speaking

ooook i know im stealing this from a book but its a noble thing to do to devote your life to speaking deaths which is what i will do here
feel free to comment or criticize

WRITTEN FOR SOMEONE ON WOTN WHOSE NAME I CANNOT SAY WITHOUT THERE CONCENT


evil?
was he evil
was he dissapointed
was he just wanting to die
he was a murderer
he was a lover
he was a good man at least once
evil? no one knows
evil? he didnt think so
evil? he knew he did wrong

was he wrong
was he right
was he insight of reason
he did commit murder
he died for his wrong
he payed the price he deserved
evil? most people would say
evil? most people would say
evil? its your call to say

wow. great poem.

yeah thats a good poem^^

thank you both of you i had someone to write it about and someone to write it for which made it a lot easier and worth alot more

thats how great poetry is made.great job

thank you again

this will be the second and third death i speak


i have not asked this person if i can reveal there name so as of now it is anonymus

unknown
you may be alive
you may be dead
you may be a killer with a level head
left the one you love the most
left the one who you would kill for
left the one that was all you had left
her, sitting alone
her, thinking of you
her, realizing purpose

you may be alive
you may be dead
you may be a killer with a level head
left behind wat was left of your soul
left behind your own blood pool
left your life behind
her, wandering alone
her, sitting and walking on stone
her, wandering free

oh wow that was amazing kita

thank you again cris

this is the 4th death i will speak
one of my last relatives
rebbecca

tired of being alone
tired of sitting alone
tired of being abused
of the life you left all you have left is yourself
of the life you have you have nothing
of the life you knew you have only 1 man
death comes at you
death you asked for
death you prayed for

tired of being stoned
tired of drinking it away
tired of killing yourself
of all the time you lived you mourn
of all the time you drank you slipped
of all the time you loved you died
death comes slow
death comes shadowy
death told you he was coming

this will be the 5th death i speak
for my aunt who died before i met her


you i didnt know
you standing in the window
you living your own life
passed me by one day
passed me up on the way
passed life by on the way to death
away you left life
away you went from me
away you went to belief and depression

you i knew once
you i saw once
you i hear once
passed me and i knew
passed me and i saw
passed me and i heard
away went your knowledge
away went your voice
away went everything you had

*sniff*thats a beautiful sad poem

if it can make you feel something it was worth writing

yeah of course this poem make me feel sadness.

i appreciate the praise

Damn, you seriously tell it how it is. Death is just like that, and believe me, I would know (Having four people die, three this year)

i speak it like it is

this will be the 6th death i speak


spoken for someone who has not approved there name to be used

a hero
a fighter
a martyr
hero? in his last moments
hero? as far as his family could see
hero? as far as his friends could see

a man of passion
a man of power
a man who saved another life
hero? was he to young
hero? was he out of his time
hero? should he have done what he did

unapproved name cannot display




a new soul
a new life
a new direction
new women
new life
new direction
soul has been saved
soul has been changed
soul has never been this enlightened

a day
a week
a year
new time
new view
new eyes
soul has been remade
soul has been recrafted
soul is free and happy

its really good.i love that poem

thank you
praise is always appreciated+

your welcome^^

thx again i really appreciate it

your welcome