Dead Poetic Poems
|2.||This Thought Is Known||5/31/2011|
|4.||Count My Minutes||6/15/2011|
|6.||Now I See Why||7/21/2011|
|9.||To Be My Own Inception||6/9/2011|
|11.||Please Dont Lie||6/14/2011|
|14.||A New Life||7/21/2011|
Comments about Dead Poetic
Isolation is to be left out when you want to be in.
Isolation is feeling that sense of loneliness.
Isolation is feeling alone when ten thousand people surround you.
Isolation is hearing laughter in a room and silence when you walk in.
Isolation is staying away from people, afraid they won’t talk back.
Isolation is sad.
Isolation is small.
Isolation is hard to describe unless you are the person feeling it.
Isolation is quiet.
Isolation is blood pounding in your ears.
Isolation is counting how many times you get let down and eventually lose track.
Isolation is ...
What happens when you feel dead inside?
Do curl up in a ball and hide?
Do you simply let the tears fall,
Or never cry at all?
Do you make some scars,
Tear some papers apart.
Look down from a cliff,
Shoulders and neck all stiff.
Do you cry out their name?