i hear that they killed me.

i hear that they killed me.

A Poem by deadlife
"

.awareness.

"

once again

i hear them saying that they killed me.
and once agian...

i am going to believe it.

© 2008 deadlife


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Few tiny little words with a thunderous impact into the depth's of human psyche.

Oh yes others opinion and/or words can mean death or glory to our future, at least in our own psychical stability!

Your poem is very thought provoking and inspiring. Absolutely great! Thanks for it!

A favorite!



Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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A succinct write about how powerful others words truly are - sometimes more powerful than a physical blow. Thank you - quite thought provoking.
Light,
Siddartha


Posted 16 Years Ago


I Love this! So profound, yet to the point. Great job...

Posted 16 Years Ago


wow very strong and with very little words. its amazing how so much can be said with just few words. great piece. keep up the swell writing!

Posted 16 Years Ago


Oh, this is cool....abstract enough that my imagination comes up with something new each time I read it.
So much said in so few words.....great write!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

how strong words can be. the words just send thier roots on my mind and grow there. such a dazzling poem.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Please don't they can convince you by repeating and turn you into a zombie

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Few tiny little words with a thunderous impact into the depth's of human psyche.

Oh yes others opinion and/or words can mean death or glory to our future, at least in our own psychical stability!

Your poem is very thought provoking and inspiring. Absolutely great! Thanks for it!

A favorite!



Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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deadlife

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I was born. I live. I'll die. I know nothing. Where I came from? Where will I go? I'm ignorant of my existance. I'm uncertain of myself. No beliefs. No religion. No god. Know Go.. more..

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