The twisting winds of song
only I can describe as salty
tight bands wrap my chest
and all I see is the whispering winds
come to take me away
You, I sense, and I'm afraid
I almost don't like what I see
The sweetest sound is only held for a moment
till it turns sour or is lost
I don't know what to expect from you
you've learned all the right answers too
and I can tell when they're being used
for I know you.
Praying mantis on the walls
The sky is beautiful and whole
Pictures in my mind and
There I will go
Look at the city down below
See the pretty lights.
Then fly, my beauty, fly with your life
make sure to cry the way down.
Because, my beauty, did not you know?
You can fly no more.
I picture in my mind at last
the rot in which flies swarm.
Certain men will stop and stare
but all in on they'll go.
Author notes
I attempted suicide the night of July 15, 2008. Here you go.
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Comments
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It was good. I liked it. I can relate to the whole suicide attempt. Unfortunately. My last one was December 16, 2007. I ended up screwing a great friendship up I believe. But, however, I really thank the guy who was there to help me through it. We don't talk much anymore. But anyways, I liked the poem good job.
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