Untitled for now

Untitled for now

A Poem by Perdition

 

So this is how it ends 

or maybe how it all begins

one last empty shell denying the hollow praise

one last hunt of sunrise á la carte

 

morning's red letter above the sheets

raining through the glass

 

but I stop myself ,

knowing suicide as the eminent gate

A door to all that’s well

telling me again how living is spent by fools

 

I know my soul must disagree

s****y though it sounds

and better by the jaw to stay until tomorrow

as we are both a dying pair


better to fair out the imagination and

indulge my way back home

your skin inside the prophesy 

© 2018 Perdition


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292 views and only 4 chairs...This must be an AP class:P

Posted 5 Years Ago


Perdition

5 Years Ago

haha...standing room only huh. I better grow that beard and start speaking in Gaelic inaudible overt.. read more
So I am going against the grain here...well, cause that is what I do so many times, but I'm taking this personal and it's not so about suicide in respect but killing yourself in the aptitudes you have for the wanting. Wanting is not always needed in my philosophy but who I am to say I don't want it. I'm the empty shell,,,you are the empty shell ...scattered along in different places...both living and both dying...how cataclysmic things could be universalized, though still the choice to do it alone..washing our way back home..to the beginning of the end or the end of the beginning....indulging in the death would be easy...but when was easy ever an option...

Posted 5 Years Ago


Perdition

5 Years Ago

Ya know suicide is not always meant as the literal death of the body...sometimes killing off what is.. read more
Gypsy Warrior Queen

5 Years Ago

I have started it is interesting to say the least....but man i wanna know what he looks like under a.. read more
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Wait...didnt this thing have a title? Omg Jo are you the scarlet letter...poison of the un poison...carrier of the illusion that things done are undone...the last great sin eater son???? Oh, no wait...where was I going...your just Joe...the bath salt soaker wine drinking lover of poetry and driving people mad with the edits to these perfectly great pieces!

Posted 5 Years Ago


Gypsy Warrior Queen

5 Years Ago

Just change it to WIP ITU and Ive known you for a million unchanging years. you know I can't eat cra.. read more
Perdition

5 Years Ago

Nope..Ewwwwwwwww. I in troubles!!..lol. Just let it settle and I'm working on another one so when th.. read more
Gypsy Warrior Queen

5 Years Ago

the sin eater son...you weren't listening:)
You see here I am again and I like it better now..a lil less poetry, a lil more Prophesy...

Posted 5 Years Ago


Perdition

5 Years Ago

"know very well
Gypsy Warrior Queen

5 Years Ago

you can buy them on Amazon now...ya know if you need a new pair...
Perdition

5 Years Ago

Nah...I seem to write a whole lot better without them..but thanks for the tip. Just have to figure o.. read more
I love this however I seem to find my self saying this a lot but I'm going to say it with no disrespect, I found sometimes you might not need all the words example when you speak of suicide, get rid of the maybe and it stills reads as though the reader is contemplating but adds that edgesness and a sense of wanting to know more an intensity. Sorry not be critical at all just. I hope this is ok today say.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Perdition

5 Years Ago

Of course..most perfectly okay. Sorta why we are all here right? I'll give it another reading and de.. read more
Suicide is never an option. I wouldn't even call it an easy exit. It is dastardly squandering of a gift of life. Good times are transient. So are bad times. What endures is human spirit, no matter how abysmal may the situation be.

Your choice of words is artistic. A beautiful flow and the dialogism between surface currents and deeper ripples between your words is evident. An emotionally written piece, Tahsin.

Cheers,
M.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Perdition

5 Years Ago

Whole heartedly agree with you but suicides keep on still and the psychology as well as that "easy o.. read more
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Untitled is a title itself....as "untitleds" are alive so "titleds" could survive...
"I know my soul must disagree" well, hardly it agrees ;)
I've always wondered what pressure level it needs to finalise to suicide! I guess more that this dainty mind can feel....

Posted 5 Years Ago


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5 Years Ago

That's me silly, couldn't grasp that "Untitled for now" is actually the title! :D Anne then made a g.. read more
Perdition

5 Years Ago

Oh come on Tahsin..You are the one that pointed out that it IS a title so you not only grasped it .... read more
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5 Years Ago

😁😁😁...Alrighty....Great me! **smiles**
under lily pad and grass..

Posted 5 Years Ago


Perdition

5 Years Ago

Turn a shade of frog?
Gypsy Warrior Queen

5 Years Ago

nope just swimming along in my duck float revealing in the snarls of pond...
I shall return again and again...maybe..or maybe not...but more than likely so...

Posted 5 Years Ago


Perdition

5 Years Ago

As you please..if I'm not here I'll be cast into sorts.
Gypsy Warrior Queen

5 Years Ago

I'm always here and been everything but cast..
Perdition

5 Years Ago

lol...this much is true...

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