burning bridges

burning bridges

A Poem by joshua deathdealer
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05/2012

"
How I revel in the darkness
that has consumed and is
destroying me. The sound
of dirt hitting my closed
casket is like unto a
long awaited concert.

Thud Thud Thud

When you live to die,
time is such a nasty thing.
Dragging by as the sun
burns lines in my skin.
Day after day after dreaded
day. I never wanted this life.

Take it back. Put it into 
someone who actually 
might give a damn. Someone 
who may take it and use it on
a better purpose for I have
burned all my bridges.

I have laid in waste for so
long that the buzzards 
circle overhead while I
bleed out steadily yet slowly. 
Understand that the brave die 
and walk the same.

© 2012 joshua deathdealer


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Sweetness= that totally rocked.I knew I would read a great thing from you. Anyways I loved the flow with this as everything came pouring out I could not stop reading. I really favored the ending "understand the brave die and walk the same." Everywhere we go we cross a bridge leading us to another but, eventually it feels all the bridges are gone and closed.Lleaving us alone with death shadowing us behind. Well done.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Sweetness= that totally rocked.I knew I would read a great thing from you. Anyways I loved the flow with this as everything came pouring out I could not stop reading. I really favored the ending "understand the brave die and walk the same." Everywhere we go we cross a bridge leading us to another but, eventually it feels all the bridges are gone and closed.Lleaving us alone with death shadowing us behind. Well done.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I keep telling myself that while I do, too, burn my own bridges (sometimes on accident or sometimes by fear), I can always build a new one... a better one. One with a solid foundation and can withstand it all... maybe have a soda vending machine or two if I get thirsty while on it. But it's always easier said than done. Some people have that hidden potential to get it done and others don't. It's life.

Posted 7 Years Ago


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When you live to die,
time is such a nasty thing.

People who have felt this anguish will feel the truth of these words with a great thud.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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I like this a lot, the feeling behind each word and line, creates so much in the poem. I had just watched a movie recently, and for some reason I thought of it when reading your poem here. The movie was called: In Time. Not sure if you have seen it or not, but there is a part where a man decides to give his time... I won't give it away if you haven't seen it, but anyways; your poem reminded me of the movie. Very nice poem and meaning. I really enjoyed it.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

very interesting. I like it.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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I'm sure this poem reflects with truth to many who have been there and feel the same anguish in life. Good one though sad and dark.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very powerful and visual write, nicely done.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very powerful, as usual. Relatable to those who wish it didn't. You portray the point with the right images, no matter how gruesome of long-awaited they seem.
Poignant writing. And this is what writing is for!

Posted 9 Years Ago


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love the visuals

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

your poem of burning bridges is touchcing and calming to read..it makes me think back to when i when i felt this way..

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Casket City, FL



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