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What It Is To Die

Contributed by silent_tears on Wednesday, 15th September 2004 @ 06:02:28 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



What it is to Die

Wake up talking,
No one hears me.
It's like a plane crashing,
Not Evident until it's over.
But who has seen
Such a fabulous catastrophe?

My life is one big oxymoron,
Redundant in its ways.

Living without is like dying
But I would never do it
Then someone would feel
The same as I do-
The burning, stinging sensation
That is my heart and soul.

Dying with is living without.
The circle continues-
What it is to live.




Copyright © silent_tears ... [ 2004-09-15 18:02:28]
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Re: What It Is To Die (User Rating: 1 )
by AspenGlow on Wednesday, 15th September 2004 @ 06:30:27 PM AEST
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Very good poem.

Living is what we do everyday, sometimes lost, sometimes found, sometimes misplaced. Dying is slipping away sometimes fast, sometimes slow, but a passing, death comes never, we merely walk to different paths.

Thanks for sharing.


Re: What It Is To Die (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Wednesday, 15th September 2004 @ 10:48:34 PM AEST
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well some of it doesnt make sense to me, but oh well. great write.


Re: What It Is To Die (User Rating: 1 )
by silent_tears on Thursday, 16th September 2004 @ 06:23:26 PM AEST
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yeah i figured most people would be confused especially in the last two stanzas- "Living without" refers to a friend who commited suicide and I feel horrible, basically i would feel better dead, "But I would never do it Then someone would feel the same..." I would never commit suicide because then someone would have the same feeling I have now and I wouldn't wish that upon anyone. "Dying with is living without.." Is saying that if I died with a loved one still here, they would live without me and know "What it is to Die" so therefore "the circle continues.




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