I stand on the beach sand looking at the brightening sun. People look at me like I’m an ugly beast. It seem like everyday they stared at me all frightened. They see my eyes all red, Sometimes they wish I was dead. Why are they scared of me? They circle around in front of me, as I stared at the sky. They see my tears as I start to cry. In their thoughts they are calling me ugly. I give them their wish for me to die, I pull out my gun and shoot my head while I cry.
Spooky that and glad of your Authors note... the sentiment there was intense and I felt the weight of its heavy preponderances. The view at the outside as the inside melt. I've been there a few times, an because of abuse. I suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Complex and for the last four years, after I sought help. Have been on Lithium... no shame, in the end of depression!
It has made the world of difference and most especially on my writing. Some of the best writers and Poets on the planet, were Manic Depressive. The color of gray. People can relate to pain, even those that seem like in your poem, wishing death upon you. That is a view from the dark interior of double bla bla bla. S**t that self tells you and it isn't really you, dig deeper and find the other voice inside that prison... a little boy. That wants to back to collecting bugs and climbing trees. A lot of the time the self deprecation, is other voices of those that have harmed you... hope this makes sense man?
I think every one, even horror writers. Need a ray of sunlight and a balance. If the work be total fucked. I only brings on the fucked, if your getting the real meaning there... suicide.
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Romon in Review 0528/10. 6:23am
Quesnel BC CANADA, Heart & Soul, Peace
whoa this seems so different from all your other works. the descriptions are moving and It makes me remember how I feel when I'm down. Great Job and i hope you get out of your fog of depression and be happy :)
Wow. It really makes me sad and depressed. I didn't know what to expect when reading this poem. The title could mean anything. But I was shocked at the emotion at brought out from inside me. I fell as amazed as when I first became HorrorMaster's Fan. The poem doesn't pull any punches- but, instead, hits hard, fast. The music also added to the effect, just pulling me in more. It feels as if you poured so much feeling and heart into this small poem. I'm speechless as there is too much to say. I hope you feel happier. But I also hope these emotions of mine stay with every single one of these books I read. And I have a feeling they will.
Hello i'm Ira and i'm pretty much a horror writer. I have bad grammar and spelling or typos errors, but I tried my best, so please enjoy them. Also I don't like harsh grammar nazi saying (oh yo.. more..