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    dots Submission Name: Suicidal Thoughtsdots

    Author: Celerity
    ASL Info:    18/F/USA
    Elite Ratio:    0.89 - 0/2/8
    Words: 194
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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       A friends heartache has seemed to be some inspiration for some dark work.

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    dotsSuicidal Thoughtsdots

    Standing on the edge,
    she felt sweet gravity's pull;
    Like a lost lover,
    it whispered to her,
    promising a soft place to fall
    amidst jagged edges,
    amidst white frothy waves
    crashing against rocks
    bloodied by those
    who had succumbed before,
    deemed lost by those
    who never gave a damn
    when they were still alive,
    slowly drowning
    in their own tears.

    Oh, how sweet it would be!
    Freedom from pain,
    freedom from despair,
    freedom from loneliness,
    floating on a breeze,
    dancing with God.
    She could hear His voice,
    gentle like a dove...
    Not now...it is not your time.

    But what was left?
    What more could she do?
    She was broken and bruised,
    addicted to her inner demons,
    tired of trying,
    tired of failing
    day after day after day.

    Like a ghost in the darkness,
    Sweet Death whispered

    Now, standing on the precipice,
    the ocean sang to her
    with ancient voices gone before
    in words she could not understand.

    Those who knew her
    would call her selfish,
    a coward...
    talk about how she
    would go to hell;
    But they never cared before.
    Their words meant little;
    And gravity's pull continued...

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    ||| Comments |||
      U got balls kid. Very expressive, very vulnerable piece. I want to see the writing which lays beyond this poem. I remember going thru seriously dark times only to be a better writer for it. But the key is putting that [censored] down on paper, or laptop, or w/e. Tap into that 'lost' energy and use it. Not the other way around.

    If ure struggling that bad... Shit call me before u reach that cliff. Ive been there. It wasnt that the language was ancient, ure ears just werent ready. Concepts of love and the truths of life sometimes sound foreign, but its only cus we havent truly experienced them yet.

    I think I may have exposed myself a little here, but hey, now u know me a lil. Thanks for the read. Keep it coming.

    | Posted on 2010-02-04 00:00:00 | by Jbills | [ Reply to This ]

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