Philosophy Suicide Poems

It’s becoming clear
Why I want to disappear.
But it won’t end here.
"Must live for those you hold dear,"
Is what God says in my ear....

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I emerged with a silver pen in hand,
…and a tempest raging within.
Words writhe, a serpent's coil,
…tightening their grip,
A soul adrift in a sea of 
…self-made...

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“To be, or not?” asked Hamlet, tortured soul,
     a mind transfixed between looming limbo
and life's thin, airy hold; this loathsome role,
...

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Ignoring those slaughters,
as if there were none. 
But one of your daughters
Were always son.

Simce pre-school, 
hating all girl toys,
Even though he acted like a fool,
Always...

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casting away all pieces and parts 
of an existence full of casual talk 
of board rooms full of rage
lost bodies in burning classrooms

full of philosophy...

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Break The Mirror

Beyond this life we know so well,
Lies a mystery we cannot quell,
Near-death and hypnosis reveal,
A continuity beyond our mortal veil.

But who are we,...

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Something inside me is calling
Some things are caught on thorny thoughts 
Sometimes I radiate and deviate as thoughts linger

I bleed icy dreams
Dark as ink, silent...

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My mind is laid bare its components 
& functions are under your razor's gaze

To compare…

My aged bones are yours to dig into…
My past, like my...

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Creeping tendrils, fungal cordyceps, grabbing hamstrings by the bone,
Stunting pain in muscled biceps, stretch as if they work alone.

No matter far nor long I run,...

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Pushing past fear
Pushing past obligatory oblivion
Pushing past this pain's sphere

Trying to feel things never felt before 
Never know or seen in darkness desires 
Trying to...

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Tangled in dark thoughts
ominous imagination 
n oiled parts 
dark arts
cryptic mechanization 

things strange insane deranged 
feeling it all slipping away
falling in & out of me
of...

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Although eternity is fleeting,
Your life still has so much meaning....

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Along a quiet river to nowhere were styx lean like broken crosses. The wind is gentle with a sent of quite decay or is that...

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Here at the heart of the darkest day 
Darkest light at noonday and midnight 
The shadows show the holes to a different realm 

A different...

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I can feel this heartbeat, gentle rhythm deep 
under my feet, I can feel the blood seep… 

I keep it clean, I can feel the...

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