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Title: Not sure wher to put this. Suicide Poems
Post by: LordKAT on August 08, 2009, 05:03:37 PM
Post by: LordKAT on August 08, 2009, 05:03:37 PM
sometimes poetry is the only thing keeping from going off the deep end.
The following got me through high school and much of post high school life. Do any of you have inspiring poems to help keep you on the living if not sane level?
Resume
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
-- Dorothy Parker
Post Merge: August 08, 2009, 05:20:59 PM
Ok So I am just feeling like curling up and fading away. Not allowed to feel anyway. Maybe suicide by war will do. I can't, too old to enlist. Next plan.
Five Ways to Kill a Man
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man.
You can make him carry a plank of wood
To the top of a hill and nail him to it.
To do this
Properly you require a crowd of people
Wearing sandals, a cock that crows, a cloak
To dissect, a sponge, some vinegar and one
Man to hammer the nails home.
Or you can take a length of steel,
Shaped and chased in a traditional way,
And attempt to pierce the metal cage he wears.
But for this you need white horses,
English trees, men with bows and arrows,
At least two flags, a prince and a
Castle to hold your banquet in.
Dispensing with nobility, you may, if the wind
Allows, blow gas at him. But then you need
A mile of mud sliced through with ditches,
Not to mention black boots, bomb craters,
More mud, a plague of rats, a dozen songs
And some round hats made of steel.
In an age of aeroplanes, you may fly
Miles above your victim and dispose of him by
Pressing one small switch. All you then
Require is an ocean to separate you, two
Systems of government, a nation's scientists,
Several factories, a psychopath and
Land that no one needs for several years.
These are, as I began, cumbersome ways
To kill a man. Simpler, direct, and much more neat
Is to see that he lives somewhere in the middle
Of the twentieth century, and leave him there.
-- Edwin Brock
I got to agree with this guy, not quite same topic but death anyway.
Post Merge: August 13, 2009, 01:55:21 AM
for what it is worth. I am really scared. I have a endo appointment and she plans an an intensive check-up and won't even let my doc I have do any lab work before the appointment as my therapist suggested. I have name change, RLE for almost a year and have kept my job through all of it and a furry face but ,...what if she don't believe me or what if she won't let me go on T or Idk, ..I'm just scared.
I was never allowed to be happy before why would that change now.
The following got me through high school and much of post high school life. Do any of you have inspiring poems to help keep you on the living if not sane level?
Resume
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
-- Dorothy Parker
Post Merge: August 08, 2009, 05:20:59 PM
Ok So I am just feeling like curling up and fading away. Not allowed to feel anyway. Maybe suicide by war will do. I can't, too old to enlist. Next plan.
Five Ways to Kill a Man
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man.
You can make him carry a plank of wood
To the top of a hill and nail him to it.
To do this
Properly you require a crowd of people
Wearing sandals, a cock that crows, a cloak
To dissect, a sponge, some vinegar and one
Man to hammer the nails home.
Or you can take a length of steel,
Shaped and chased in a traditional way,
And attempt to pierce the metal cage he wears.
But for this you need white horses,
English trees, men with bows and arrows,
At least two flags, a prince and a
Castle to hold your banquet in.
Dispensing with nobility, you may, if the wind
Allows, blow gas at him. But then you need
A mile of mud sliced through with ditches,
Not to mention black boots, bomb craters,
More mud, a plague of rats, a dozen songs
And some round hats made of steel.
In an age of aeroplanes, you may fly
Miles above your victim and dispose of him by
Pressing one small switch. All you then
Require is an ocean to separate you, two
Systems of government, a nation's scientists,
Several factories, a psychopath and
Land that no one needs for several years.
These are, as I began, cumbersome ways
To kill a man. Simpler, direct, and much more neat
Is to see that he lives somewhere in the middle
Of the twentieth century, and leave him there.
-- Edwin Brock
I got to agree with this guy, not quite same topic but death anyway.
Post Merge: August 13, 2009, 01:55:21 AM
for what it is worth. I am really scared. I have a endo appointment and she plans an an intensive check-up and won't even let my doc I have do any lab work before the appointment as my therapist suggested. I have name change, RLE for almost a year and have kept my job through all of it and a furry face but ,...what if she don't believe me or what if she won't let me go on T or Idk, ..I'm just scared.
I was never allowed to be happy before why would that change now.