Jul 14 2011
I Am Death
I am Death,
No thing of flesh.
I am no lie,
Not here to make you cry.
I am not sweet,
My heart does not beat,
I have nothing to feel,
And I will strike no deal.
I am not kind,
And I cannot be blind,
But I am not cruel,
And perhaps I’m a fool.
For even through my rattling bones,
Something sings with spritely tones.
As worthless as I am to you,
I cannot help thinking that I love you.
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The poem itself was very unique, I think. The last two lines were extremely well written.
Your beginning was ominous and powerful.
The only thing I don’t adore is the fact that ur rhyming gets a bit clumsy at some places.
But it was a brilliant poem. Gave me a lot to think about.
can’t understand the meaning
may be too deep for me 😮
Pixie, thank you very much, I was concerned about that in some places but I just gave up working on it because I felt it was draining away from my own emotion in the poem. Admin, basically I was trying to use death as the metaphor for someone who is so fucked up, maybe even feared, that no one wants him around, but he is still capable of love and he feels it for someone. Story of my life.
well story of your life huh???…..pretty intense….good work!! ^_^
Yeah, pretty much. 😉 thanks.
extremely intense and i got the meaning.. it was simply put an amazing poem
just by reading your work… the depth of emotion you display and the signs of a very deeply passionate and loving person.. idk.. i just dont see how people could bare you to not be around… maybe you are not as fkd up as you think.. but i only have the poetry to go on here.. hell i wish my guy.. which he isnt really mine just in my heart… lol.. felt this way.. we have been through alot.. and i mean alot.. we are keeping it at friends since that is what he wants… me i will always love him.. but these days kinda scared to show it or do anything to make him push me away again.. sometimes i feel like a yoyo.. or a child plucking a daisy saying..”he loves me … he loves me not”.. idk in my case it is all so confusing.. we get really close.. he pulls away and usually in a very harsh manner.. all i can think is maybe one day… everything will work itself out.. sometimes in your heart you have this feeling… you know.. that someone is “the one” and even through all the angry words.. fighting…and space put between you… and part of you says fk all this pain.. your heart cries out and you realize you cannot give up… because somewhere in all of this at some point in time… everything will be worth it… thats how i view my situation anyway.. i wish you luck with your love.. if you feel she is worth it.. never give up hope… i never really have.. something wont let me… but i cant tell him that.. love and life are ever so complicated.. i wish it could just be a simple.. i love you.. and you love me.. so lets be together.. to me it makes sense.. but i guess some people when they are hurt very badly by a previous relationship.. have alot of issues to sort out.. and im not guilt free of that myself.. if ya ever need to talk im around or vent.. lord knows you can never have enough people to vent to.. 😉
There have been “he”s and “she”s because, like I said, I’m no thing of flesh, the body does not concern me as much as the soul. I hope things work for you but from the way it sounds I cannot say if I would keep waiting were I you. I have written many poems of forever, especially waiting and loving them even after they leave because I do, but I’m tired of…everything. I have a lot of stuff to deal with in life, in love and in other concerns, and it wears me down. I’m supposed to be the rock, no one sees me cry, I put on my Mask, my Lying Eyes, and take on everyone’s problems. That’s why I cut, why I drink, why I do anything…never when people are around…because I just need to let it go for a while. I can’t wait forever for anything anymore. I work hard at everything I do and I’m trying so hard to be good enough for everyone and it’s hard and I’m waiting…most of all…for when my time has come and I’ve dealt with enough of everyone else’s problems so that they don’t need me and I can just die. I think it’ll be in about thirty years…make me 45, older than I ever wanna be anyway, and then I can end my life. By then my sister will be married and wont need me anymore. 😀 Thank you for your reading and response to my poem.
This is just…. so damn good.