2nd Annual Poems About Suicide Month

[Tiger the Lion]

a father's belt
should not know
so many uses

[i.might.be.a.bit.sad]

Welp super late to this party but i feel like im (cough) overqualified (cough) for this prompt and i cant sleep. So why not give it a go.

(VERY) POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING

Once

Once, just once, I will skip this meal.
Or maybe I like the sound of six.
Once, just once, I will split my skin.
Maybe just 20 more times.
Once just once, I will sneak down the bourbon.
It helped so much last night.
Once, just once, I'll take these pills.
Hope I don't wake in the hospital
this time.

[rayheinrich]

Welp super late to this party but i feel like im (cough) overqualified (cough) for this prompt and i cant sleep. So why not give it a go.

(VERY) POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING

Once

Once, just once, I will skip this meal.
Or maybe I like the sound of six.
Once, just once, I will split my skin.
Maybe just 20 more times.
Once just once, I will sneak down the bourbon.
It helped so much last night.
Once, just once, I'll take these pills.
Hope I don't wake in the hospital
this time.

"super late to this party"
If you're still alive, you can't be late.

Maybe vary, but NOT eliminate, the 'Once' repetitions.
I like the escalation. Clichés, when used properly, are quite devastating.
Good stuff.  

[just mercedes]

Trying for the kingdom (after listening to Heroin, Velvet Underground)


I’m waiting for those last exquisite pains,
my breathing stilled, no beating from my heart
and all my thoughts erased. I fill my veins
with teachings from the poppy’s moral art.

My memories begin within a breach
of love and trust. All down my empty years,
betrayals, broken promises. I reach
an ancient kingdom through these hollow spears.

The scars crawl up my arms and down my legs
and each injection leaves an ugly mark.
I scrape the bags and filters, shoot the dregs
and make this world recede into the dark

‘til consciousness goes swirling down the drain;
to sleep, to dream, and never wake again.

[QDeathstar]

had no idea this was a real thing. I can't imagine suicide. I mean, maybe after I maxed out all the credit cards I could get whilst partying with hookers and blow... if you are no longer worried about the consequences of dying or living then there is lots of fun to be had.

if I was homeless I'd steal from Walmart every day.

[Achebe]

had no idea this was a real thing. I can't imagine suicide. I mean, maybe after I maxed out all the credit cards I could get whilst partying with hookers and blow... if you are no longer worried about the consequences of dying or living then there is lots of fun to be had.

if I was homeless I'd steal from Walmart every day.

What if you had no arms and no legs, and were just getting into yoga, like Ricky Gervais?

[QDeathstar]

mwell then, killing myself wouldn't be about dying, but about striving for success. I mean, you kill yourselves without arms and legs, hats off.

I bow to the dedication of your craft.


I think I'd angle for some sympathy dick sucks in that case.

[Achebe]

I think I'd angle for some sympathy dick sucks in that case.

the limbless man propped on a chair
couldn't believe his luck:
the Scandinavian au pair
had a boyfriend he could finally cuck.
So telling his tale of a faulty ploughshare
he hoped for a sympathy suck.
Be woe betide, the lady's large
colleague, a hirsute  jock,
his blanching lips with love did sparge
then plopped in his humongous (you see where this is going...)

[bedeep]

(you see where this is going...)

Yes. If I didn't feel like suicide before, this helped.

[Achebe]

(you see where this is going...)

Yes. If I didn't feel like suicide before, this helped.

well, there were quite a few prepositions and punctuation marks missing 
it's odd how things look ok on your phone but really aren't.

[Leanne]

It's deep and it's dark
and it's cold and black


but enough about billy's fanny, I'm off to write a suicide poem

[pinkalligator]

I lay myself down in the snow
and spread my arms out one last time.
My snowy angels used to glow,
now they lie dull. The cold, sublime,
has numbed the last of burning pain,
destroyed what's left of joy and art.
Let snowdrifts wear the crimson stain,
an icicle straight through my heart.


I got crimson in there. (edit, tectak)

I really like this- especially the bit about the angels. It leaves a deep impression