believe.
just breathe.
dont count the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, OR FUCKING GOD DAMNED YEARS!
just breathe.
believe.
dont let the tears fall as time wears on and demons call.
believe.
just breathe.
dont imagine any other life, lest you choke on the hope and die in the night.
just breathe.
believe.
dont think of the curling quiet as rended flesh bleeds and demons feed.
no.
dont.
just believe.
just breathe.
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another sort of terrible poem to torture the masses with. written a while ago.
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told my niece (who was being raised as Fundamentalist) that 'I don't believe in anything.' I was taught to release the breath -- then everything falls away, even beliefs, especially beliefs. And breath comes back, inhalation happens but it's effortless. After such release, not beliefs but perceptions, which can have the force of certainty.
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Hello.
Reads to me like a form of mantra/meditation. The person seems racked with pain, tormented by memories not only of what has been done, but what hasn't been done. Telling one's self to breath also suggests that the demons are within, linked to the memories. The line of "other life" also adds to this hypothesis, as well as the need to face what the person has done, accept what life has become, for before it can be changed it must be accepted and understood. Well that is what I got from it anyway.
My regards.
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Strongly put but maybe over simplified but you gave a clear message and that was the reason for the poem . Strong and concise
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this is beautiful and so deep. I think it should have a title. How about "Inhalation"?
blessings,
extasy
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this is sad makes me think you are lonely
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