Suicide Elegy Poems

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...

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My heart like a desert dims dry,
Streams of tears fill my eyes.
For my pains and sufferings still I cry...
What use is endurance but why.

My life...

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Chef Bourdain  
1956-2018

Surf and turf, a sardine in tin will travel. 
Your downward spiral 
Magnanimity that whetted our appetite 
Fans everywhere you excite. 
Consumed...

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Uncovering a way back from suicide was not easy at all,
but I had saved me from the great fall.
Death of my beloved had given me...

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Relatives
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I have a relative with no fixed abode
I have a relative in the western part of the city
I have two relatives in the southern part...

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The boiling point aproaches like roaches in my appartement
I hope you're looking down curiously watching me	
Cause I'm not afraid to joyfully use prophanity and blasphemy	
Dare...

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Like a wild rose on the sidewalk
you lived your life
smiling to others
oblivious of your own fragility 

You held your head high
until the weight of your...

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I wish death would befall me 
And struck me just as fast
As I have lost all my beauty
All my marvels, all the past

When tame was...

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I stroll along the promenade as the sun up high shines bright in the sky
The sea is sparkling with precious diamonds adorning an azure blue...

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Reclaiming my time

18 years spent wasting away
I’m a lost scavenger every new day
Time spent searching desperately
For new eyes to help me see
The key that will...

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I'm in a relationship with myself
Walking alone on a ticking clock
Improvising only to disappoint
Existing to be invisible.

People who came and left
Took a piece of me
I...

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In slow motion
Force furthers
Eye to eye
It rained

Whats that feeling
Love
Loneliness
PAIN
The earth shuts

My last inhale
Oxygen is intoxication
To dust you will become...

Rebirth....

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Through Hell you were my guide,
Through Purgatory you were my healer,
Through The Heavens you held me,
From the highest you brought me down,
my broken wings and...

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You think not of life, but of the moon:
still and white.  August wind chimes
like sweet bones sound a tune
of twenty-three; the somber age
when you...

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I am like Thursday.
Confused where to begin, defiant over the nearing end.
I am wanting to live, but longing to die
There is nothing more fruitful than...

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