If you want to **** yourself
There's lots of ways to go You can do it really quick Or you can do it slow If you want to hang yourself The knot will hold, you hope The pressure is all on the knot You best have a strong rope You can always shoot yourself Cut your wrists, but I confess These ways aren't too pleasant And they leave a nasty mess Pills are not the best way Too much time to save your life The best way that I've ever found Is to get yourself a wife Suicide through marriage I think that's the way to die I mean, you're gonna pass on anyway No matter how you try So, suicide through marriage Takes some time, but in the end You'll end up dying anyway And live your life with your best friend
how many men die
before the final battle more than are needed
inspired by something somewhen
sometimes i get sick and fear
the shaking in my hand but somewhere dark i need to feel as damaged as i am
Some of my poems do trend
Oxygenated by some I have seen a common trend Amongst them They are short lived Like mosquitoes and flies They soon start dying Of hypothermia!
There are reasons to live
And there are reasons to die. But what makes a difference is What level you live on And on what level you die.
To live or to die?
I don’t want to be alone,
and don’t want to feel lonely I want to fly with somebody, to rise with somebody, to cry with somebody to die with somebody, To be able to be, never alone, And when I fall, to have somebody to fall with me
we all can truly
die defending our true mind the grass is so green
One dies one born
has one forgot life is not gone? One comes opens a caged bird's door eye on for a new destination life goes on!
I refuse to die
before I can truly give a lot of love.
Indonesia, 4th July 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
In this wasteland of avarice, I struggle to pull silver threads
From this gray cover of smog. The sound of brittle bones aching, Drowned out by the quaking footsteps of titans. Men, who would be gods, push for you to play your hand. Knowing from their fingers, have you been dealt the cards. A deck of diamonds, devoid of Kings with hearts. Honor has been dead, since Pride married Malice and, Greed shacked up with strife. 21st century freedom. A modest monetary price, For ownership stake of your life.
There is no honor in a wasted life.