Singer Joy

Purple... Purple;
Such a beautiful
Color-
You wore it with clever
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It is a huge blockade.
You tell of the massive challenges it presents.
You launch stringent complaints
Of major frustrations.
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*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.
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In this empty lot
Where children smile
And linger,
Empty, icy hands
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I

Confusion of what things might come after
Her smile went dim and loving arms grew cold
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It is hard to tell where
This ends, and I begin.

When I see those
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Beneath the barren staircase stood
A box of metal, plain.
The curious reader questions 'Would
But what, this box, contain? '
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I am like a glass bottle-
Full to the brim with
Nothingness.
I am a brittle model
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What they must think...

What I should think...
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A flower
Died,
Yesterday.
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Lips slightly parted,
And inches away.
Eyes open, and so
Wet
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At peace with itself
Is the Lotus.

Inside the both of us,
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In a fire of skies
And a watery menagerie
Of impatience…
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It was gut-wrenching
(and God- how the cold made it worse) .
It tingled up my spine
(and returned and returned like a curse) .
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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
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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.
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Lose me inside
A hi-hat or ride,
Barely legible lyrics,
An insistent melody,
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