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    dots Submission Name: Microdeathsdots

    Author: cuddledumplin
    ASL Info:    36/ f/UK
    Elite Ratio:    4.08 - 6269/5927/526
    Words: 84
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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       This poem was inspired by the fact that the French call orgasms "little deaths." It also refers to the pleasure of drug use being derived from a loss of oxygen to the brain which is like a small death.

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    These little deaths are pleasurable;
    a tingle, an absence of oxygen,
    a few dead cells.
    I fly.
    I know joy.
    I know God,
    the meaning of life.
    It's a tradeoff: the small joys disappear,
    replacing a hum with a zoom,
    feeling joy and pain alternate
    like a flickering strobe light.
    Is this awareness worth it?
    Can you live a life once you know death?
    If dying bit by bit is nice,
    Why do we fear the ultimate end?

    (Not autobiographical)

    Submitted on 2004-01-29 01:15:25     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      I like this, but I think I would like it more, if it didn't seem so negative toward the "little deaths", so basically, if you hadn't been thinking about the drugs killing brain cells, lol, I think this would have been alot better. I love how the french refer to them as little deaths, and that is why my boyfriend and I refer to sex, as death, its great, lol. thanks for referring me to this, i like it, except the drug bit, if that would have just been thrown out completely, this could have been a pretty hot poem,lol.
    | Posted on 2004-06-14 00:00:00 | by ViCiOuSWrItEr | [ Reply to This ]
      wow, it's wonderful and the whole thing leads up to that paramounting end line it's amazing to read this stuff now. i love it so much it's short sweet and great to consume like freshly picked strawberries even well after digesting you still have the debris left in your mouth and the sweetness lingering on your palate
    | Posted on 2004-02-01 00:00:00 | by Soulraven | [ Reply to This ]
      There is also the pleasure of the death of old ways. The death of unbelief, or the death of false belief. How freeing. Yes. Death is beautiful because it is merely a transition to another life. Love this one.
    | Posted on 2004-01-29 00:00:00 | by kblyric | [ Reply to This ]
      Impressive writing, the idea of orgasm and death being intertwined can also be found in Buddhist thought and Shakespeare. This is the second poem of yours i've read tonight, loved 'em both.
    | Posted on 2004-01-29 00:00:00 | by DevilDinosaur | [ Reply to This ]
      Wow. That's all I can come up with after re-reading several times.I liked the last two questions...great finish.
    | Posted on 2004-01-29 00:00:00 | by Silverdog | [ Reply to This ]

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