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Kenneth Gray Nov 2020
Hello suicide!
Its been awhile
Remember me?
Yer ol' buddy Kyle?
I need your assistance
To escape from this trial
Forgive me friend
If I'm unable to smile

Ah, yes! Kyle, of course!
Forgive me bud
If my voice does sound hoarse

I've been hanging around
Don't you see?
I'm glad you've swung by
To console in me
For my first recommendation
Is hanging
Yes, in fact
This is my plea
Might I suggest a rafter
Or perhaps a nice tree?
This ones on the house
Yeah, this one is free

Ah, yes! A hanging
Indeed!
But if I were to do that
A rope I would need
Not only that
But I could be rescued
And freed
Do you have another?
Please forgive me suicide
Forgive me for my greed
What else can I do?
Please consider my plead!

Ah, yes! I can do one more
But I'm growing tired and weak
And my neck is still sore

Take a handful of pills
And overdose
This I know you've tried
And you came really close
But you can't be easily rescued
And you don't need a rope
Do it! Destroy your dreams!
And trample your hopes!

Excellent! This one sounds great
For sure!
I do have a decease
And pills might be the cure
But what if I live
What if my body endures?
But this option has potential
And it has great allure
I'll consider this option
To you, I ensure

Well, well, well!
Look what we have here!
Looks like I'm successful
As if a death is near
Theree no need to panic
Theres no need to fear
However, I do need payment
So start paying in tears!
Now RIP my good friend
Its been fun mate, cheers!
I've dealt with suicidal thoughts alot in my life. So this is kind of like the dialogue I have with it. As if we know each other and were friends.
annh Oct 2020
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I write to right the write-less, the unvoiced compendium of my experience. A

panoply of shadows between each line and behind the fumbled words miswritten

out of loyalty to the fiction I maintain. The letters which move beneath the page,

scintillating with suggestion, leaving their impression - a glimmer here, an echo

there; they are more honest than the fraught narrative that I deem fit to 'save'. I

write to right the write-less, to balance the unwieldy, to illuminate the intangible.


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‘Every act of reading is an act of forgetting: the experience of reading is a palimpsest, in which each text partially covers those that came before.’
- James A. Secord, Victorian Sensation: The Extraordinary Publication, Reception, and Secret Authorship of Vestiges of the Natural History of Creation
[Offical Full Poetry]

prickly   bunches 
cherry  blossoms 
wild  strawberries 
the  green  bushes 

walking  into  the 
most  green  place 
surrounding  me 
a  smell,  the  light 
someone  invisible 
acting  me  polite 
acting  me  so,  so  nice 
that's  nice  of  you, 
offering  me  tea. 
that's  kind  of  you, 
that  reminds  me 
the  time  we  shared 
it  was  all  for  you

reminding  me 
something 
I  have  once 
experienced 

even  if  you're 
no  longer  here 
with  me,  I'm  crazy 
enough  to  see 
your  silhouette 
every  single  day, 
right  next  to 
me.


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Oskar Erikson Mar 2017
Once, twice, three times too many.
Sounds and shapes controlling the contrary.
Darkness, blackened abyssal, all of the above- Tricks and deception-
the leaving of love.
Lusting after loosing;
To find courage after fear..
Wishing and wanting those who once were dear.
Of course you'll find
your heart in pieces,
Not just one's two's or threes.
You'll find that a soul simply shatters
in a muted ambiguity.
Anmol Tyagi Aug 2016
He was fully wounded,
But act like every thing was fine.

you had touched him once,
he is still  on cloud nine.  

Like you are his success,
You are his story line.

Without you he feels torn,
like life gives him a caution sign.

and I suggest, you should be with him,
Cause he dreams you as a  valentine.

Yeah.! one more, the whole situations,
and dream I talked about, "It was mine"
Amatus Poet,
Anmol_Tyagi

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