Archive for death

I love you, I love you not

Posted in Green Tree with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 4, 2010 by planetvegas

I love youI love you not

People say it when they aren’t actually even in love or know what it is.

When they finally do know what it is, it’s too late.

When you do find something or someone to love, you will care more than anything.

Sadly it comes in time. Believe me I know, I have tap danced first hand with love.

On the wrong foot it’s the most deadliest mountain, but in the right hands it’s the

most amazing thing you will ever experience.

The thing with love, it’s like death, you can’t hide from it, it finds all,

it’s just the matter of how you deal with it.

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Life Support

Posted in Dark Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on June 5, 2009 by planetvegas

Life Support

Tomorrow, as the sun rises,
Tomorrow, as the sun sets and its brightness blinds my sight.
Tomorrow, as I rise from where I lay.
Tomorrow, as I become higher than those who have hated me.
Tomorrow, as I become higher than those who have loved me.
Tomorrow, as I rise higher than those who have tried to destroy me.
Tomorrow, as I rise higher than those who have tried to save me.

Tomorrow, I will take my last breath.heart
A breath in slow motion.
A heart beating slowly, then coming to a complete stop.
A train ride to death.


Tomorrow, as the sun falls and the light is no longer to be seen.
I will pass higher than the sun ever has.heart
That will be my fate for tomorrow.

Life at its Very Death

Posted in Dark Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on June 5, 2009 by planetvegas

Life at its Very Death:

I find myself dying the way I have always dreamed.
I walk to a field with high grass, pull out a sharp knife and cut my wrist. I watch the blood flow out, then stab myself in the heart. I fall slowly. My eyes look up at the sun while I lie on my back and bleed to death.

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It doesn’t even compare to the way you hurt me.

My only joy before I die is the warm sunlight.
It makes me believe it’s your warmth on me.
But then I decide that I want to feel total and complete pain.
So I open my eyes wider to see that there is no one there.

Just total and complete loneliness, like I feel now.

Gun-Point-Suicide-Attempt

2002


Oops!

Posted in Dark Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 21, 2009 by planetvegas

Oops!:
RazerBlade
Oh no!
What have I done?

Blood on hands;
soaked through my clothes.
What have I done?

Can I take it back?
If I had nails
I would nail my hands
to a wall lock and key

from such. A deed,
I did not. I let them be
free.

Some things are not meant
to be free, such as me.
At least that’s what I tell
myself as I kneel down on
my knees.


Officer Down

Posted in Dark Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on May 6, 2009 by planetvegas

My head goes round and round as the oil pours out.

I’m not made in color, but a thick and rich grade.

My friends and I will spend years, months, & days
here in bloodshed until “Their” de
als are met.

I will die for my home but I know this is wrong.

My votes aren’t counted–some sorta delay.

Only way to change on this end is for you to follow your pledge,
but you won’t even plant a tree for me.

I guess I’m dead & wind energy is out of the question, you
say it’s a mess.
It’s funny with greenhouse gases you still say
gasoline is the best.