#twsuicide - Hello Poetry

The cliff’s monumental resolve Plucks the sustained note of its rise over the wayward valley, Sound thick and heavy enough to chew, A nameless taste of memory calls to mind Seven years ago When a woman who shared my name Threw herself from the cliff, Into the snapped arms of trees below, The act of falling, monumental resolve The upward sweep of dark hair Against the grey hand of the rock. After, my mother’s phone rang with urgent voices repeating my name as they’d heard it On the evening news Asking if it was me who had climbed the bones of the mountain, I who had stared down into the doldrum of trees, watched them float in the captive air, I who had murmured into the reticent sky And still found no answer That whispered “stay.” I, who had scraped the soft skin of my foot across sandstone With the last grounding pull And still stepped into nothing. And when she said I had not That the name, though mine, was not mine, I heard the relief in the notes of their voices Collapsing into soft reprieve. But I knew what it was To wonder if the plummet was like the upward flutter of coat in a draft or The cold sweep of wind across a wet finger or the warm, couching blast of a passing subway car. And they don’t report on suicides for this reason But everyone hoped it was an accident Because accidents can be explained away As the things that pluck us up and drop us into death, But walking into death With open eyes always led to too many questions. Someday, she and I-- our name will be said for the last time Edging on the ledge of wrinkled lips Staring into the ground below— And the syllables will hold themselves over the edge of the world And jump.

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Jul 15, 2022

Jul 15, 2022 at 9:43 AM UTC

elaenor-aisling

When your name is said for the last time

The cliff’s monumental resolve Plucks the sustained note of its rise over the wayward valley, Sound thick and heavy enough to chew, A nameless taste of memory calls to mind Seven years ago When a woman who shared my name Threw herself from the cliff, Into the snapped arms of trees below, The act of falling, monumental resolve The upward sweep of dark hair Against the grey hand of the rock. After, my mother’s phone rang with urgent voices repeating my name as they’d heard it On the evening news Asking if it was me who had climbed the bones of the mountain, I who had stared down into the doldrum of trees, watched them float in the captive air, I who had murmured into the reticent sky And still found no answer That whispered “stay.” I, who had scraped the soft skin of my foot across sandstone With the last grounding pull And still stepped into nothing. And when she said I had not That the name, though mine, was not mine, I heard the relief in the notes of their voices Collapsing into soft reprieve. But I knew what it was To wonder if the plummet was like the upward flutter of coat in a draft or The cold sweep of wind across a wet finger or the warm, couching blast of a passing subway car. And they don’t report on suicides for this reason But everyone hoped it was an accident Because accidents can be explained away As the things that pluck us up and drop us into death, But walking into death With open eyes always led to too many questions. Someday, she and I-- our name will be said for the last time Edging on the ledge of wrinkled lips Staring into the ground below— And the syllables will hold themselves over the edge of the world And jump.

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Midday and the whisper of a chill rode the end of the breeze. ****** feet and a restless tongue; You never knew how to hurt me. I didn’t know much about human anatomy but I could read charts of the spine, heart, ribs, where are the unconventional entrances. I decided on the space between the third and the fourth rib. Dug in as hard as I could.

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Feb 13, 2021

Feb 13, 2021 at 2:43 PM UTC

parker-vance

I shouldn't write like this anymore

Midday and the whisper of a chill rode the end of the breeze. ****** feet and a restless tongue; You never knew how to hurt me. I didn’t know much about human anatomy but I could read charts of the spine, heart, ribs, where are the unconventional entrances. I decided on the space between the third and the fourth rib. Dug in as hard as I could.

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the tiles are cold ***** and wet but the blood is warm crimson, flowing down her wrists warm

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Jul 27, 2020

Jul 27, 2020 at 4:56 PM UTC

kaehaniya

blood

the tiles are cold ***** and wet but the blood is warm crimson, flowing down her wrists warm

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I say, **You've come so far, Turn away from the bars. Don't you want to see what's next? Please, come here, into my arms. Step away from the ledge.** b u t n o b o d y h e r e w o u l d c a r e, i f i live o r i f i die. And I say, " How can you be, So utterly blind? If you were to just up and die, this world would be devoid of yet another light. People you wouldn't even think of would breakdown and cry. She tossed me a smile, And I thought I got through, But life has a way Of playing horrible tricks on you. She reached for my hand, Thanked me for my words, Promised she wouldn't make a mess upon the land Beneath us. I tried to grab her, pull her back. But she slipped through my fingers, like a ghost. I fell to my knees, my forehead on the ledge, my stomach in knots. She didn't know, that I was the one when we lost her, I was the one who would lose the most. I would cry the most. Because I loved her T h e M o s t .

