With Death We Do Not WantA Poem by MelodyAnother fresh write! Please read and tell me what you think!Children running towards such greatness, Adults slowly backing away to much darkness. As we began to breathe we thought such light was beautiful; as we start to age we do nothing but think of it as evil. Can we make up our indecisive minds about what is wrong and what is right; about what is dark and what is light; what is good and the bad? As our bones grow up strong, science proves that they are meant to die weak. Because even if we die by a hit and run or a crashing bike, then our bones are meant to break; we will fight for our lives on the edge of a death we do not want. If it's life we do not wish for, and we are on the brink of giving up, then life we shan't have and we will die like a present under the family's outrageous Christmas tree, a present too large for Santa to fit under its leaves. Because on the edge of the unseen cliff, we know that we won't go down without a fight, but we understand and don't understand the meaning of "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me."
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3 Reviews Added on April 13, 2013 Last Updated on April 13, 2013 AuthorMelodyTXAboutMy name is Melanie. Not the best name. Not the worst. I am a person. Not the best. Not the worst. I am Melanie. more..Writing
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