Sometimes I write things just to get them out, a little something within me tells me that this needs to be released.
On the day that I die, I wonder if it will be in a blaze of glory, or will it be a needle in my arm. Course if it comes to them executing me, which is a legit possiblity, I would hope to have my choice and to be hanged. Why? It's a fetish. Has to do with the eyes, long story.
a classic concept, this is brilliantly done, i really enjoyed the reciprocating
effect of reason, really draws upon its own perspective and makes the reader ponder such notions in understanding the great scope of living and dying and grieving, written as only a poet can capture emotions,
with imagery and time, such poems make time stand still if only for a moment :) excellent job, keep it up
I'm an amateur writer, who enjoys to write a lot. I almost write anything that comes to my mind, or what I am asked to write. My genres range from fantasy fiction to journal blogs and poetry to haiku... more..