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Death

 Death










  Death is somethingI know well.As I am stillLiving it. I know this.Because I am,Already dead. This room,Any room.Is just myCoffin. All I haveIs walls. Being dead.You do notNeed, a heart So why beGiven aHeart? Only to haveIt torn apartAgain andAgain?
— Electric Blue, Dec 24, 2008

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Electric Blue

Electric Blue

17 years 5 months ago

Death

Dark purple I was writing thru my tears with no hope left I need a reason to stay here on earth I am already dead Electric blue
O

orgami

17 years 5 months ago

knocked out of the soul

like the traffic victim struck from their shoes "this room, any room. is just my Coffin." what a terrific line It is my favourite this poem is like looking at a scene after the lightening has awoken it a flash image I can relate immensely Christmas is great for people Yet I feel them killing me with more depth every year I have everything and I have unresolved hanging on to not letting go I'm responsible everyone hates me psychoses I finished a painting we lit candles for the street It was fun opening a few gifts with my loves child ElectricBlue I understand greatly and look forward to your true poetry poems your freind and fellow sufferer Orgami
Electric Blue

Electric Blue

17 years 5 months ago

Death

Org Thank for your comments but right now all i am doing is puting my heart on paper. I should never had had a heart given as it is always torn apart. I may not write anything again. no will left electric blue
Robert Melliard

Robert Melliard

17 years 5 months ago

Hi Electric Blue

This poem is simple but highly effective. I'm sorry if you are feeling low at what is usually a happy time of year. Remember that things are likely to improve in the future if you can just hang on in. Best Wishes, Robert.
Electric Blue

Electric Blue

17 years 5 months ago

Death

Robert Well this day is the same as any other day in my room alone I always thought things may improve but they dont it is just the same there is no future electric blue
Robert Melliard

Robert Melliard

17 years 5 months ago

Future

You cannot know that there is no future because no one can predict the future. It might be good or bad but it's worth waiting just in order to find out whether it's good. Anyway, with the face, smile and bright blue hair that appear in your photograph, I can't understand why you're alone, and I can't believe that situation is going to last for long... Best Wishes, Robert.
weirdelf

weirdelf

17 years 5 months ago

I know that room well.

and well written, also very glad you have written, even in chat, I know your inner life can blow those walls away. Ah! I love the smell of poetic gunpowder, even when the fuse is temporarily dampened. cheers, Jess
Electric Blue

Electric Blue

17 years 5 months ago

Death

Weirdelf Thank you for your comments When you have no life there is nothing left. nothing to celebrate. This day is the same as any other day still in my coffin my four walls nothing exists anymore Electricblue
Robert Melliard

Robert Melliard

17 years 5 months ago

Hi again

Sorry to butt in but as long as you are alive you have a life. It may not be exactly the kind of life you would like, but it can be changed, little by little, into something much better. I too have been through harsh times (though I realise that each person has different problems) so I think I know how you feel. Best Wishes once more, Robert.
Electric Blue

Electric Blue

17 years 5 months ago

Death

Robert You say I am alive well I still have breath in my body so litterally i am alive As for life I have none Every day goes down The ferryman calls me so into the boat I go cross his palm with silver and down the river styx I go I disappear into the mist of the forgotten. Thrown away again Electricblue Neopoets is a lifeline,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Electric Blue

Electric Blue

17 years 5 months ago

Death

Robert Death has got to be better than living is this is living electric blue
Robert Melliard

Robert Melliard

17 years 5 months ago

Death

If your words reflect your real state of mind and not that of a persona I would ask you to consider that our lives are in constant flux and that what you call 'living' is only your present, not your future. If you have a terminal illness there is nothing you can do except learn to accept your fate and try to enjoy your last days, months, weeks or years as much as possible (or if you are religious, praying or a belief in an afterlife may help). If you are feeling depressed or even suicidal, on the other hand, there are other options. In Britain I believe you can phone the Samaritans, who are specialists in this kind of problem, or search for them on the internet - and there may be other support-groups of that kind. I failed to phone such groups when my brother had a deep depression and he took his life shortly after I left him, so I will always regret that mistake. If you find that contact with neopoet members is helpful, as you suggested in your last message, then keep writing to them as much as possible, especially to people who you already know and trust, and ask them to reply as soon as possible. There is nothing to be ashamed of about a depression. It's just another illness, like mumps or measles. The problem is that it sometimes lasts longer. You just have to hang on in until it goes. I had one for several years after the death of my brother, but now I seem to be back on my feet and enjoying life even more than before my illness. I guess I have managed to forgive myself... Best Wishes, Robert.
O

orgami

17 years 5 months ago

three seventeen

after my incidents when depression tore away whatever zest for life I had I chose to get carted to the hospitals away from railroad tracks eat the charcoal the I.V. rinse sit blank in the ward etc im here reading what you are writing all i can say is i hear what you are saying like a whisper hurting alone i too know rejection abandonment given up at birth the fights with others with self my muses who turned out to be human fickle faulted no more knowing what to do with themselves let alone me me alone its what I start with in the morning and everything builds from there bumping into people like atoms touching other atoms never knowing but always recieving reactions I wish I could somehow hug you beyond mere words I failed so many im thinking of you electric blue
Electric Blue

Electric Blue

17 years 5 months ago

Death

Org I really need a hug right now just to be held to show i do exist. Tears filling the oceans. I do not know where they are still coming from. hugs are so rare but they mean so very much i can tell you have been in this place too but from the other side. thanks electricblue
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 5 months ago

Maggie...

