I've always entertained suicide as one would any guest. With friendly offers of liquor and mints. And a promise of a place to stay the night should it exceed its own limits. I've always considered suicide the only real god. The one that actually listens when it hurts. The voice that answers with silence our most desperate of questions.
I've always wanted to be that sick. That lost. To think nothing of the consequence.
I've always wondered what drug there is to live for that I haven't tried. How it differs from the ones I've tested. Joy. Some broken calendar obese with years I've yet to live. How can they be happy. What makes it so? There's just the world. And us drowning in the rage of it. There's just the world. And us. Prone to gods that don't know. How lonely eden is.
Monday
3/12/2007 12:36:00 AM
I understand your sentiments here - thought are island builders. if that makes sense?
It reminds me of when I wrote a collection, Poetic suicide therapy=> http://mutiso.blogspot.com/2006/04/poetic-suicide-therapy.html
Anyways I am always lost on the web of your poems and the stunning verses which only a poet(ess) can truly understand "I've always considered suicide the only real god" deep stuff.
Btw I posted something about you on my poetry blog last week check it out...
'RuKsaK said...
I understand your sentiments here - thought are island builders. if that makes sense? '
That does indeed make no sense. I meant to say 'thoughts are island builders' - which may or may not make much difference.
Dont court it because it starts taking you down only when you realise that there will be better days.
Enchanting the way you write though. Glad I can comment again.
ruk: i knew what you meant. have misplaced thousands of s's myself. actually people tell me that often. in different ways. you think to much is usually how they say it. probably true, but won't ever change.
poet: thank you for the links. i've added yours to my sidebar under poetic sites.
dv: have courted it most of my life. attempted consummation a few times - back in the day. now i'm too old and attempt is a dirty word.
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