Suicide. Poems - Poems about Suicide.

This entropy, it's endless. I'm captive in your void of sleep. My eyes are strung open, My hands clung to you But I'm drifting off, I'm drifting far away, Away from here, and as hard as I grasp onto you, I know I won't be back. Every time it happens. I can't think straight, I am so far off, And if I can't be me, I can't...

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The quiet strum in the living space It was Christmas day when he played The struggle real but calm his hands as he battled with his guitar Hallelujah…sing…Hallelujah From the corner of each eye If we’d have known to spill some tears Thank goodness moment captured Saved by a watchful foreboding Hallelujah…sing…Hallelujah His sister near, this dear nephew sung the stanzas as he moved imminent strings A...

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I. The Hour of Approach The poem I was writing refused to end— it kept writing me. Blood didn't ink these lines— the ink bled me. Each stanza a hidden-hematoma across the white of nothingness. Somewhere, midnight faltered, and I was no longer alone. II. Visitation: Sylvia Plath Sivvy came barefoot, bees orbiting...

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I’m waiting. Watching you, watching me. I wonder, what you’ll tell the jury When they’re deciding your fate? Will you even make it to trial? I see you cowering in some dark corner After the dirty thoughts have fled from your wild mind Sucking on your fate, fetal style Now that you’ve done the deed. My scent still fresh on your...

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i wonder if this feeling will pass. if the skin rotting beneath my eyes will become a permanent color of blue, if the bruises on my knees will fade to nothing more then flesh. they say this feeling goes away as you age- im not so sure about that. i feel the agonizing sensation of pain rotting...

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Spire insight of silence Swotch and bind, conspiracy of mind Conspire and self-protrude Mindless matter of maddened hatter Borne gall of uncongruent bladder Reign wettened confections'n faux pas Pram embedded bedding of public propaganda And poised for prose 'dulted diaper thrown an' broiled'n a gutter Homely homelessness in wake of deft arms Freshened refreshener and wetted choke Chugged and driven doomed...

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I've carried time like a coffin — an eternity. Feels heavier than dark gravity Devotion that cruel peculiarity; in me, it shattered — clarity now it's just deathly polarity. Structured, then... infirmity Silence bloated with verbosity! Thank you expendability to reach low generality; close my chest cavity With immensurability, blessed by fate's absurd decree I kiss the edge of certainty. My unthinkability — death offers no pity, It's...

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By furnace burnished, and by flames destroyed, A sword is tested, and a mansion razed. Endeavours, fight, and efforts – all are void, To quell a menacing, relentless blaze. But in the midst of all the plaintive cries A glimmer in the desolation glows Ignited passion which can never die Arise! Among the embers my love grows. Alas, confused, to...

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The sun is burning Population growing Poverty pulsing Rich repeating Man-beating One meeting Fleeting Ding. Phone alerts ringing The chorus is singing Fear is clawing Up our throats, feasting Least of all, dying The moon is rising While the Earth is spinning Heads are pounding Bosses are hounding No more housing Delousing Ping. The microwave meal is ready for eating Time for feeding Has your skin been shedding? How’s the fat shredding? Oh you’re still driving? No that’s not...

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She meant the world me Future life I just can't see My bodies old and my mind is weak To end this torture is all I seek I've cried and hugged with some that can't understand She is what made me into a good man Tomorrows sun rise doesn't mean anything If her smile it doesn't bring I slept with the pills...

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He wasn’t fragile—he was tired, tired of holding back floods behind his eyes. No one told him sadness could be sacred, that tears aren’t weakness, but proof of staying. So he left in the quietest way possible, and we buried him with all the words he never said....

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Why do you haunt me dear cousin of mine ...

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Honorable Members of the Maniac Judiciary Committee I hold sacred gratitude to you, and to the Wabanaki Tribe of indigenous wisdom, on whose land we deeply listen for this opportunity to compassionately address this Committee with a healthy democracy agenda to support all Peace Warriors. My name is Mother Eartha, I'm a wildly undomesticated Mainiac, and I...

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The ambush came in back to back The train that came was right on track To me, this feels like blasphemy I won't stay how they wanted me When I die Will I leave by their design? I'm not sure if I'd wanna know so Tell me a lie To me, this feels like blasphemy That I can't breathe at all It's just a waste of time...

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Temptation subtly settles sweet in barren brains forsaken frames, and hollow hands. When nothing's left is death a loser's game or a winners? Most games are rigged anyway I don't think playing is in my best interest...

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