Must I throw myself
Upon the buring pit of self
destruction
Must I laugh my way through,
troubles and indecision.
Do I have the silent shimmer,
of light to make me known.
Or shall I sit,
Opening blood loss,
to the evil
I have grown
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short but very powrefull, i prefer poetry like that, i love the second stanza very much too.
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beautiful!!!
there is a rambling that if so real in this.
and it is beautiful.
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i thought this was a pretty good read, short, but still puts your point across well. i really liked the last stanza
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I like the poem a lot but I think you could benefit from choosing another title. Somehow repeating that first line doesn't do it justice...
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Thanks for the comment. You're right in saying that. I sometimes can't make titles for my poems. I usually am taken by some sort of 'rush' and the poem comes out, then it's over and sometimes I didn't have a title, and it feels wrong to make one because I'm not in the same 'zone' anymore. So these ones I call these ones 'untitled' or go generic & use the first line so as not to disrupt the original 'meaning' or add to the piece. Does anyone else get this with their poetry?
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a choice we may not be aware but we choose every moment of everyday, every thought is a silent choice
you point this out brilliantly my friend
and is an incredible profound write
GOD BLESS YOU...
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Thanks a lot
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Wow, something so short yet so powerful.
This presents life's great crossroads. Stay or go, fight or flight. The greatest life debate. If we trust ourselves, we shall easily find our way to our destiny.
Good poem.
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