The Death Of Poetry
By BeautifullyRuined
This is my last poem
I will never again use words
to express myself
You should be relieved
You always hated the way my mind thought
in metaphors and analogies
my pen spewing words
and making paper come alive
my heart and soul
defined between the lines
start a bombfire
with my notebooks
making sure no stray sheet
of paper escapes
I will go after them with the same determination
as the dustbunnies beneath my bed
i have always been scared
they`ll eat me in my sleep
with their bushy tails and big teeth
no more cutting myself
to watch ink pour from my veins
or trying to think of something that doesnt sound cliche
Dont worry dear
I will find a way to extract
this pen from my hand
but i`ll still feel it there like
an amputated limb
curling my fingers around it
everytime i catch a phrase
if its the last thing i do
i will no longer write
it problably will be
because without poetry i`ll Die
Comments on "The Death Of Poetry"
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On Monday, January 14, 2008, xserratedsoulx
(212) wrote:
LOVE it. absolutley LOVE it.
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On Thursday, May 17, 2007, Mylissa
(845) wrote:
This is absolutely amazing. I enjoyed every taste. You bring out emotion and a beautiful nature behind hurt. I love it.
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On Thursday, May 17, 2007, Tania
(197) wrote:
phew.. glad its not your last.ok... well this was amazing to say the least.. your words speak to me deeply..and i know you could never stop writing Elana, poetrys in your blood.
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On Thursday, May 17, 2007, Disassembly Boy
(61) wrote:
oh yeah, lol..and I still like it..
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On Thursday, May 17, 2007, Disassembly Boy
(61) wrote:
I really liked this alot when I read it today on myspace. I surely do hope this isn't your last poem, though.
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On Thursday, May 17, 2007, BeautifullyRuined
(94) wrote:
I promise this is not my last poem...i couldnt stop if i tried.