chop
01-03-06, 01:19
Two poems here, One about my freind. Second one, If not appropriate, delete but poetry (never done it before seems to help me and get my feelings out). It is merely a poem and has no real meaning.
Bec,
To me you mean everything in the universe
You look after me so well and thoughtfully, you are my nurse
You are the most special person I have ever known
For so long, you have been my coping stone
You radiate beauty is everyway
You wake up gorgeous everyday
You will never realise just how much you mean to me
And anyone who knows how much I talk about you would agree
You are my life, my beauty, my special person
And without you my life could only worsen.
Bec, I thank you from the bottom of my heart
That will be here at the end, the middle and the start
I don¡¦t know what I would have done without you
No doubt my life would have been very blue
With you my future seems brighter
You are the real strong one in this relationship,
The real fighter.
Thank you for everything,
Paul ļ
Life
One thing I have found in my short time on this earth
Is there is rarely anything of great worth
It becomes clearer as each drooling day passes by
Most people live in a dream and live a lie
Does anyone really live at all or is it just a hallucination?
Are we not really here?
Between our minds and bodies is merely an amputation
The rain continues to fall that nothing will ever be clear
I feel this life I don¡¦t want to be included
And by thinking happiness I am just deluded
It is hard to function, I concentrate on my breath
But I continue to have greater visions of death
I am nauseated by my feelings and thought
Happiness cannot be taught
What do I envision for Paul Dale?
Somebody to find my disembodied torso blue and pale
With my head close by
And people asking why
Wondering how someone could tear their own head off
They will then lay on me a white cloth
I will be finally laid to get some much needed sleep
Only around 6 feet deep
But I will now be in a higher place
Where I can feel feelings of happiness and grace
People will cry but wounds heal over time
And people will be happy I am out of this world of slime
The stench of my body decomposing
The walls are no longer closing
We have found the ultimate happiness
What is life but a mass of displeasures?
I must take drastic measures
To ensure I don¡¦t suffer this pain
From suicide I will not refrain
It is pretty simple really
I hate life dearly
Faith I am am out of nearly
I am no longer scared to bleed
This is the only way to really succeed
To leave this life of pain and sordidness
Suicide is real success
Learning to under react
Bec,
To me you mean everything in the universe
You look after me so well and thoughtfully, you are my nurse
You are the most special person I have ever known
For so long, you have been my coping stone
You radiate beauty is everyway
You wake up gorgeous everyday
You will never realise just how much you mean to me
And anyone who knows how much I talk about you would agree
You are my life, my beauty, my special person
And without you my life could only worsen.
Bec, I thank you from the bottom of my heart
That will be here at the end, the middle and the start
I don¡¦t know what I would have done without you
No doubt my life would have been very blue
With you my future seems brighter
You are the real strong one in this relationship,
The real fighter.
Thank you for everything,
Paul ļ
Life
One thing I have found in my short time on this earth
Is there is rarely anything of great worth
It becomes clearer as each drooling day passes by
Most people live in a dream and live a lie
Does anyone really live at all or is it just a hallucination?
Are we not really here?
Between our minds and bodies is merely an amputation
The rain continues to fall that nothing will ever be clear
I feel this life I don¡¦t want to be included
And by thinking happiness I am just deluded
It is hard to function, I concentrate on my breath
But I continue to have greater visions of death
I am nauseated by my feelings and thought
Happiness cannot be taught
What do I envision for Paul Dale?
Somebody to find my disembodied torso blue and pale
With my head close by
And people asking why
Wondering how someone could tear their own head off
They will then lay on me a white cloth
I will be finally laid to get some much needed sleep
Only around 6 feet deep
But I will now be in a higher place
Where I can feel feelings of happiness and grace
People will cry but wounds heal over time
And people will be happy I am out of this world of slime
The stench of my body decomposing
The walls are no longer closing
We have found the ultimate happiness
What is life but a mass of displeasures?
I must take drastic measures
To ensure I don¡¦t suffer this pain
From suicide I will not refrain
It is pretty simple really
I hate life dearly
Faith I am am out of nearly
I am no longer scared to bleed
This is the only way to really succeed
To leave this life of pain and sordidness
Suicide is real success
Learning to under react