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A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
Posts 409 |
The smell of Kent Failed to bring me to life, I felt almost nothing, kept silent like dead. The poisoned blade Of a sharp kitchen knife Was bound to cut me, I dropped it instead. It wasn't meant To take place then, alas, My memories, lurking, denied suicide. My guise would fade In a half-empty glass And you would not even find out I died. My swollen pride Was revealed in my eyes, Yet weakness was hidden behind my eyelids. I stayed awake To the gloomy sunrise, It haunts me at moments when consciousness bleeds. My other side Is still craving for life; These tough contradictions make up my true core. Just one mistake Fights the urge to survive Or live ever after like never before? |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Excellent write. Been round that crazy bend and back again, glad you did too...to tell the tale.  Lori |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I hope this is great writing and not your present situation. I've faced similar contradictions and it's not easy. |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"My other side Is still craving for life" Best option... Haunting write. JL  |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
Thank you for your poem, insightful. ebonygirl |
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