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Array ( [sid] => 180065 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Epitaph [time] => 2014-12-18 11:45:35 [hometext] => Remembering someone on their special day. [bodytext] => Someone committed suicide on my birthday.
The ***** did it on purpose.
Stealing the spotlight away
Ruining my special day.
It was my sweet sixteenth,
She leapt from the 16th or 17th floor
(Who can remember anymore)
With cross in her drunken hand
She took her last stand,
Not before her spiteful message
To me.
The birthday girl, not so sweet,
A little salty, mostly sour,
That *****!
Couldn't wait another hour?
Just one more reason to hate my birth.
What the fudge is my purpose on Earth? [comments] => 11 [counter] => 730 [topic] => 10 [informant] => hauntedscorp [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => BirthdayPoems )
Epitaph

Contributed by hauntedscorp on Thursday, 18th December 2014 @ 11:45:35 AM in AEST
Topic: BirthdayPoems



Someone committed suicide on my birthday.
The ***** did it on purpose.
Stealing the spotlight away
Ruining my special day.
It was my sweet sixteenth,
She leapt from the 16th or 17th floor
(Who can remember anymore)
With cross in her drunken hand
She took her last stand,
Not before her spiteful message
To me.
The birthday girl, not so sweet,
A little salty, mostly sour,
That *****!
Couldn't wait another hour?
Just one more reason to hate my birth.
What the fudge is my purpose on Earth?




Copyright © hauntedscorp ... [ 2014-12-18 11:45:35]
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Re: Epitaph (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Thursday, 18th December 2014 @ 12:27:30 PM AEST
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this seems written in a way more personal way than
someone of your own age with a vendetta, like
maybe a relative? either way it is not your fault nor
responsibility to carry the guilt of this death, it was
their choice, if it was indeed a peer- i chalk it up to
teen angst, nothing for you to carry with you on either
count, ...as far as what is your 'purpose' i believe it is
to keep writing your heart out and learn from these
things life throws at you, knowledge is something
worth living for and events bring wisdom,


hugs n' love nessa


Re: Epitaph (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 18th December 2014 @ 02:30:11 PM AEST
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Even though hate is such a draining emotion, if you have to hold any hate, hate her! The birthday girl's birth is something to celebrate.

It's a very sad story but the person who committed suicide is really the person that's going to have a bad day...like forever.



Re: Epitaph (User Rating: 1 )
by Archie on Thursday, 18th December 2014 @ 03:26:00 PM AEST
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This is an emotional poem, it hits too close to home for me to properly comment on it without getting emotional myself.

We don't know why people do things or the pain they carry to draw them to the actions they take. There is no solace in death especially suicide. . . I only hope that the ones who survive can find peace and healing from their pain.


Re: Epitaph (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 19th December 2014 @ 04:21:13 AM AEST
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The lack of empathy in this poem is so strong, I can only assume that it is to make the opposite point. There's no way a birthday is more important than the reasons as to why someone should take their own life. Leaving spiteful messages is just a small part of a mind in turmoil. When someone commits suicide their state of mind is incomprehensible to most.
The last line is almost a contemplation of suicide, and I must admit, Scorpers, you have me searching for your train of thought here. One thing is certain: this has an alligator's bite, and it's gonna stay with me today.


Re: Epitaph (User Rating: 1 )
by deadreckoning1983 on Friday, 19th December 2014 @ 05:29:03 AM AEST
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What is your purpose??? hmm, I think there a line for that around here somewhere. Tim and I have numbers already! Don't worry I'll let you cut in line. That really sucks, and it sounds like it is still very raw. sorry for the painful memories associated with your bday. but it is YOUR birthday, the great Scorp. don't let em get you down!


Re: Epitaph (User Rating: 1 )
by Invierno on Friday, 19th December 2014 @ 07:06:25 AM AEST
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"What the fudge is my purpose on Earth?"

Answer? To keep pumping out fantastic poetry, silly!

Sad but lovely poem. You are right...what a *****!

Invierno


Re: Epitaph (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 21st December 2014 @ 01:23:31 AM AEST
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this is illness
Had a few who left us
all of the sudden
As others have said this sounds
personal
has to have been

sorry man is it all anyone can say

Peace!


Re: Epitaph (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 21st December 2014 @ 01:28:30 AM AEST
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The Night Light

she always had to burn a light
beside her attic bed at night.
it gave bad dreams and broken sleep,
but helped the Lord her soul to keep.
good gloom on her was thrown away.
It is on me by night or day,
who have, as I suppose, ahead
the darkest of it still to dread.
Robert Frost

Peace!


Re: Epitaph (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Sunday, 21st December 2014 @ 02:59:38 AM AEST
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Oh my sweets this pains my heart so. So sorry this happened.Suicide is such a tragic thing.You are most beautiful though always know that.I love ya!

Hugssssssssss
Michelle


Re: Epitaph (User Rating: 1 )
by kmec1990 on Sunday, 21st December 2014 @ 07:21:33 PM AEST
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What a horrible thing to do to a child but Holding the anger is what she wanted letting go and living in the light makes you a winner and her the loser and actually is a better revenge.
Hugs,
K


Re: Epitaph (User Rating: 1 )
by Breezy on Monday, 22nd December 2014 @ 09:14:44 PM AEST
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...Jesus. I'd like to think i know your writing well enough to know your symbolism is never transparent.
But your metaphors reflect an emotion so deep and raw that one can't help but drown in them. I'm going
to take for granted that this "surface" truth is an overpaint and that the real pain; the profound torture this
poem depicts, can be exercised by cathartic writings such as this.

*hugs*

~ B




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