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When Death Is An Honor by abdulone(m): 2:34pm On Feb 12, 2009 |
hey dudes-what is your own perception of death,sickness,torture and the rest come on share with us- when death is an honor at a time like this when the world is gone half dark i see frustration, stress and fatigue sitting on a cub web chair with no friends or lovers not even a smile or a piece of greeting. drinking sour soups from earth burnt pots to mend broken hearts i think makes more sense than living a life of luxury when the next minute is hell at a time like this when life is demobilized feverish, asmathic and infuriating looking upward to the sky with a dead mind and tortured soul makes life seems more boring death more interesting and fascinating at a time like this when everything is already turned inside out suicide will not be too good but rather death an honor |
Re: When Death Is An Honor by roxeey: 2:42pm On Feb 12, 2009 |
why is it death u guyz are talking about,why not something else or do u think u will die soonest |
Re: When Death Is An Honor by princesa(f): 5:03pm On Feb 12, 2009 |
my poem Feeling the pain of the knife slice through the depths of my heart I felt sweet relief overcome the pathetic life I once had Oh! How rich I can be This death has brought to me such honor than ever seen I don’t have to wait again on you cos you hold wealth like a god Or being criticized cos am not half of what you want Oh you tormenter! There’s something beyond your grasp! It’s the right I forever have To take my life by the mere swing of the knife Leading to The slow descend of my soul With A smile forever on my mouth implant And a tongue to mock your unholy act When I die, please have to read on my epitaph “This here is a soul that took its roots and died to end a miserable life” Death is the sweetest life can have roxeey:Try to appreciate literature and poems They are the real bones left in life Not those silly lovey doveys When love itself doesent make the world go round |
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