Heath Ledger

 

 

 

What better way is there to die than with a belly full of pills?

They numb, and from the moment they're conceived,

they shift the focus from the end and remind us of the journey.

They walk us down the aisle,

and like a photo journal of Glory Road,

they represent all the things in life that are sweet and bright and vivid.

Sure, they hurt. But it's not without love.

Truth be told, we always hurt the ones we love -

we tear the threads from the fabric of life

and leave tiny pieces of human dignity to blow like ashes in the wind.

Without their vibrancy, there'd be nothing:

Nothing but a cold piece of steel

standing drab alongside an outsider's perspective on the depth of human sadness.

The truth remains stamped like newsprint across the foreheads of brotherhood and,

though none shine brighter than the melancholy blues of a half-eaten bottle of Oxycodone,

green eyes glisten with pain as eulogies settle like dew upon the earth.

Sapphire skies weap softly upon onlookers,

none of whom will ever witness the blurred timelessness of the world

as its flame is snuffed and swallowed by the blackness of death.

Reviews

[Erik Bergstrom]

Hey Chas, been a while. I can see you've not only 'not lost your touch' but you've developed it into something I honestly am upset that I've missed watching the progress of. For the most part I forgot about the subject of this piece (which I'm guessing wasn't really your subject to begin with) and totally got lost in what was conveyed. As I am more from the vein of speaking out loud when I read, technically your style is impeccable. Each line is smooth and reads as if you painstakingly measured out each detail. The only line that stood out like a sore thumb (excuse my cliches, they'll probably be rampant for my first few reviews) is:

Nothing but a cold piece of steel standing drab alongside an outsider's perspective on the depth of human sadness.

It's a good line, and really adds to the piece, but it just reads too long, especially noticeable when it flows into a new line. As I am not a poet, that's all I can say (I can see the frustrated wrinkles in your forehead) but I know you will find a way to trim it up so that it flows with the rest of the piece. You did it with the other 17 odd lines.

I'm horrible at picking out parts as I tend to see pieces as a whole, so forgive me for not going into detail about each line. Plus I'm as rusty as my grandpa's Radio Flyer. But I'm anxious to go back into your library, as well as for any new pieces you've got hidden in those piles on your desk ;)

[Nicole Hellene]

Heath Ledger was freaking amazing, firstly, what better way to go out than at the height of his career staring in the biggest movie ever made, there will never be another Joker. As for the subject of this poem, you devillified drug use, wow, that's like humanizing a school-shooter or something, took skill and you did it and some will say you shouldn't have, this poem took me someplace I did and did not want to be at the same time. Kudos for pulling it off.

As for your "What WC used to be" pics...OMG YOU ARE SO FREAKING RIGHT! How often do you get bashed for saying it like it is? Remember how awesome this place used to be? What happened?

[Bexers]

Fantastic read, it was a bit less remorseful than I would of expected, but it was a great read none-the-less.

[Melaniespace]

Definately badass. Leaves me with rather cheap verbatim. ha. great read. great write.

[Legion]

You write as if you have experienced said message. A great write. Well done.