christian-tae-oconnell - Hello Poetry

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on that sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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christian-tae-oconnell

Mar 21, 2016

Mar 21, 2016 at 7:32 PM UTC

Dylan Thomas

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on that sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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I sinned today... The slow draw swept me away. I tasted such sweet nothing. Warm smoke, finished with that sting. It started with a harmless light, The toxic chemicals wrapped in white. I truly thought I was done, It was four months, since I had one. I thought I could escape its hold, Yet I find myself still clutching death in the cold.

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Mar 21, 2016

Mar 21, 2016 at 7:12 PM UTC

christian-tae-oconnell

Sin

I sinned today... The slow draw swept me away. I tasted such sweet nothing. Warm smoke, finished with that sting. It started with a harmless light, The toxic chemicals wrapped in white. I truly thought I was done, It was four months, since I had one. I thought I could escape its hold, Yet I find myself still clutching death in the cold.

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Wish I had someone to hold me and console me when my world is cold.

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Mar 15, 2016

Mar 15, 2016 at 8:24 AM UTC