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Cups fill up and over flow
Drink down the sweet, salty taste of death
Drown in the knowledge; that it's okay to know.

Ears rining sounds of hardened noise
Surround your head, now shake it out
Find solice in a silent night
Walking- figuring out what this life is without.

Legs shaking quivers of toxic shock
Body thrown into motionless convulsions
Taking only what you can find to-
Produce mirages of life and death envisions.

Materialistic mannerisms make for an awful good time
To manage enough composure to commit all your crimes.

Hang your head when the wait is too much trouble
Lift your hand; body, lungs gasp for the last long bubble.

Now you can hear your pulse die out slowly- lifeless
A world tortured; questioned and now answerless. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 261 [topic] => 36 [informant] => xslashxprettyxskinx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )

aWFuL GooD TiMe

Contributed by xslashxprettyxskinx on Saturday, 8th May 2004 @ 04:52:31 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide

Wrists bleeding puddles of crimson wine
Cups fill up and over flow
Drink down the sweet, salty taste of death
Drown in the knowledge; that it's okay to know.

Ears rining sounds of hardened noise
Surround your head, now shake it out
Find solice in a silent night
Walking- figuring out what this life is without.

Legs shaking quivers of toxic shock
Body thrown into motionless convulsions
Taking only what you can find to-
Produce mirages of life and death envisions.

Materialistic mannerisms make for an awful good time
To manage enough composure to commit all your crimes.

Hang your head when the wait is too much trouble
Lift your hand; body, lungs gasp for the last long bubble.

Now you can hear your pulse die out slowly- lifeless
A world tortured; questioned and now answerless.

Copyright © xslashxprettyxskinx ... [ 2004-05-08 16:52:31]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: aWFuL GooD TiMe (User Rating: 1 )
by afraid_of_fear on Saturday, 8th May 2004 @ 04:57:03 PM AEST
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wow this is an amazing, fitting description of such an emotional experience.. keep on writing..
charlotte x_x_x

Re: aWFuL GooD TiMe (User Rating: 1 )
by SuperAsh16 on Sunday, 9th May 2004 @ 02:57:13 AM AEST
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beautiful. beautiful. im know for writing death by wrist slitting poems on here too. so u arent alone. great write. i love your work. ::claps::

Re: aWFuL GooD TiMe (User Rating: 1 )
by Vitreous_Soul on Sunday, 9th May 2004 @ 07:42:35 AM AEST
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I can't recollect, or even begin to conceive, a more achingly beautiful account of this act. Besprent with psychotic (yet so artistic) imagery, very good and polished use of both phrasing and language, and a truly distrurbing and darkly amusing title. Superlative writing.

Hurricane's victim,
-V.S.

Re: aWFuL GooD TiMe (User Rating: 1 )
by holderofthestone on Saturday, 5th June 2004 @ 05:05:23 PM AEST
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Ive written a few suicide poems, sometimes you have to get it out of you. (the poem, not the blood...)A +++ I like you poetry alot, keep em coming.

Re: aWFuL GooD TiMe (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Wednesday, 23rd June 2004 @ 06:34:22 PM AEST
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a lill to vivid for me, lindsey, i almost died from loosing over half my blood once, i started writing about this several times but just seem to be unable to finish it, maybe now i will, your poem is well written, i dont know how other ppl are but i had no convulsions or anything, it was peaceful and i drifted in and out, sorry im reliving it! lol, hugs n' love nessa

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