Are the dead really dead?

Lie in your bed tonight,
close your heavy eyes,
burdened by the day.

think about your life
before into your purple dreams,
your mind drifts away..

what if you're not alive?
what if that from the start,
you were lying in a grave..

within the empty ground,
mistaken for a dead,
lying wide awake..

would it freak you out,
to hear their sad sobs?
to hear them for you pray?

is it hard for you to lie,
buried in that hall,
and for your end to wait?

think about who died,
the ones you loved the most,
what if they feel the same?

what if it's all a lie,
that you only stay alone,
until forever ends?

slowly open your eyes,
try to cherish your life,
for you are not dead yet..

Author's Note

i thought about this yesterday, and it freaked the hell out of me
i mean seriously what if death is only a continual observation of other people's life?
do i sound creepy?? :S

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

@de-mruf: Why use a quote from Wikipedia? It's the very definition of plagiarism for ANY site and to use it in a comment for a most beautiful poet this site has..... I have words for that, that I don't wish to use!!

This poem is fascinating on many levels, assumed and gorgeous!! To take a step back and wonder the creation that is the "birth of what we believe" and apply that to what we can hold physically, must boggle the mind on a consistent basis and rarely isi it ever written so beautifully with the respect and adoration of such care to words that you show in this very poem. Just beautiful.... I'm coming off of another one of your poems, so I'm with a most lofty mood to approach this one!! lol You brought up so many fascinating ares of dreams, wonders that Science tries to prove and disprove, and what if this regeneration that we feel in being connected all at once and to everyone is, in fact, energy passed from one to another through the course of our world's history on Earth?!!!! Beautiful poem. Wonderful length, word usage, strength in pushing such a topic so easily, and gorgeous poetess!! Great job.... I Love You, Aurora.... I miss your poems... even when they are sometimes read on a daily basis!! lol


xoxoxo -Your Mark

[Salar Majak]

MARK!!!!!! YOU'RE HERE!!
i love you for the words you said, they really comfort me and make be blush like a tomato, my poems are read by a daily basis by you, that is honoring, but it's a shame i can't enjoy your poems, because they are not there anymore, even that beautiful rose poem that you left, isn't there anymore,
thank you dear Mark for these beautiful words of yours, that always fascinate me
love you dear friend
xoxoxo- Aurora

[Ravyne Hawke]

This is a wonderful write! The questions you have put forth here are questions that I have pondered before. It's nice to know that I am not the only one. Excellent job.. keep pondering!

[Salar Majak]

thank you! I'm glad it passed your mind like it passed mine!
i'm glad you liked the poem :)

[roy k austin]

until forever ends young lady? poetry has licence but it must make literal sense as it makes it's way along the ground,rooted in earth to transcend the earth? not vice-versa i think? "Our lot crawls between dry ribs to keep our metaphysics warm". eh? am glad you are safe in Anatolia,the land of the Hittites! warmest wishes Roy..

[Salar Majak]

thank you Roy, i really appreciate it :)
safe i am, heart is not,
our lot does crawls between dry ribs. i love this figure of speech
thanks :)

[roy k austin]

You are most welcome sweet girl,your I (not me) is as indestructable as life itself.What you really ARE is what you were before you were born and will be post demise.keep safe..royxxx

[Siren]

well, this is a haunting write. but, i think it should spark us into making the most of things. we should love more fiercely, and hate only that which truly merits it. this is a great write. something to consider, and really, something to change the way we live. wonderful, dear!

[Salar Majak]

EXACTLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
thanks

[Siren]

you're welcome :]

[Riley Bray]

Huh, I've never thought of it that way. That's a really cool and unique perspective and I loved the way you versed it all! It would seem that you put a whole lot of effort into making this poem and I could even imagine myself in a coffin pondering all of this. I think my favorite piece of your poem was:

what if you're not alive?
what if that from the start,
you were lying in a grave..

This is the first poem of yours I've read and I was not unimpressed!

[Salar Majak]

thank you!! i'm really glad you liked it :)

[de_maruf]

Aspects of institutions

Although individual, formal organizations, commonly identified as "institutions," may be deliberately and intentionally created by people, the development and functioning of institutions in society in general may be regarded as an instance of emergence; that is, institutions arise, develop and function in a pattern of social self-organization, which goes beyond the conscious intentions of the individual humans involved.
As mechanisms of social interaction, institutions are manifest in both formal organizations, such as the U.S. Congress, or the Roman Catholic Church, and, also, in informal social order and organization, reflecting human psychology, culture, habits and customs, and encompassing subjective experience of meaningful enactments. Most important institutions, considered abstractly, have both objective and subjective aspects: examples include money and marriage. The institution of money encompasses many formal organizations, including banks and government treasury departments and stock exchanges, which may be termed, "institutions," as well as subjective experiences, which guide people in their pursuit of personal well-being. Powerful institutions are able to imbue a paper currency with certain value, and to induce millions into cooperative production and trade in pursuit of economic ends abstractly denominated in that currency's units.[citation needed] The subjective experience of money is so pervasive and persuasive that economists talk of the "money illusion" and try to disabuse their students of it, in preparation for learning economic analysis.[citation needed]

[Inda]

Yep, some of us have to learn to stop and smell the roses; tomorrow is not a guarantee!
Great write!

[Salar Majak]

yup exactly

[AWickedMoon]

Great write! I loved the flow and the concept. Personally I believe that your soul goes to what every you want it to after, whether that means heaven, a second life rebirth as an animal or even staying to watch over those you love. I like to study people if I could poke and prod ever once and awhile I think I would be ok with the concept you have displayed here.
-Wicked

[Salar Majak]

:), it does sound fun to spend eternity learning from others, but what i meant was that you are stuck in your grave watching everyone go by while you were forgotten :) that's what's creepy about it
thanks a lot for reading, and your concept of going where ever you want after death looks fascinating!!

[InsanityWriter]

Perfectly understandable... What if we're dying right now and this is just our lives flashing before our eyes? O.0 Nice poem. ;)

[Salar Majak]

yes! you've given me a new theme!!!!! thank you!!!

[InsanityWriter]

XD You're welcome.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, this is like "premature burial"--a very scary thought...an eternity trapped lying their envisioning the life of others...i like the macabre...and this is straight out of "poe"!

[Salar Majak]

:) thanks for saying that, although i can't reach Poe even if i tried my whole life time XD

[jacob erin-cilberto]

still....reminded me though.