There was a wish I dared to speak. For years I had thought it but never let the words weigh down my lips. I couldn’t bare to think what would happen if I crossed a line and verbalised my vulnerability.
I just want to be alive.
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I’m so sick of the earth and it’s twisted turning. Never have I been a catholic, but even I must question the existence of the stars and the moon. Why put something so beautiful when the time for some will be ephemeral? Tell me, why can poets be so descriptive when really we all die.
Why do we try so diligently to blink when our eyes will be perpetually sealed by rust and dirt.
Maybe; Maybe it's because...
Maybe it’s because without the impending fear of death, what would be our catalyst to live? Why would we love if time was an option and why would we breathe if our lungs were not needed.
Still, teenage years seem a far too young to steal one's hope doesn’t it? I think it’s cruelly unjust that the lips of a poet will be unmoving, unheard; much like they’re fingers.
Tell me, what pens will ink for them?
I am fourteen. Nothing more then that. I am not wise, nor am I talented. I have a heart, and skin melds my bones and capillaries together. I pass at English but don’t understand Science. So answer me this; do the people with eyes containing decades of wisdom, do they understand why a girl must live under fatal restraints?
Answer me that, because I don’t think I’ll ever comprehend.
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I only want to be alive. I can live with heartache, and even the wallowing of undeserving mouths won’t penetrate my pulse.
But I can’t bare to think of a world without purpose.
Author notes
Gahhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I hate life for you brandi.
Wahhhh; stupid, stupid life.
A contest entry
- A Nova can't last; Just like love can't be real. by PaintedParisPassion.
700 points, ended May 13, 26 entries
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Wow, so i'm way late on commenting this, but its astounding! It really, really is! I love the titles, implications is one of my favorite words haha. And lol, I hate life for me too sometimes, but really though, if I hated it all the time, 24/7 I wouldn't have a purpose to be here. And right now, i'm fine standing on my own, I'm breathing and most importantly i'm alive. I might not have what I want right now, and I might not ever get that, but I've found that there are other things out there in the world hun. So don't hate life for me, because I know its not fair, but you have to take some bad to get some good. Thats just the way life works. You're amazing, and thank you for caring so much about little 'ol me.
Love, love, love,
B
By the way--
I’m so sick of the earth and it’s twisted turning. Never have I been a catholic, but even I must question the existence of the stars and the moon. Why put something so beautiful when the time for some will be ephemeral? Tell me, why can poets be so descriptive when really we all die.
That was awesome!
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An astounding and talented write that does actually make me pause and question and think over these things myself. The wording of this and use of metaphor is beautiful and effectively done.
"Maybe it’s because without the impending fear of death, what would be our catalyst to live? Why would we love if time was an option and why would we breathe if our lungs were not needed."
You really shined there with that one. You are also wrong by the way, you are very talented. Don't let anyone else convice you otherwise. And even though you aren't yet old enough to be wise, your eyes are far wider open than most fourteen-year-olds and your mind is questioning deeper than some people I've met in their twenties or even older. Having that, is the first part of being wise. Keep it up and time and experience will take care of the rest
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"Death needs time like a junkie needs junk.
Why does death need time?
Death needs time so that what it kills can grow in, for Apuc's sweet sake."
William Bouroghs
life and death are like flip sides of the same coin you can't have one without the other. And time? Who knows? Each moment is the way it is because that is the way it is structured. (read Kurt Vonnegut "Slaughter House Five" or rent the movie.
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Wowww. This poem was incredible! You have such an amazing way with words. I loved the metaphorical wording throughout ..
"I’m so sick of the earth and it’s twisted turning"
"Tell me, why can poets be so descriptive when really we all die"
"I think it’s cruelly unjust that the lips of a poet will be unmoving, unheard; much like they’re fingers...Yell me, what pens will ink for them?"
Those are some pretty powerful phrases right there. Simply brilliant and beautiful
"Maybe it’s because without the impending fear of death, what would be our catalyst to live? Why would we love if time was an option and why would we breathe if our lungs were not needed."
I definitely think those were my favorite lines. They really tugged at my heart strings and got me to open up my eyes and THINK deeper about life, about love, about everything.
Wonderful job and best of luck in the contest! =]
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i absolutely love the title
So answer me this; do the people with eyes containing decades of wisdom, do they understand why a girl must live under fatal restraints?
this is one of my favorite pieces.
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