I was going to comment on how well your poem came off... but from reading the comments it is because it is a now truth for you... I am sorry... I wish I could say or do something to shake it off but all I can do is offer an ear or a shoulder... Your life is all you have to offer yourself or anyone else... if you need to talk you are welcome to pm me... Richard
Electric Blue

Electric Blue

17 years 5 months ago

Death

Thanks Richard I just need a hug that is true and really means something right now electric blue
Electric Blue

Electric Blue

17 years 5 months ago

Death

I really needed this hug thanks so much electricblue
Eduardo Cruz

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 5 months ago

Maggie,

this poem makes me feel sad, that you feel that way. I have been there in that coffin of nothingness, while life was just outside my walls. I had to reinvent myself and push away from those things that where sapping my life. The fact that you are here writing, is life outside of your coffin, and yes I can see your large marvelous heart in all your writing. So please continue putting your feelings onto paper, because this is how you are living beyond the walls of your coffin. Please read my poem: "Life" it is my experience with death. All my love and support to you Maggie Eddie
Electric Blue

Electric Blue

17 years 5 months ago

Death

Eddie Thank you so much for your kind words I will take a look at your poem Life. All I have is the pen in my hand. As the paper waits for my words, to fall upon it.
Electric Blue

Electric Blue

17 years 5 months ago

Death

Barbara Thank you for your comments but i do not know if you understand this was not meant to be a poem This is me the here and now My heart ripped to shreds again why do I let this happen I have weighed things up there is only two conclusions My heart be repaird if that is ever possible or Death As this has got to be better than living.
Robert Melliard

Robert Melliard

17 years 5 months ago

Sorry to butt in again

but if this is you and now I suggest you contact the Samaritans fast. They are experts in dealing with your kind of problem, and I believe their services are free. If my brother had contacted such people when he needed them, he might still be alive. Depression is only a transitory state. All you have to do is wait and it will go. And if it's someone letting you down that caused this pain, he probably isn't worth caring about quite so much anyway. Please hang on in. There are so many other fish in the sea, new good times to enjoy in your future and so on. Best wishes, Robert.
Barbara Writes

Barbara Writes

17 years 5 months ago

death

what was it meant to be? Respectfully Yours, Barbara
Electric Blue

Electric Blue

17 years 5 months ago

Death

Barbara At the moment death has gotta be better than living if what i am doing is living. Because living is not what it is cracked up to be. When you have no one no life no reason I this is clearer. Electric blue
Robert Melliard

Robert Melliard

17 years 5 months ago

A reason

You have at least one reason to live, which is to write poetry. You must enjoy doing that or you would never have started, because no one does it for money. Then there must be other people in your life apart from the person who seems to have let you down - like relatives, friends and so on - who you enjoy being with and who would be devastated by your death. My brother's death left a seven year wake of grief behind for his family. Have you tried phoning the Samaritans yet, or contacting them on the internet? Best Wishes, Robert.
Electric Blue

Electric Blue

17 years 5 months ago

Death

Robert My writing is my best and only friend. It is my councel. It never judges, it only accepts It has helped me through many things No I have no one to maurn my passing Because when you do not exist there is nothing. No I have not made that call. I know of them, worked with them so know. I do not know what still holds me here? But there is that something? But all I do is keep writing. I have buried seven people birth mother father brother A best friend Two husbands and a mother in law. Sorry Run out of people So I have no answers yet. Thanks for your concern. People react in many different ways I am the councellor to others so know the answeres to my questions. But I am not to proud to ask for help when needed But not come to that yet. I see a light at the end of the tunnel maybe My candle is still blowing in the wind. Electricblue I am sorry for your loss. You must have a very close family. I never had a family in as much as I was placed orphanage before I was two years old and brought up in a home with 30 other children. So no love or nurture there. Just survival. So when you have never known this. You do not know what you are missing. But I have now come to know this and that is why it hurts so much. Maybe it would of been better off not knowing? Who can tell?
Robert Melliard

