HER LIFE

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    • abbyownzemos
    • has anyone read Allen Ginsberg? he is so incredible!! it makes me ashamed to call myself a poet!!

    HER LIFE

    PART 1:
    i slit my wrists
    i cut my thighs
    who gives a damn if i'm alive
    in pain, i scream and i shout
    no one is there to hear me out
    my life hangs on a thread so thin
    now with pain let my death begin
    haunted and broken is my name
    suicide is my game
    i'm just another darkened soul
    another half of a broken whole
    i am alone
    i'm on my own
    waiting for the world to fall
    with the sound of thunder
    an ear busting roar
    my pain sinks in deeper, deeper
    forever more
    blood so red
    ready to let go
    i'm almost dead
    With one last breath
    i say his name
    this thing called love is not a game
    his name is the last thing i said
    wearily i rest my head
    and with a final exhale
    bam...i'm dead

    PART 2:
    i am shocked
    they actually cared?
    this is something i didn't fear
    holy cow, they are so hurt
    now i can see i've treated them like dirt
    my funeral is exactly like i asked
    they actually listened AND did that task??
    i died so young
    this is something i shouldn't have done
    look at what i did
    Triston cuts my name in his arm
    i swear, i ment him no harm
    and Jesse cries and inside he dies
    look at what i've done
    i see my teachers
    standing, shocked
    i see my choir
    hands linked, knees locked
    their voices strong
    each note in harmony
    i see my band, my family
    sad and as depressed as can be
    i see my friends
    i look and i see what i've done
    my suffering has yet to come

    PART 3:
    in a brightly lit room
    i'm sobbing, and i'm on my knees
    i have come before the King of Kings
    i beg forgiveness for what i have done
    from the Father and the Son
    they open their arms
    lovingly and wide
    i run into them and then stand by the side
    and praises to the King,
    with all my heart and soul i sing
    i am forgiven
    for all i have done
    forgiveness from the Holy One
    and with all i am and all i know
    i sing, i let it all go
    my soprano voice fills the air
    and joins in with the choir if i dare
    and on the Father and Son's cheecks
    i leave a kiss
    i have found eternal happiness!!!

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    abbyownzemos commented on HER LIFE

    05-06-2011

    i think so too. i think that God's love for us overcomes what we may do. that's part of the point of this. the other point is that suicide is a perminant solution to a temporary problem and that not everything is as it seems. sometimes it may seem as if no one cares, but in the end its the people who love you who pay the price for the choices we can make.

    cutbanksam commented on HER LIFE

    01-30-2011

    certainly a different type of poem, your word usage and tone makes one have to read further, i love the way it ended, i believe that if Judas went to the cross Jesus would have looked upon him with love, God's mercy is infinite.

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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