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Oct 5, 2018

Oct 5, 2018 at 7:19 AM UTC

LittleBirdWitch

Don't Jump.

I say, **You've come so far, Turn away from the bars. Don't you want to see what's next? Please, come here, into my arms. Step away from the ledge.** b u t n o b o d y h e r e w o u l d c a r e, i f i live o r i f i die. And I say, " How can you be, So utterly blind? If you were to just up and die, this world would be devoid of yet another light. People you wouldn't even think of would breakdown and cry. She tossed me a smile, And I thought I got through, But life has a way Of playing horrible tricks on you. She reached for my hand, Thanked me for my words, Promised she wouldn't make a mess upon the land Beneath us. I tried to grab her, pull her back. But she slipped through my fingers, like a ghost. I fell to my knees, my forehead on the ledge, my stomach in knots. She didn't know, that I was the one when we lost her, I was the one who would lose the most. I would cry the most. Because I loved her T h e M o s t .

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you pretend you've lost count (feverishly, insides painted red and dripping-) of how many times it's ended in "i'm sorry im sorry im so ******* sorry please come back" "please listen" "please dont leave" (he won't and the door slams) of how many times you've dredged yourself out of icy lakes to grasp desperately at his clothes, his skin, his hair breathing cold air into cold lungs, smearing paint onto his lips to pretend that this isn't another (please god no) rewind you tip the coffee to your lips, a dark brew, red dripping down the cup and- you know how this ends, but you always did, didn't you? He's drowning hes dying someone save him hes drowning hes drowning hes drowning hes drowning hes always been drowning, stupid girl, didn't you know? Didn't you? sometimes the pills do it (32), sometimes the blades (48) sometimes he just doesn’t wake up (25) sometimes he climbs to the tallest building and- rewind rewind. rewind. rewind rewind rewindrewind rewind you pretend that you've lost count but you know you always knew that it would come to this, that it would end and (im sorry im sorry im so ******* sorry) the only thing you could do was drown with him sinking sinking sinking into icy depths watching the fish swim by as your lips turn blue and his eyes close and your insides burn like a gallon of bleach and you tip the paint to your lips, red falling from the corners of your mouth, snaking down your throat, wrapping around your heart you dredge yourself out of an icy lake and- rewind

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Jul 24, 2017

Jul 24, 2017 at 3:45 PM UTC

delilah-day

Rewind

you pretend you've lost count (feverishly, insides painted red and dripping-) of how many times it's ended in "i'm sorry im sorry im so ******* sorry please come back" "please listen" "please dont leave" (he won't and the door slams) of how many times you've dredged yourself out of icy lakes to grasp desperately at his clothes, his skin, his hair breathing cold air into cold lungs, smearing paint onto his lips to pretend that this isn't another (please god no) rewind you tip the coffee to your lips, a dark brew, red dripping down the cup and- you know how this ends, but you always did, didn't you? He's drowning hes dying someone save him hes drowning hes drowning hes drowning hes drowning hes always been drowning, stupid girl, didn't you know? Didn't you? sometimes the pills do it (32), sometimes the blades (48) sometimes he just doesn’t wake up (25) sometimes he climbs to the tallest building and- rewind rewind. rewind. rewind rewind rewindrewind rewind you pretend that you've lost count but you know you always knew that it would come to this, that it would end and (im sorry im sorry im so ******* sorry) the only thing you could do was drown with him sinking sinking sinking into icy depths watching the fish swim by as your lips turn blue and his eyes close and your insides burn like a gallon of bleach and you tip the paint to your lips, red falling from the corners of your mouth, snaking down your throat, wrapping around your heart you dredge yourself out of an icy lake and- rewind

