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Array ( [sid] => 5674 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => suicide bed [time] => 2002-10-26 17:15:00 [hometext] => about a time not so long ago in my life... [bodytext] => i lay on these Red sheets
cradling my arm
to a chest Heaving rapidly
with shallow breath
and all i can Think of
is a thousand thoughts inside my head
my sheets are Red
i cannot tell if it's from Blood
seeping through my shirtsleeves
dripping down my Hands
or if it's how they were made
in some third-world Labor camp
someday soon i should be an Anarchist
to avoid the exploitation of humans like me
this is the only coherent thought running
through an empty mind
i have been over by a cruel God
a sad Fate
i close my Brown,
Souless eyes
hoping to Die
and relieve this Sickness
deep inside
this bed is Comfortless
my Suicide Bed [comments] => 6 [counter] => 246 [topic] => 36 [informant] => Blue [notes] => ....Edited by mod_6 for language 28-03-04 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 11 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
suicide bed

Contributed by Blue on Saturday, 26th October 2002 @ 05:15:00 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



i lay on these Red sheets
cradling my arm
to a chest Heaving rapidly
with shallow breath
and all i can Think of
is a thousand thoughts inside my head
my sheets are Red
i cannot tell if it's from Blood
seeping through my shirtsleeves
dripping down my Hands
or if it's how they were made
in some third-world Labor camp
someday soon i should be an Anarchist
to avoid the exploitation of humans like me
this is the only coherent thought running
through an empty mind
i have been over by a cruel God
a sad Fate
i close my Brown,
Souless eyes
hoping to Die
and relieve this Sickness
deep inside
this bed is Comfortless
my Suicide Bed




Copyright © Blue ... [ 2002-10-26 17:15:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: suicide bed (User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on Saturday, 26th October 2002 @ 05:36:03 PM AEST
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I can relate with this
poem very well. Take comfort
in what helps you get through,
i understand what this is like.


.::´¯`·..· OreO·..·´¯`::.


Re: suicide bed (User Rating: 1 )
by Jan_Oskar_Hansen on Saturday, 26th October 2002 @ 07:01:01 PM AEST
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a frightening poem very good though


Re: suicide bed (User Rating: 1 )
by peace123 on Sunday, 27th October 2002 @ 12:38:12 AM AEST
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sorry i am not sure what to say..sorta speachless after reading it....indeed a very powerful poem...thanks for sharing it..


Re: suicide bed (User Rating: 1 )
by orgygirl on Sunday, 27th October 2002 @ 01:24:03 AM AEST
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This is really a sad poem but as sad as it may be I can completely relate. In my poetry you'll see a lot of suicide but we write what we feel. I know you'll get over this feeling if I was able to. I really liked how you concluded this write. Very well done.

Take care

Rebecca


Re: suicide bed (User Rating: 1 )
by Rakerman1999 on Sunday, 27th October 2002 @ 02:59:36 AM AEST
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Fantastic! I love dark poems and this one is truely and emotional outpouring. The pain of living can be overwhelming at times. I have a few poems running along the same lines as this one that I will be posting in the future and I hope you find the time to read them. Great write! Larry


Re: suicide bed (User Rating: 1 )
by Opium on Sunday, 27th October 2002 @ 03:44:05 AM AEST
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...noire ...dérisoire ...dark poetry, not bad, not bad at all.




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