
between 15-minute checks
and a roommate who banged her head against the wall
and word saladed about alien abductions.

I began to pray for her Haldol sedations
and struggled against the urge
to grab a pillow and
make
her
silent.

This, the cure for my delicate mental state.

My mind wanted to assimilate,
to slide over that edge and embrace the fog.
Ironically, something inside me was still fighting.

I learned to play the game quickly,
spout what they want to hear,
not how I truly felt,
allowed them to pry inside my very being.
Exhausted, ashamed,
I submitted.

They say I am sane
now; got papers to prove it.

As if that line were
thin and black
and not a gray fog,
lurking.

I am outlined by red watercolor,
awaiting the rain.
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#50
(02-21-2015, 09:11 AM)rayheinrich Wrote:  [quote='ChristopherSea' pid='185571' dateline='1424440447']
What about the other eye that is left open when you stare at the sun? Did it commit suicide?  Wink
[quote='ChristopherSea' pid='185571' dateline='1424440447']
What about the other eye that is left open when you stare at the sun?
Did it commit suicide?  Wink



Ray, thank you for the courtesy and your time taken in response. Deep as always!  Thumbsup
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris
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#51
(02-24-2015, 01:25 AM)ChristopherSea Wrote:  What about the other eye that is left open when you stare at the sun?
Did it commit suicide?  Wink

...
Ray, thank you for the courtesy and your time taken in response. Deep as always!  Thumbsup

And thank you for your deep-water colors.

P.S.
Has any artist ever drowned by their own medium?
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#52
A Rebuttal

and why not
end a life when it is time
rather than let it babble on
like a tiresome guest or a novel
that needs to tidy up every last detail
long after the story is over.

and why not
make the most important
decision for yourself
rather than let a speeding car
or crumbling veins
or a weak heart
make it for you.

who would argue
that a longer life
is somehow superior
to a shorter one.

it is the finality that scares you
like the period at the end
of a letter but before
the first cut.
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#53
Ray,

Yes I did read it, it was the only one I did read. Read it because I knew you would ask me about it. A con based on embarrassment somehow seems honest!

We had no duality before Descartes and Newton. That is before then everything was all smashed up. I suspects it was because they did not have a good grip on gravity. Prior to Descartes et. al., the only duality was good and evil; although literally God and evil. Something either had the nature of God, or the nature of Satan. Now we are trying to go beyond duality, by going backwards, but there will always be PB & J.

dale
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?

The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
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#54
HOLY DOG FUCK!

So many intelligent words.

While I'm not worthy to respond to them tonight, I will tomorrow and pretend I am.

J & BP & hold the pickles
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#55
Death by Flashcard


I was like a white shirt
 
that got covered in mud.
 
No matter how I scrubbed,
 
the stain would only spread.
 
I went to darker places
 
to try to feel
comfortable--
 
to blend in.
 
Everyone there still saw 
the mud.
 
I would never be clean
on the outside.
 
So,
 
I drank bleach.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
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#56
(02-25-2015, 07:25 AM)Todd Wrote:  Death by Flashcard


I was like a white shirt
 
that got covered in mud.
 
No matter how I scrubbed,
 
the stain would only spread.
 
I went to darker places
 
to try to feel
comfortable--
 
to blend in.
 
Everyone there still saw 
the mud.
 
I would never be clean
on the outside.
 
So,
 
I drank bleach.


wait - 

am I supposed to laugh at this?

It feels kind of *wrong*
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#57
(02-25-2015, 07:29 AM)milo Wrote:  
(02-25-2015, 07:25 AM)Todd Wrote:  Death by Flashcard


I was like a white shirt
 
that got covered in mud.
 
No matter how I scrubbed,
 
the stain would only spread.
 
I went to darker places
 
to try to feel
comfortable--
 
to blend in.
 
Everyone there still saw 
the mud.
 
I would never be clean
on the outside.
 
So,
 
I drank bleach.

wait - 

am I supposed to laugh at this?

It feels kind of *wrong*
I'm sorry, milo. It's hard enough for me to be motivated to write anything these days. The prompt goes where it will go.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
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#58
(02-25-2015, 07:38 AM)Todd Wrote:  
(02-25-2015, 07:29 AM)milo Wrote:  
(02-25-2015, 07:25 AM)Todd Wrote:  Death by Flashcard


I was like a white shirt
 
that got covered in mud.
 
No matter how I scrubbed,
 
the stain would only spread.
 
I went to darker places
 
to try to feel
comfortable--
 
to blend in.
 
Everyone there still saw 
the mud.
 
I would never be clean
on the outside.
 
So,
 
I drank bleach.


wait - 

am I supposed to laugh at this?

It feels kind of *wrong*

I'm sorry, milo. It's hard enough for me to be motivated to write anything these days. The prompt goes where it will go.

I found the ending funny. Just wondering if the bathos was intentional.
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#59
Probably. I wanted an abrupt shift.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
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#60
(02-25-2015, 07:25 AM)Todd Wrote:  Death by Flashcard


I was like a white shirt
 
that got covered in mud.
 
No matter how I scrubbed,
 
the stain would only spread.
 
I went to darker places
 
to try to feel
comfortable--
 
to blend in.
 
Everyone there still saw 
the mud.
 
I would never be clean
on the outside.
 
So,
 
I drank bleach.

The metaphor that "Can Take a Beating Yet Keep on Ticking*".

Love this.

"Tragedy, at its best, is comedy." - some Greek guy in some century BCE.


*Timex watch commercial tag line.
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