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Not with a bang but with a clatter How ironic that life should feel so hollow No one around to hear my world shatter In this world I don’t even matter So much so, that you don’t even know No one around to hear my world shatter People move about with pitter and patter Yet no one sees as I silently go Not with a bang but with a clatter Birds take flight, and animals scatter They run about with a beautiful flow No one around to hear my world shatter Only to these creatures do I even matter But once I go, they won’t even know Not with a bang but with a clatter As I pull the trigger, making my head splatter No one will remember me, saying “not long ago…” Not with a bang but with a clatter No one around to hear my world shatter

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Jun 2, 2016

Jun 2, 2016 at 7:49 PM UTC

caitlin-lipman

Not With A Bang

Not with a bang but with a clatter How ironic that life should feel so hollow No one around to hear my world shatter In this world I don’t even matter So much so, that you don’t even know No one around to hear my world shatter People move about with pitter and patter Yet no one sees as I silently go Not with a bang but with a clatter Birds take flight, and animals scatter They run about with a beautiful flow No one around to hear my world shatter Only to these creatures do I even matter But once I go, they won’t even know Not with a bang but with a clatter As I pull the trigger, making my head splatter No one will remember me, saying “not long ago…” Not with a bang but with a clatter No one around to hear my world shatter

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You saw your chance and you took it, Your already cold body colliding with the soft metal of the bus. It bent beneath you, It’s particles moving to create a coffin for your lifeless body. The day your heart stopped is not the day you died, You died the day your feelings turned blue, and your skin pale, The day you cast off the world, and the people that belong with you. We all noticed the difference, the feeling less stare, the limp hugs. But we didn’t act fast enough, by the time we noticed, The light in your eyes had already gone out, The blue that was once so clear and icy, had become melted and glittery, With the tears you drowned your interest for life in.

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Apr 16, 2016

Apr 16, 2016 at 7:56 PM UTC

killerbluebell

Untitled

You saw your chance and you took it, Your already cold body colliding with the soft metal of the bus. It bent beneath you, It’s particles moving to create a coffin for your lifeless body. The day your heart stopped is not the day you died, You died the day your feelings turned blue, and your skin pale, The day you cast off the world, and the people that belong with you. We all noticed the difference, the feeling less stare, the limp hugs. But we didn’t act fast enough, by the time we noticed, The light in your eyes had already gone out, The blue that was once so clear and icy, had become melted and glittery, With the tears you drowned your interest for life in.

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Now, honey I'm not much a poet But for one, you never had a chance Love it, leave it You'll never understand But what a pretty face carrying on and on Red is love Like the rose on my coffin door What's life without bleeding on the floor? You didn't make me leave I wear this by the sleeve Give me a reason to believe So give me all your poison And give me all your pills Give me all the broken hearts and make me ill If this is what you want Then fire at will Say all you want but who's going to save me? We point the gun, just the one you gave me Hallelujah, lock and load

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Jan 19, 2015

Jan 19, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC

lunaxartemis

So This Can Be Goodbye

Now, honey I'm not much a poet But for one, you never had a chance Love it, leave it You'll never understand But what a pretty face carrying on and on Red is love Like the rose on my coffin door What's life without bleeding on the floor? You didn't make me leave I wear this by the sleeve Give me a reason to believe So give me all your poison And give me all your pills Give me all the broken hearts and make me ill If this is what you want Then fire at will Say all you want but who's going to save me? We point the gun, just the one you gave me Hallelujah, lock and load

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What is life? Something you can't control, you need order, but it cannot be contained. An emotional roller coaster, you don't want to feel, just ride. Social Media, people come in and out, and you can't stop them. Or maybe it's breathing, taking breaths to continue, through something you want to end. Something valuable, you only get it once. But can it also be a tragedy? Something you are forced to be in, something you cannot escape. What is life?

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Jul 9, 2014

Jul 9, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC

speakpoetrytome

Life..

What is life? Something you can't control, you need order, but it cannot be contained. An emotional roller coaster, you don't want to feel, just ride. Social Media, people come in and out, and you can't stop them. Or maybe it's breathing, taking breaths to continue, through something you want to end. Something valuable, you only get it once. But can it also be a tragedy? Something you are forced to be in, something you cannot escape. What is life?

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