Robert Melliard

17 years 5 months ago

Good to hear you sounding better

My family was actually quite tense, though we loved each other in our way. Like you, I have outlived my nearest relatives. First my grandmother died (aged ninety-something, so I guess she couldn't complain), then grandpa went before my eyes (I used to play cards with him a lot), then cancer took my father (who was a good, kind man), then my brother (who had strong emotions) took his life at only fifty-three, then my mother had dementia and died a few years on. But at least I had a wife and children to support me through most of those harsh times. It must be harder if you're alone, especially if you grew up in an orphanage... I'm glad you agree that poetry can be a help. On this blog you have some 'kindred spirits' (that's from Janice Pearce's acrostic about snow flakes) who you can correspond with well because they share your interest in writing. If you haven't got enough friends here, try participating in another blog as well, like poemhunter.com (I'm in that one too, though I think Neopoet is better). It's great to hear you saying there's light at the end of the tunnel. Best Wishes, Robert.
Electric Blue

Electric Blue

17 years 5 months ago

Death

Robert There maybe a light not sure it i get to see it yet. confused electricblue
Robert Melliard

Robert Melliard

17 years 5 months ago

Electricblue

The light of your future is up ahead there - all you have to do is keep on looking and at some point you'll see it. Best Wishes, Robert.
ID

Ink Dragon

17 years 5 months ago

Electricblue,

I am not exactly shocked by your poem and your statements here, because I have been there, too. But in a way I am shocked, if you get my meaning. I do not know you, except in passing, but I would be happy to lend you an ear if you feel like it. If I understood correctly, you have been rejected by a person who meant the world to you. I want you to know that there is a person somewhere for whom you will mean the world, and this person is waiting- maybe just around the corner, maybe tomorrow. From the other comments on this piece, I can tell that you have friends here to whom you are important... Cling to every shred of hope, no matter how tiny, ID
Sinbadthesailorman

Sinbadthesailorman

17 years 5 months ago

Faith Hopes and dreams Death walks thur everones door

Blue is what you truly are And electric a spark of life resides in you because you have shared your thoughts dead people have none I am going on my ninth year of death walking myself A horriable walk it is to. To think that we are allowed only one chance at true love that we must put ourselfs through a walk like this I would try ot tell you to get off this path as soon as you can and fight to stay electric and blue because black hearts are no good for anybody this poetry stuff release many things so take them with a little salt or a grain of sand for within and oyster there grows a pearl and though a oyster lies still and silent at the bottom of the seaand it's outside shell is hard to see but when pried open you truly can see the inside lined with beauty even when the pearl has been stolen but whith the grain of sand it all begins again have you read my poem called You Young People Hope a breathe of life comes your way and soon the walking dead path is very crowded and I need the extra room Donnie/Sinbad
J

Jinxed

17 years 4 months ago

wow! that was great! i

wow! that was great! i really wasn't expecting that kind of an ending. to be honest when i clicked to read the poem i was expecting to read a very sad piece, but to my surprise it was totally different. instead it left me with intrigue and wonder. great little piece.
Electric Blue

Electric Blue

17 years 4 months ago

Death

Jinxed It was not meant to be a poem Just my heart breaking, so lost, so hurt. Needing a reason to still breathe? I am here and now but i might as well not exist at all just left all alone in my room day after day with my tears filling the oceans longing for your return. My heart breaking so. This is just another coffin. Well so full of dispair, being tossed away feel so worthless longing to be loved to be hugged. so cruel to be given feelings which are not returned as was before, just wishing for death as it has to be better then living if this is living. I am not living. So back to another room which is just my coffin. Time ticking away so slowly endlessly so full of emptiness. Electricblue
J

Jinxed

17 years 4 months ago

oh, i do apologise. maybe i

oh, i do apologise. maybe i should've read other people's comments before i posted mine then i would've known what it was all about. i too have experienced similar circumstances in life and believe me when i tell you that at the time of the experience everything seems to be in slow motion...time moves very slowly and it's emotionally heartbreaking and you feel extreme weakness. but you need to stay strong, positive and believe in yourself and believe that you've hit one of rock bottom and the situation can only improve from here on. you seem like a strong person, gathering from your poetry and the fact that you have been able to write about your experience. that takes strength. that is also what i did as you have probably gathered from some of my poetry. nonetheless, you are showing strength and courage and i hope you continue to do so. i hope that things have been better since the events. but always remember to never think that no one cares or loves you, because someone soewhere is thinking about you and loves you. i'm talking from some experience, maybe not the same as yours, but believe when i tell you that things will get better, just stay positive and think positively. i wish you all the best and hope that things are looking up for you, take care.
S

Shadowteller

17 years 4 months ago

The poem

I can feel the somberness, the sadness from it, and the spacing says a lot too. So simple...yet so dark. I know what it's like to have your heart ripped apart with a dead feeling left behind. It's not pleasant. Very good poem, I like it.
Electric Blue

Electric Blue

17 years 4 months ago

Death

Hello my friend Well feeling or no feeling that is how it is written. Needing a reason to stay in the world. Feeling so worthless, no existant. The dagger deeper and deeper in my heart being twisted with every breath. It was not meant to be a poem but just how i am feeling. Untill all feeling leaves me in twilight zone of not being like astral projection on the outside looking in but unable to do or say anything. Darkness is my only friend it is my safe place where i let no one in. Electricblue