What do you even call a poem about death? by Darkkitten2708, literature
Literature
What do you even call a poem about death?
The world does not care if you have a gift
Or a talent for something,
You will die regardless.
No silver tongue,
Or clay speckled hands will save you.
No way with words,
No talent with the pen or paint or graphite,
No ability to make people stop and listen and look and see,
There is nothing that will stop your last breath from being drawn,
Nothing.
And, yes, that is a melancholy, terrible fact,
But a fact it is none the less.
People die too young,
So many die far too young.
Actors having seizures at night,
Artists who fought too fought too many battles in surgery rooms,
Even my own grandfather,
Who never saw his grandchildren grow past the ag
Environmentalist Rising by Darkkitten2708, literature
Literature
Environmentalist Rising
First, you must think:
“How dare you take this from me!”
“How dare you say I cannot have a home, I cannot see nature in her glory, I cannot have a living Mother!”
“How dare you tell me of oceans, of reefs, of forests, of animals, and tell me you killed them! That you denied me my right to see them!”
“How dare you think it is my responsibility, and mine alone, to fix what you have done!”
“I will tear you limb from limb if you think you can just fuck off into a happy retirement while I have to battle wildfires and floods and pollution and starvation.”
But, know,
We must punish the resp
Life is beautiful,
But it’s also so fucking frustrating.
Let’s face it,
Everyone has days they’d rather be dead than alive,
It’s just for some people, those days are nearly every day,
But we pretend life is so amazing,
Some god-sent gift,
When life is just really fucking hard.
Yes, I want to live,
But you see I’m not living,
Not really.
I smile and I laugh and I dance,
But more often,
I frown and I sob and I collapse
Because holding myself up 24/7 is tiring.
I’m deeply afraid of dying,
But I always think it’s the best solution.
I walk in other people’s shoes far more than my own.
Life is beaut
I am Life
I am Death
I am God
I am Satan
I am the Grim Reaper
Death easy to write
Life fun to take away
God delightful to play
Satan a joy to preach
Grim Reaper myself
I am no mortal woman
Not in my world
My words
I am their everything
Their mother
Their father
Sister, brother
I am their everything
As they are to me
It slows
It speeds
Sudden
Predictable
Something not to be messed with
But we yearn to control
Time
It’s own master
It’s own servant
We follow
No other choice
Fight time
Ha
We would be dashed against the rocks
Explode
We can’t handle this
Drown in the sands
Time
Flows all around us
Can you see it?
Fleeting
One moment gone
The present replacing the past
To become the past a second later
Death can come as easily as birth
As quickly
As slowly
As suddenly
As gradually
You might live while another dies
Ah! He’s gone
Swim, brother
Swim through the sands, the ocean
Reach
Your time
The end of time
The end
Of
Your
Life
Does anyone like me? by Darkkitten2708, literature
Literature
Does anyone like me?
Does anyone actually like me?
I think not
Lies
Deception
Why though?
Am I insane
Probably
Do I care
No
Then why does it hurt to think they lie when I ask if they care
If they hate
Will anyone ever love me?
No for those falsehoods I will not fall
Will there be someone to hold me through the night?
Nope, nevermind, I’ll just sit here
Alone
Not that it really bugs me
I’m used to it by now
The forgotten friend
Why does it bug me
Right
I am still human
As much as I lie to myself
Saying I’m Satan so the fear others
Show makes me feel better
About my situation in life
But, hey at least I haven’t resorted to bullying others
I&
You look at me
See another
Hello, I’m right here
In front of you
Say something
Am I really that bad?
That dim of a flame
Just out of my grasp
Why love?
Why me?
Why now?
Why not?
You don’t notice
I won’t speak up
If you want this to work you'll have to be first
I know I’m not the best
Hell I’m barely adequate
Satisfactory
Sufficient
Enough
I know
But can you tell me I’m enough
Do you even see me that way?
I’m making this up, aren’t I?
I knew it
Why do I do this
My heart can’t take this anymore
Someone?
Anyone?
Oh come on
I can’t be that bad
What
Not positive enough for you
Well too fu
I may not be an author
Of some bestseller in New York
I may not live artistically, or even the way I want to
But I can write
Paper and pencil the tools of my trade
Simple, you may think
Try it yourself
Make something meaningful, depressing, beautiful out of thin air
Add grammar, word choice, the flow
The writer’s block
The devil-incarnate of my kind, for me
Til death do us part
And even beyond that
Write
I dare you
A blessing
A curse
A burden
Wakes me at night
Ideas, phrases, quotes
Must be kept, remembered
Can’t lose this one
Get this down
Use it
The flood of ideas, concepts
Do you understand
We are God, we are Satan
We are the G
Those born
Of special blood
Were sworn
To the flood
Quick and cold
Her waters run
To fit one mold
And to fit none
A goddess graceful
Her power strong
Forever faithful
To her song
We give her
Everything
Clothed in fur
A single ring
On her finger
Golden bands
It does linger
Her pale hands
Water flows
Through
It swells and grows
We are the sons of who?
We know not
A pathway
That we never thought
To walk astray
Drowned in moonlight
We understand
It’s not our fight
Get to land
Quick and cold
Her waters run
To fit one mold
And to fit none
Au clair de la lune
The simple beauty of the moon
Au clair de la lune
Beauty gone too soon
My dearest one, my darling dear
Please don’t ever disappear
My dearest one, my darling dear
Please don’t ever leave me here
All alone
And far from home
Broken and depressed
Terrified and stressed
I fight for joy in my life
Don’t leave me here lost in strife
Au clair de la lune
My beauty in the moon
What do you even call a poem about death? by Darkkitten2708, literature
Literature
What do you even call a poem about death?
The world does not care if you have a gift
Or a talent for something,
You will die regardless.
