Free verse № 101963

death makes me vain!

Member since 2004 · Posted 14 May 2004 · 3 comments

suicidal thoughts sometimes come in my head but then I remember a few words I heard said life is precious and death is painful shes in heaven and Id be in hell I think these things and noone will ever know but if it was my turn I would want to go I thought of every posibility of why but the answers dont come and I start to cry it was not her time to be gone she still had so many days to be done she had a lifetime of songs to be sung and her way still to be won it feels like I have lost part of my life cut out deep with a sharp knife I hate the endless pain it has made me begin to become vain!

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[10] zodiac 14-May-04/4:28 AM Reply

Hey, wow! I can tell your contribution to poemranker is going to be valuable and interesting! Except for the fact that you're going to leave in a week without even bothering to change your username to 'Deleted User' when you find your poems can't receive any 'constructive criticism' here.

[6] Sasha 14-May-04/12:01 PM Reply

Painful and hell only rhyme when Dante is turning over in his grave to the tune of Robert Pinsky's consonantal clip-clop crap.

Now, about the poem. Wait, it's not a poem.

If I have to read the words
life and knife just one more time
Then I'll go into convulsions
More than at this very rhyme

[10] Sheeva 15-May-09/9:58 AM Reply

LOVE this poem!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!