Purple... Purple;
Such a beautiful
Color-
You wore it with clever
...
In a fire of skies
And a watery menagerie
Of impatience…
...
*I feel that people may misinterpret this poem; This is not my own personal struggle, and does not represent the way I feel. This is merely a poetic parody of an actual suicide note. Most actual poems about suicide aggravate me, and I find them pathetic and stupid. I apologize if any of you felt the same way about this work.*
It's not often that I find myself at a loss
for words.
...
In this empty lot
Where children smile
And linger,
Empty, icy hands
...
I
Confusion of what things might come after
Her smile went dim and loving arms grew cold
...
It was gut-wrenching
(and God- how the cold made it worse) .
It tingled up my spine
(and returned and returned like a curse) .
...
Sweet… very sweet.
Sickly, in fact, is what one could call her.
Freakish and foolish and funny in every way.
(why would I say something like that? Why would
...
Your dough-hooks sound like a dying animal,
But mine are made of pure apricots.
Your contributions are considered trivial!
(and they’ll never understand how mine are just as minimal)
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Forget the inspiration that you once sold me on
Paper:
Meaningless as time to a clock, or rain to water
Vapor.
...
Lose me inside
A hi-hat or ride,
Barely legible lyrics,
An insistent melody,
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