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RandomThoughts
Jul 23, 2007 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

What is love?

What is Love? Is it that foolish state of mind? Or maybe it is that line you cross when trying to feel real. She slit her wrist because she loved him so. Damn near bled to death. To prove she couldn’t live without him. She took that knife to her skin with no regret. Ready to die for what she believed true. Brainless she was. Blood stained water flowed over the bathtub. Lying there lifeless. Dried up tears of disbelief in her reality. Wrapped in a towel of forgiveness and love. Life would not let her fall. Into the bottomless pits of hell. Angels embraced her corpse. Demons fought for her hurt soul. Wars were waged that night. God sought out a new path for her. Was it all worth it? Was he worth all the pain? Scars remain on her pale skin. Reminders of what love is. Memories of that night linger in her mind. Sacrificing her life for love. He was her death. He was her knight. He was her everything. He never loved her as much as I do.
— RandomThoughts, Jul 23, 2007
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Quillsvein1

18 years 11 months ago

WOW

this is one hell of a prose poem, if you'd permit me classifying it as such. that ending, "he never loved her as much as i do", is a beautiful metaphysical contradiction involving the human. intense and unrelenting. god or not though, i'd have to say suicide is wrong even if we fall into some soft arms after consciousness is terminated. am i right? who knows. great job, at any rate!
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RandomThoughts

18 years 10 months ago

Yes!

Damn Straight suicide is wrong. I wanna slap ppl that think like that. But then again they hurt like you and me. I wrote this bout my big sis. When she tried to off her self. I do love her more than him.
weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years 11 months ago

Random, you know I truly love your work

but I will say again and again it will reach your reader more effectively if you put it in verse form. I truly understand, as a poet the reluctance to re-write something that comes straight from the heart and mind. See my work "I think they don’t like me" and the re-write. It was largely for you. I think you are a very talented and powerful poet, but beware the arrogance of isolation. cheers, Jess

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