No silver tongue,
Or clay speckled hands will save you.
No way with words,
No talent with the pen or paint or graphite,
No ability to make people stop and listen and look and see,
There is nothing that will stop your last breath from being drawn,
Nothing.
And, yes, that is a melancholy, terrible fact,
But a fact it is none the less.
People die too young,
So many die far too young.
Actors having seizures at night,
Artists who fought too fought too many battles in surgery rooms,
Even my own grandfather,
Who never saw his grandchildren grow past the ag
Environmentalist Rising by Darkkitten2708, literature
Literature
Environmentalist Rising
First, you must think:
“How dare you take this from me!”
“How dare you say I cannot have a home, I cannot see nature in her glory, I cannot have a living Mother!”
“How dare you tell me of oceans, of reefs, of forests, of animals, and tell me you killed them! That you denied me my right to see them!”
“How dare you think it is my responsibility, and mine alone, to fix what you have done!”
“I will tear you limb from limb if you think you can just fuck off into a happy retirement while I have to battle wildfires and floods and pollution and starvation.”
But, know,
We must punish the resp
Life is beautiful,
But it’s also so fucking frustrating.
Let’s face it,
Everyone has days they’d rather be dead than alive,
It’s just for some people, those days are nearly every day,
But we pretend life is so amazing,
Some god-sent gift,
When life is just really fucking hard.
Yes, I want to live,
But you see I’m not living,
Not really.
I smile and I laugh and I dance,
But more often,
I frown and I sob and I collapse
Because holding myself up 24/7 is tiring.
I’m deeply afraid of dying,
But I always think it’s the best solution.
I walk in other people’s shoes far more than my own.
Life is beaut
I am Life
I am Death
I am God
I am Satan
I am the Grim Reaper
Death easy to write
Life fun to take away
God delightful to play
Satan a joy to preach
Grim Reaper myself
I am no mortal woman
Not in my world
My words
I am their everything
Their mother
Their father
Sister, brother
I am their everything
As they are to me
It slows
It speeds
Sudden
Predictable
Something not to be messed with
But we yearn to control
Time
It’s own master
It’s own servant
We follow
No other choice
Fight time
Ha
We would be dashed against the rocks
Explode
We can’t handle this
Drown in the sands
Time
Flows all around us
Can you see it?
Fleeting
One moment gone
The present replacing the past
To become the past a second later
Death can come as easily as birth
As quickly
As slowly
As suddenly
As gradually
You might live while another dies
Ah! He’s gone
Swim, brother
Swim through the sands, the ocean
Reach
Your time
The end of time
The end
Of
Your
Life
Does anyone like me? by Darkkitten2708, literature
Literature
Does anyone like me?
Does anyone actually like me?
I think not
Lies
Deception
Why though?
Am I insane
Probably
Do I care
No
Then why does it hurt to think they lie when I ask if they care
If they hate
Will anyone ever love me?
No for those falsehoods I will not fall
Will there be someone to hold me through the night?
Nope, nevermind, I’ll just sit here
Alone
Not that it really bugs me
I’m used to it by now
The forgotten friend
Why does it bug me
Right
I am still human
As much as I lie to myself
Saying I’m Satan so the fear others
Show makes me feel better
About my situation in life
But, hey at least I haven’t resorted to bullying others
I&
You look at me
See another
Hello, I’m right here
In front of you
Say something
Am I really that bad?
That dim of a flame
Just out of my grasp
Why love?
Why me?
Why now?
Why not?
You don’t notice
I won’t speak up
If you want this to work you'll have to be first
I know I’m not the best
Hell I’m barely adequate
Satisfactory
Sufficient
Enough
I know
But can you tell me I’m enough
Do you even see me that way?
I’m making this up, aren’t I?
I knew it
Why do I do this
My heart can’t take this anymore
Someone?
Anyone?
Oh come on
I can’t be that bad
What
Not positive enough for you
Well too fu
I may not be an author
Of some bestseller in New York
I may not live artistically, or even the way I want to
But I can write
Paper and pencil the tools of my trade
Simple, you may think
Try it yourself
Make something meaningful, depressing, beautiful out of thin air
Add grammar, word choice, the flow
The writer’s block
The devil-incarnate of my kind, for me
Til death do us part
And even beyond that
Write
I dare you
A blessing
A curse
A burden
Wakes me at night
Ideas, phrases, quotes
Must be kept, remembered
Can’t lose this one
Get this down
Use it
The flood of ideas, concepts
Do you understand
We are God, we are Satan
We are the G
Those born
Of special blood
Were sworn
To the flood
Quick and cold
Her waters run
To fit one mold
And to fit none
A goddess graceful
Her power strong
Forever faithful
To her song
We give her
Everything
Clothed in fur
A single ring
On her finger
Golden bands
It does linger
Her pale hands
Water flows
Through
It swells and grows
We are the sons of who?
We know not
A pathway
That we never thought
To walk astray
Drowned in moonlight
We understand
It’s not our fight
Get to land
Quick and cold
Her waters run
To fit one mold
And to fit none
Au clair de la lune
The simple beauty of the moon
Au clair de la lune
Beauty gone too soon
My dearest one, my darling dear
Please don’t ever disappear
My dearest one, my darling dear
Please don’t ever leave me here
All alone
And far from home
Broken and depressed
Terrified and stressed
I fight for joy in my life
Don’t leave me here lost in strife
Au clair de la lune
My beauty in the moon
Hey, so I still don't post very interesting art pieces or much of my own pencil drawings but I'm going to get to that (hopefully)! Thanks for watches :)
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If you want to survive until tomorrow, you better start fighting today
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Get lost in your thoughts, they could be your greatest weapon
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If someone's hits you down, get up and b'tch slap them back
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Draw strength from the simple beauty all around you
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