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Birth gives way and light to death,
death means you were once alive
Alive with people that craved for material things
Alive with people that only looked out for themselves

But it's only in the last moments of your life
The final breaths you take, that you will
remember those people,
and rather be with them
than lying on your deathbed.

When you're living is when you see those people as
they are...
people who you know aren't even going to attend
your funeral,
in reality, people who never cared
Caring wasn't in their system.
Honesty wasn't in their heart.
And right now, you know, that you aren't in their mind.

Even though they are in your thoughts, and your memories,
to them, you are merely a fraction of their
self- absorbed lives.
People who you knew for a few moments
Those who cannot save you from going back to dust.


...
i wrote it lol

2006-12-10 08:44:32 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous in Social Science Psychology

4 answers

wow, that was an awesome poem. you wrote that?? Very well written. Its true, you know about the friend thing you talked about in the poem. I give it a 10 on the 1 to 10 scale. Keep writing.

2006-12-10 08:48:53 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

Good for you! I understand completely what you are voicing in this poem. We are on the same page. Why don't you submit it to poetry.com? They will critique it and give you some advice. GL

2006-12-10 08:55:59 · answer #2 · answered by worldwise1 4 · 0 0

if you are wrote it, you are awesome! woohoo!
it's kind of like a ' you don't know what youv'e got til it's gone' kind of thing

2006-12-10 08:49:15 · answer #3 · answered by ipodlady231 7 · 0 0

a little angsty
to me

2006-12-10 09:08:25 · answer #4 · answered by chaz 2 · 0 0

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