burning bridges

burning bridges

A Poem by joshua deathdealer
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05/2012

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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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The last two lines stood out. A powerful ending, good enough to be a proverb, remembered and spoken again and again. Well penned.

Posted 9 Years Ago


You're poems are always so crafted and beautiful! Every bit of them speaks to me, in this one one particular stanza jumped out...

'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."

This was defiantly something i related to, more so in the way that this is not what i want to feel, that I alone want to be responsible for burning my own bridges. You created such a strong emotion with what was really quite simple. Wonderful :)

raya

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Your poetry is very interesting. Like the words from Robert Browning Hamilton.
I walked a mile with Pleasure,
She chattered all the way.
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.

I walked a mile with Sorrow
And ne’er a word said she,
But oh, the things I learned from her
When Sorrow walked with me.

Wonderfully written

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I drank the dirt and tasted your soul

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Death is a part of life and there are those of us who waste our time and forget the joys in life. This is a really powerful poem and well written. Good job

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Living just to die is a sad way to live. My hope is that all lost souls who feel this way will live long enough to find that moment that turns things around, shines light upon them, and envelops them with hope, and love.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Very nice poem, when you live to die that is truely a miserable because it can take a very long time to die. However, even though sometimes its so freaking hard (believe me I know very well) life is a gift.



Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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joshua deathdealer

Casket City, FL



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"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..

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