burning bridges

burning bridges

A Poem by joshua deathdealer
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05/2012

"
How I revel in the darkness
that has consumed and is
destroying me. The sound
of dirt hitting my closed
casket is like unto a
long awaited concert.

Thud Thud Thud

When you live to die,
time is such a nasty thing.
Dragging by as the sun
burns lines in my skin.
Day after day after dreaded
day. I never wanted this life.

Take it back. Put it into 
someone who actually 
might give a damn. Someone 
who may take it and use it on
a better purpose for I have
burned all my bridges.

I have laid in waste for so
long that the buzzards 
circle overhead while I
bleed out steadily yet slowly. 
Understand that the brave die 
and walk the same.

© 2012 joshua deathdealer


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Sweetness= that totally rocked.I knew I would read a great thing from you. Anyways I loved the flow with this as everything came pouring out I could not stop reading. I really favored the ending "understand the brave die and walk the same." Everywhere we go we cross a bridge leading us to another but, eventually it feels all the bridges are gone and closed.Lleaving us alone with death shadowing us behind. Well done.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Sweetness= that totally rocked.I knew I would read a great thing from you. Anyways I loved the flow with this as everything came pouring out I could not stop reading. I really favored the ending "understand the brave die and walk the same." Everywhere we go we cross a bridge leading us to another but, eventually it feels all the bridges are gone and closed.Lleaving us alone with death shadowing us behind. Well done.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I keep telling myself that while I do, too, burn my own bridges (sometimes on accident or sometimes by fear), I can always build a new one... a better one. One with a solid foundation and can withstand it all... maybe have a soda vending machine or two if I get thirsty while on it. But it's always easier said than done. Some people have that hidden potential to get it done and others don't. It's life.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

When you live to die,
time is such a nasty thing.

People who have felt this anguish will feel the truth of these words with a great thud.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like this a lot, the feeling behind each word and line, creates so much in the poem. I had just watched a movie recently, and for some reason I thought of it when reading your poem here. The movie was called: In Time. Not sure if you have seen it or not, but there is a part where a man decides to give his time... I won't give it away if you haven't seen it, but anyways; your poem reminded me of the movie. Very nice poem and meaning. I really enjoyed it.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

very interesting. I like it.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I'm sure this poem reflects with truth to many who have been there and feel the same anguish in life. Good one though sad and dark.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very powerful and visual write, nicely done.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very powerful, as usual. Relatable to those who wish it didn't. You portray the point with the right images, no matter how gruesome of long-awaited they seem.
Poignant writing. And this is what writing is for!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

love the visuals

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

your poem of burning bridges is touchcing and calming to read..it makes me think back to when i when i felt this way..

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on May 7, 2012
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joshua deathdealer
joshua deathdealer

Casket City, FL



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"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..

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