Best Back From The Dead Poems
Individuality-noun, Total characterization peculiar to and distinguishing an individual from another.
In a word full of close minded ways and being yourself never stays. Change yourself for a peers embrace just to be accepted into a world of similarity. Why can’t anyone just be themselves? Give up your own ways to be seen differently from people who will never really see you the way you want to be seen. Everyone giving up what they believe in to have friends.
I think everyone should be themselves. Who should care what others think? You are yourself, always believe, no matter what you think, all they will do is deceive. Your life is your own, your time to see, no matter what you do the people around you will never act the way you think. Lie to you, stab you in the back.
I’ve had the unfortunate opportunity to see this personally. My whole life I had tried to be myself as much as I can, no matter how much of a reject, I spend my time around fake friends, who talk of nothing but girls, drugs or alcohol. All around everyone is associating themselves with fakes. Is it worth changing who you are for someone you don’t fit in with? High school is a complicated time, full of sociality instead of school. I believe finding yourself is what high school should be about, but in this time of judging people for who they are, how can someone decide who they want to be, when other people choose it for them?
I believe being yourself is the most important asset a person has. Being yourself means dressing the way you want to, talking the way you want to, acting however you want, without caring about the way other people judge you. If someone chooses to go out of their own way just to judge you for the way you are, then it just means someone has done the same thing to them. They are just treating you the way they are treated. Let people judge you just the way you are, because chances are they are the kind of person who just wants to be like you. Don’t let yourself be bullied over something as silly as your individuality.
In a world full of close minded ways; and being yourself never stays, why can’t we all just be ourselves? Instead of all one of the same? Don’t give up your own beliefs for someone else. Your life will be better off that way.
As I sew up my heart
It starts..
The crises of love scorned
Its torn..
The scars on my slain wrists..
The bruises on my broken fist..
The burn of an unsuccessful rope around my neck..
I race with death only to lose by an inch..
The harder I train..
The more in vein..
The lonely pain that sleeps with fish
I wish
I wish..
The more I cry in kindness she will die
The depth of bloodless sighs
I feel closer to the sky
I guess that's the same
As every pain
I'm no different but all the same..
The race against my finish line of cocaine
I will win the race and cross the tape
That death holds for my place
....
Well and you left me way too soon just
like that one sad day out of the blue
I cried every minute of everyday and
every night for about a week or two 'til
I casted that forbidden spell in the
shadow of a harvest moon to bring
you back to life...
Well now and look who's back from
the dead, welcome back my love
I said standing over your grave holding
an arm full of black roses saying if you
never leave me again in a hundred
million years it will be too soon, come
away with me now my love and we will
live like two ghost's in the night...
Oh and if I should die before I wake
I expect you to bring me back from
the dead by the same spell said from
the Egyptian book of the dead, standing
over my grave with an arm full of black
roses, saying …WELCOME...
WELCOME BACK MY LOVE...
WELCOME BACK FROM THE DEAD!
Something almost tragic happened in 2010.
I came very close to losing my best friend.
She died and they revived her by taking electric paddles to her.
If she had perished, it would've been devastating to all who knew her.
When we rode on the school bus, she always gave me a seat.
She's very nice and everybody is priveleged who she meets.
I believe that God was behind her being saved and I know why.
God knows like I do that she's too nice of a person to die.
(Dedicated to Tammy Carper who nearly perished.)
Back from the Dead.
I viewed others lives through a telescope
For far too many lost years
For I, lived in limbo
Gave up hope
Tried to climb a slippery slope
I know what darkness is
It's a place in hell
I know
Only too well.
I felt the pain of acid rain
Hundreds of tiny razorblades cutting my tender skin
I don't know what the future holds
But I know where I have been.
A single fish
In an endless ocean
Drank hemlock
And liked the poison
Laid naked in the gutter
While the scornful Ravens with hideous eyes
Beaks and claws
Tore and scavenged on my tender flesh
Every day
A fate worse than death.
I stood on the edge of the abyss
Staring at the deep inviting chasm below
Swaying backward and forwards
In the wind
Not knowing not sure which way to go.
For my heart has many festering wounds
That never seem to heal
My life is just a circle
On a perpetual spinning wheel.
But suddenly
I have awoken
I feel again
At last, I see the light
The shackles that once held me down
Now gone
At last, I have a life
Nightmare over
For I am free
To live the life I always dreamed of
And be the man
I long to be
Reborn.
Peter Dome. Copyright.2019.
I’m having dinner with some friends. Affectionately known as “The Dead”
Staring at their faces, glued firmly in all places.
Who do you think your foolin? Your halitosis say it all.
Exterior defying test of time. As your organs quickly die.
One more drink, and I’m leaving.
I’ve kept up appearances and the peace.
Don’t get up, I’ll see myself out.
Love and kisses to you all.
It’s been a slice of heaven.
But, Im afraid if I stay a minute longer
Your faces will begin melting, from the the candle operas warm glow