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The Suicide Summer

The Suicide Summer
By Kevin Robey
August 5, 2013

It’s the end of summer, when rhymes will end
I’ll say goodbye to them, and all of my friends
It’s the end of days, as far as I’m concerned
I never thought that I’d make it to this turn

After all this time, the wounds are too deep
After all the battles, the price too steep
Doesn’t matter if you blame me for your scars
Sticking around this long, it's gone too far

I tried my best, can’t breathe anymore
Keep the manufactured smile I wore
It was all just a way to buy some time
The fire never stopped, your hand holding mine

I’ll never be saved, don’t push religion my way
I appreciate the thought, but I’ll burn anyway
There never was a question; faith got me this far
But answers were short; the punch lines bizarre

Reading this now, you’ll pick up the phone
Put down your concern, just leave me alone
Wash your hands of this diseased catastrophe
Just walk away as I drift off to calmer seas

As the lazy waves lap across my unshaven face
My bright eyes fade to grey with style and grace
I remember the chaos as the peace overwhelms
Smile one final time with the angels at the helm

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Just That Archaic Poet

August 27, 2013 at 7:13 AM

Again, I totally identified with the pain and suicidal ideations of this piece. My critique would be the same as before, to tighten things up here and there, but I must tell you, "Keep the manufactured smile that I wore" is a brilliant verse. Great job, here; your pieces have made me quite emotional this morning, which is a good thing; it inspires me :)

Laura Dee

August 28, 2013 at 5:40 AM

thanks! yeah for about 10 years I wrote soley in a "flow of consciousness" style. I started writing poetry like 6 months ago because it got stale. So reigning in my thoughts has been the biggest challenge of writing poetry. But I'm learning ways to chop down my thougthts. Glad to inspire!