a toast

a toast

A Poem by julia.
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sorry. i am new to this. and i put the poem in the wrong box.

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Let’s make a toast to the people.

Who have made my life hell.

Who have taken my memories.

Along with my confidence.

And thrown them down the endless well.

Let’s make a toast to the events.

Leading up to this one.

When the crimson liquid flows out of my veins.

And glass is covered once more.

When matter’s get worse by the second.

As my blood gathers by my lifeless body laying on the floor.

Let’s make a toast to the world around.

Making us all distort.

When we cried aloud for all to hear.

And no one even turned their head.

When we screamed of pain when we were punished.

And our body’s swollen and red.

Let’s make a toast to our newest friends.

And to the closest one’s we love.

To the people who supported us through tough times.

Then the people who joined our side.

To some who weren’t the best influence.

And others the very best.

But to most of all the one’s who chanted go on.

Make the final jump.

Let’s make a toast.

But not with glasses or cups or mugs.

Let’s make a toast.

With sharp metal objects.

That we all love.

© 2009 julia.


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Most wounds can heal with time and compassion..I see a great expression here and an outlet of emotion released from the soul in words. There is a deep presence here of hurt..unfortunately is so true of many people.....very sad but yet powerful message !


Posted 16 Years Ago


People often cut wounds to make a point and sometimes that point falls into the well of the dead minded. I feel the sorrow and anger in this piece. My suggestion is to expand more because you left me hanging. Nice write.

Posted 16 Years Ago


I liked it... it is so true to so many people!!!

Posted 16 Years Ago


Let's make a toast to the people. Who have made my life hell. Who have taken my memories. Along with my confidence. And thrown them down the endless well. Let's make a toast to the events. Leading up to this one. When the crimson liquid flows out...

I don't know if it is just my computer but the poem seems incomplete. For what is there though, I am very impressed. I especially love the "let's make a toast to the people..."

I wish I knew what was the motivation behind this poem but even without that knowledge I am awed by it's power. Truly stunning. Hope to read more from you.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Added on September 22, 2008
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julia.
julia.

rochester, MA



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my name is julia. my life is something you could call horror. i live in a town deep in the woods and sometimes im glad cuz i an just go in the woods and scream for hours and be lost in my own little w.. more..

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