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    dots Submission Name: The Days of Our Livesdots
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    Author: Strator
    ASL Info:    22/M/US
    Elite Ratio:    4.09 - 160/142/67
    Words: 379
    Class/Type: Poetry/Nature
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       My friend Jesse commited suicide on Saturday. This poem, is just my thoughts on life and how I feel about the whole ordeal.
    I am not expecting this to be a good poem. But, I still want thoughts nonetheless.


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    dotsThe Days of Our Livesdots
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    These days are like wild
    Flower
    Seeds,
    Floating over hills.

    Touching the ground,
    Planting themselves at the bottom,
    They bloom,
    And release their spores.

    Drifting inside the wind,
    Slowly escalating...
    They burn with fatigue,
    Always moving forward,
    Hoping to reach the top of the hill...
    So that they can see,
    And rest
    Just for a little while.

    But they will not stay there
    Because they don't want to.

    Their roots must grow...
    There will always be more;
    They must have more.
    To settle would be...
    To waste.

    These seeds drift downhill,
    As fast as they can.
    A sense of comfort,
    And simplicity.

    A far easier pace to take,
    Than going up hill,
    Before they know it...
    They find themselves,
    Back where they began...
    At the bottom.
    With hopes too wide ,
    Too deep to plant.

    So they waste away,
    And die out...
    Until they have shriveled away.

    Unwillingly they plant themselves,
    At the bottom...
    Once again.

    These days will never end,
    Bringing with them very,
    Simplistic ideas of what is wrong and right...
    But not showing us which is right.

    Seeds always seem so nice, so sweet...
    Everyone can follow the idea of seeds.
    Thinking of forest fires and things,
    Seeds become the avenue for healing,
    For growth.

    But when something happens,
    Something that can't be re-grown,
    What do you do?
    How do you bring back the thing you lost?

    Thats the irony of plant/human life.
    One is full of love and friendship,
    The other pain and distortion of everything,
    That we are taught.

    Coming home to reality,
    Not wanting to face the evil humanity...
    Of death.
    For these are the days of our lives,
    Never wanting them to end the way,
    That they did for you.

    With all hope and anguish directed at you,
    I hope you realize,
    We can't bring you back,
    Your friends can't grow a clone of you.

    With everything that has happened,
    It almost makes me appreciate plant life...
    More so than before.
    For I know,
    No matter what happens,
    It can't be selfish and destroy itself.

    It won't leave us...or me.
    These days,
    I will never understand.


    RIP Jesse.




    Submitted on 2006-11-03 12:10:35     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      how terrible oh how bitter and cold it's courages of you to look for hope where most would simply wallow in self-pity over the loss of a friend. kudos for perseverance and understanding.

    ~shadow
    | Posted on 2007-03-18 00:00:00 | by in shadow | [ Reply to This ]
      I dont know man. It didnt hold my intrest, but a nice little poem for a friend that is no longer with us.
    | Posted on 2006-11-21 00:00:00 | by dontgetemo | [ Reply to This ]
      Wow. This, the part about the seeds, is exactly how I felt when I wanted to die. Always searching for something more, never wanting to stay rooted, stay where I was. I wanted to know what lay beyond, what else was out there, mainly because i felt like this world held nothing for me.

    This poem was truly amazing, and no, i'm not just saying that. I loved the questions in it, though i'd work harder to have the reader think of the questions themselves, instead of outright pointing them out. It makes the piece a little less high quality if you just explain everything to the reader and don't let them figure it out on their own.

    Other than that, the first half was absolutely mind blowing. I think i feel this way because like i said, i related to it well.

    Good job, and sincerely sorry about your friend,
    Lia
    | Posted on 2006-11-11 00:00:00 | by Glassy Eyed | [ Reply to This ]
      this is beautiful, yet extremely sad. i can relate, and I can understand the anger, pain, and confusion you have expressed through your words. there's not much more to say except for you did a really good job. i'm sorry if my comment sucks. i found myself at a loss for words after reading your descrption. i'm so sorry about friend.
    piper
    | Posted on 2006-11-03 00:00:00 | by PiperH | [ Reply to This ]
      I had a bit of trouble reading this. I couldn't read but for the tears in my eyes. It's simply a beautiful thing, it's an epiphiny, a grand realization of friendship and pain. It speaks in tounges not heard by ears, or by mind, but by the soul of the reader. I reproach trying to say anything about this, I feel like each word I type ruins the requiem of your friend.

    Acid
    | Posted on 2006-11-03 00:00:00 | by Acid | [ Reply to This ]


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