dieing to live or living to die?

dieing to live or living to die?

A Poem by Spoken
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I’m pretty sure there’s better than this
But i’m sure I have no will to live
So I lift a bottle like liquid love
Injectable happiness in my blood
warm wetness over my body
a promise of cleansing
things I can never wipe clean
Pseudo hope like hot coals melting snow
I'm going down in a blaze of Mary Janes
I’m pretty sure I don’t want to die this way
But I’m sure I know no other way
To continue living until I can find
A reason to smile again
 
I’m dieing to live
Or am I living to die?

© 2011 Spoken


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GREAT QUESTION!!! Lifetime struggle that most of us deal with. I loved the premise and your visuals are even better! Good write.......

"So I lift a bottle like liquid love
Injectable happiness in my blood
warm wetness over my body
a promise of cleansing
things I can never wipe clean"

Your mind is extremely interesting!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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GREAT QUESTION!!! Lifetime struggle that most of us deal with. I loved the premise and your visuals are even better! Good write.......

"So I lift a bottle like liquid love
Injectable happiness in my blood
warm wetness over my body
a promise of cleansing
things I can never wipe clean"

Your mind is extremely interesting!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love the title of this piece and especially as the ending. Internal battles can take you on the edge. A very absorbing poem. Written with a strong voice and realization. Great write!!!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I cannot say that I have been through what you describe. But I can say after reading through this, that I have a greater understanding for your narrator's dilemma. How perfectly you convey the essence of the conundrum to your readers here when you say:

So I lift a bottle like liquid love
Injectable happiness in my blood
warm wetness over my body
a promise of cleansing
things I can never wipe clean

... I can almost feel the futility and it makes me hurt for the narrator.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

shall we live unto death only to repeat our breath?

deja vue, not me but you?

great poem my friend. loved it.


love ya!

l8r g8r
-DeAn

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is great ! I know all to well the struggles that are expressed in this poem , as do many others im sure. Life's paradox is actually clear but never painless. In order to live a better life our old ways must die. The self distructive behavior kills slowly from within that which is truly beautiful. We must first let go and trust that we can fly. GREAT!

Mr.Lopez

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh my Spoken you have a very interesting question... sometimes when we are on the edge we can question our existence and get lost in drugs hoping it will decide your fate... intense and well verse as usual.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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