This is not me,
it can't be.
But it is me.
My delicate - once so silky golden kissed brown hair
touching the delicately peach tiled ground.
Pale skin made of me.
Pale. Darkness. Blood.
This is all I can see.
Sinking into the darkness of the quicksand all too quick,
I don't want to leave,
I want to stay near.
Dead.
This is it, isn't it?
This is what I've become.
My corps will rot -
become hollow, worn and old.
Me, I am alive still.
Rigorous to reach out to you,
but you cannot feel.
I guess I really am dead than -
Or just dead to you?
Sorry it ended up this way,
But here I stand, or rather float - like hover around you.
Calling on my way to you,
searching through my mind, going crazy that I'm dead -
and yet still trying to find the wordless words to say
to you - in all this living dead - like dread.
Author notes
bleh. self explanitory?
bad days lately... so new poem... I guess...
Please tell me what you think
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wow!!!
wow!!!!!
awesome!!!!! great title! the background goes well with the poem!
nice flow altho it is short it deleivers alot of moving and powerful words you know? it does lack a little bit of imergy but everything else is good!
lots of emotion 
you could touch this up alittle bit but other than that great write!!!
SilverWolf
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I changed it a bit. Do you have any thoughts as to how it is now? How it could be better? I don't know... I'm trying new things here lol. I appreciate your opinion
Thank you very much!!
Alex
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awwwwww *hugs* this is jam packed with emotions, hope you are okay cusie *hugs*
love you <3
stephanie
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i like your poem but it lacks imagery - though of course your poem is good. good as in it is just below the threshold of imagery. not that i am an expert onpoetry but i like imagery.
i like your poem but it lacks imagery - though of course your poem is good. good as in it is just below the threshold of imagery. not that i am an expert onpoetry but i like imagery. -
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I love how there's a raw passion but a very soft flow to the words, and there seems beneath the pain to be a confidence. It's a great poem, I love how the death seems real death, and then you mention dead to a particular person.
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aww
im sorry you feel like thi
love you
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