Another Lie

"Sometimes the craziest poems contain the deepest and darkest meanings—or simply no meaning at all. To decide is only within the reader's power; not the poet's."

I found myself a bucket

but it did not have any water

so I left it there to rot away

and said, ‘f**k it.’

I found myself a kite,

but there was no wind,

so I jumped off a cliff

in order to make it fly

I wrote myself a note,

but I did not have a pen

so I wrote in red,

and then found a rope

I tied it around my neck,

but it was all too late…

by the time I dropped down,

my soul was on another trek

I flew, with my kite behind,

and a pen in my hand,

while my bucket was full

and realized...

my life was just,

another lie...

Reviews

[~]

There is not much difference in the mind of the writer between reality or fiction sometimes. The only thing we should remember is that WE write the script.
:D

[wordman]

damn this touched me so hard I slit my wrists

[ANTO]

'I tied it around my neck,
but it was all too late…
by the time I dropped down,
my soul was on another trek" - the face of Ian Curtis of Joy Division jumped out at me when I got to the end of this stanza. I think his soul was already well on its well to another adventure while his fans were left grieving for the loss of a true poet and songwriting genius (death by suicide 18 May 1980).

Thank you for the RR, Brian.
:)

[micky]

Gosh...this is dark even for me...i hope you dont actually feel like this...
I love the poem,powerful...painful and yet still amazing...
Well done