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Satirical Journal Entry #1
Attempting Suicide:
Just The Beginning!
If I killed myself today would anyone notice? Would anyone be at my
funeral?
If so, would they come just ot give themselves peace(piece) of mind over
all the things they took from me?
I guess better late than never!
Hmmm..........
A corpse could always use a loan or a shoulder to cry on.
I wonder how I would be dressed?
Ah....... maybe somehow right before I die I could mangle my face so my casket would stay closed.
-Less opportunity for more disappointment that way.
If I killed myself today all chaos in my mind would end.
I would be in hell for sure
but I know that all this torture on earth would be forgotten.
Yet one question still remains.
Is it worth the damnation?
Yes! I am a selfish !
To whom it may concern,
For time will surely tell,
I write to my loved ones
To say that I am well.
I scarcely can recall
A time more I content,
Than here amongst my friends
With time more wisely spent.
The rooming here is quaint,
In truth, a little cramped.
Likewise, harsh April rains
Make all my walls feel damped.
The silence, although grave,
Does make for better sleep.
Yet, every passing day
More neighbors moan and weep.
I hope to see you soon,
Perhaps within the year.
For winters cold and stiff
Are awfully lonely here.
Until we meet again,
I wish you all the best.
For my death after all
Is quite the restless test.
I have been angry at the world these days
I think I have just been flustered at my own sins,
so much I have been storming on the earth.
I have been cursing at race for existing
been complaining at critics,
been cursing homophobia
been crying over body judging people.
I am full of anger, some of it is funny
I am angry at slow network,
at authors who killed my favorite character
at trees that don't have shades,
at the air fill bags of chips in my house,
at celebrities for not giving me a shout out,
at people who never liked me back.
just been angry,
that's the only feeling I can ignite and subside,
I can use diversity to calm down,
use positive criticism to relax,
use open minded people to sleep well
or just a comedy to laugh.
but I still choose to be angry,
to be storm and thunder, '
because if I stop being angry,
I'll just be rain
and I have no control over that.
They said a funny Latin word,
they said that you were dead,
yet merrily you wagged your tail
when I took you to the vet.
You were not kind to chickens,
as well the neighbors know,
or come to that, to ducks and geese,
and yet I loved you so.
Oh, to recall the bygone days
we roamed and roved together,
sometimes when snow lay all about,
sometimes o'er hills of heather.
Our walkies to the liquor store,
our excursions to the bar,
and all those times you led me home
when I couldn't use the car.
At night, I swear, an angel
looms in the purple sky,
and on a gently twinkling leash
you, Lady, lead on high.
Prof. Twittie died from an
experiment; like and unlike Socrates, he intentionally
took hemlock, to see how the afterlife looks like
He intended to return
to the physical world after his
observations, which he didn't
For a century now, no one following
Prof. Twittie’s school of thought
has yet dared to take poison,
in order to return with Prof. Twittie
back to the physical world,
and finally conclude their findings
in pen and print
I expect to find something funny in dying.
The bed unkempt like my hair
The room musty as my odor
The air moist
Unlike the dry rasp of my barely audible voice
My breathing labored as the crawling of the Sun
And in the eve the moon fullest at the last
And I will laugh with the man-in-the-moon
At the whatever-after.
Once, something we took for granted
Now gone, forever to be mourned.
My source of awesome anime has been transplanted.
Cartoon Network, you face an enemy scorned!
-----Note-----
Though it's been so long I still miss it. RIP Tom.
(in reference to Lamar "L-Boogie" Featherston)
Constantly, does it leave on My mind,
a mental strain
Everytime, I think of how you died,
in vain
Upon leaving your mark here, a
hard to get out stain
It's funny, for I never knew you
were in pain
Yet, outside My window, down
came the Rain
How it hurts, that I'll NEVER,
see you, Again
You'll be missed,
You will always be remembered.
All those good times
I had because of you.
I regret this loss
More than any.
Goodbye, social life.
You'll be missed.
She could feel it in her bones.
Chills promising her she would
would never be alone.
I cried the night he left, he
just went away leaving me with
a scar of sweet memories. I held
him dear to me he was the only one
who I had led to my heart and opened
the door.
He didn't deserve it, oh no he didn't
But he was the one she loved and as the
tears dropped she turned to stone.