suicide poems

[Senna Jawa]

 


                        MOTTO


                if my poem doesn't make you
                feel like suicide
                don't ask me how r u
                because i am not




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Feel free to add other suicide poems to this thread.

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        when falling off a cliff
        let's enjoy the zooming sand
        and hope for the merciful death
        to catch us softly before we end



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                        discord


                sitting next to the phone
                doing next to nothing
                tempted by the cord
                something of this sort



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    Slavonic dance



            too far from Baltic sea
            your red stream carries blue
            commit your suicide
            dream dream green land anew

            your blood plays in your ears
            a song of million birds
            a tune of million years
            for love for youth

            the Gypsy wagon left
            for the Carpatian trail
            commit your suicide
            to this Slavonic dance






Wlodzimierz Holsztynski
            1981/2
            1985   1985   and
            1994-10-24

 

[Blue Dolphin]

streets of sad


Stumble down the streets of sad
let torrents wash the tears
scream her name in agony
but silent
no one hears
turgid raindrops
rushing by, tears to rip apart
a million shards of crystal, stabbing, at my heart
try to fight to
kill the pain
hopelessly resist
just another loser now
is this why I exist?

 

[Blue Dolphin]

Despair

by Blue Dolphin ©

Scudding clouds of pain
Invade my lonely mind
Seeking out the memory
Of love there left behind

Was I the toy

That she destroy

Her sharpened axe to grind

My fantasy is lost
I live to no avail
The sunshine of our love
Replaced by driving hail

Today she weds

And then, she beds

My dreams have all set sail


Where once there was love
Does sad sorrow reside
Small bottle of pills
Lay down by my side

Kiss her goodbye

Lay down to die

Wherefore now

can I hide?

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Last Sonnet

 I take this chaos
 for my home

desertion of hands
shaped as grenades

lips lighter than day
resisting steal's temper

animal communion
in mechanical glades

sweat grown into rivers
in the edge of parched eyes

dry lips revisit
of inner peace

     tomorrow, I'll drink sun
     where tonight – dust.

 

[JUDO]

Far From Reason

Far from reason, my mind plays the scene
Over and over again.

Your face, the shouting, the wordsÉ
Words like arrows piercing me.
Shocked and hurt, I've gone to die.

My trembling heart curls
Fetal under duvet warmth.
Sheets wetted with my tears,
My mind's blank from thinking --
No where to run.
No where to hide.
No one to call.

You are at the end of that phone.

Every time I move the ache prods me.
My face spasms into tears again.
I can't live like this.

I can't.

 

[Zhuk]

Thank God...

... finally you found out you could...

Zhuk

Far From Reason

Far from reason, my mind plays the scene
Over and over again.

Your face, the shouting, the wordsÉ
Words like arrows piercing me.
Shocked and hurt, I've gone to die.

My trembling heart curls
Fetal under duvet warmth.
Sheets wetted with my tears,
My mind's blank from thinking --
No where to run.
No where to hide.
No one to call.

You are at the end of that phone.

Every time I move the ache prods me.
My face spasms into tears again.
I can't live like this.

I can't.

 

[JUDO]

Re: Thank God...

... finally you found out you could...

Zhuk

Thank you, Zhuk. That made me smile. You're very sweet.


- Judo

 

[_Land]

alone

lonliness lingers in my heart
I'm surrounded by company
unfulfilled, emptiness fills
restless, my soul leaves

seeking, searching for eternity
finding only tormenting flames
amidst the shambles of my
personal "Dante"

feathered wings clipped, flightless
I remain grounded, earth bound
tied down by realities realism
wanting to cut the bungie

freefalling away from lifes
certainty, its one way path
into the pink clouds of freedom
unfettered, set free

my last breath, sucked out
as I burst open on land

 

[Angeline]

Not the Suicidal Type, I Guess

Why I Want to Live


Think I cried

when everyone I loved
died or wouldn't last long
or couldn't be strong
when he lied and lied

and lied?

Never never going gentle!
Never ever giving up!

No gun, no knife, no pills, no gas
no late night on the road
no after hours bar then drive
to waste my ass.

No throw myself into the sea
no tub plus electricity
no murder goodbar passive
take the choice away from me!

Think I'm soft?

I'm tougher than the strong man
at the fair. You know the one who
lifts a kitchen chair while kneeling
with one hand?

I can command myself to anything
I've willed myself to live and love it!
Let me make it clear and have that

understood.

Too many die. Too many die
before their time.

Life is too good.

 

[Shotokan07]

Don't really know what title to give...

By Shotokan07 ©

Existence is futile,
Depression denounces evil as hope.
Pain tormented to boredom,
Yet, the soul cries for freedom.

A vessel created for it to experience life.
As a child of the unborn world ahead of it...
Pleasantness brings joy and greed,
yet, melancholy craves for death,
Always...

Handicapped vessel dealt with anguishment,
Physical nor Emotion afflicted.
Drifting as a young leaf,
separated from his long lost, true family...

Pain exists because of love,
Love exists because of pain.
Anhedonia lives in this fallen angel's heart...
As the mage laughs upon philosophy...
of life.

~Fallen Angel

 

[Star At Sunrise]

Soo-ee! Soo-ee! Side!!!

UNSPEAKABLE – PART ONE

This road is long and bleak
desolate featureless sparse
It’s not bright and sunny
It’s not a two-way road
It’s a one way road
and at the end
is the end

It’s how you look at it
is what they say
But the way I see it
this road
is cold

I figure at this point
there is no point.

Tears needle the eyes
And thread down the cheeks

straps cutting into my skin
a burden
I didn’t know I chose

every step
is a step
toward oblivion

Walking down the cold road
waiting for nothing special to happen

Where did I take a wrong turn?
Laughing at myself
because it’s the only other sound
I can still make

There are others
lost inside this blackness
but we can’t touch each other
Trapped like a you-know-what
in you-know-what

Tear open the skin on my chest
showing the diseased machinery
where my heart used to be

We’re all running out of time
or should I say "walking"?
Walking out of time.

Tears spring and freeze in autumn sunshine

The road is long
and every so often
I fall

Collapsing
into another
fitful sleep
where my dreams trick me
into believing in a world
that could only exist
in a dream

God did not answer my prayer last night
Because I woke up again today.

 

[lickmyboot]

The pills won' t kill
I tried
43, spaced out
counted, lined
a neat row of red, round ants
marching slowly down my throat

I was surprised
at my own calm
so matter-of-fact
each pill palmed and swallowed

Sleep,
I wanted sleep
never to wake up again
black-out the numbness

I remember Mother's shaking
frantic...but so far away
waking up wide-eyed to white
everything, white
sterile no's

No shoelaces
no shoes
no razors
no grass
no touching
just constant probing of mind
under the needlepin skirming

"You do want to get better, don't you?"
"Don't you?"
90 days...had to get better
or else
State Hospital...like death row
you never come back

Tricked you in 73.
never got better, never got better
Fourteen years later
I keep it inside...

The pills won't kill
I tried.

 

[OT]

RE: lickmyboot -- the pill's won't kill

beautifully
painfully
sad.

a knot in my stomach
a chill down my spine
I hate that I love that poem

frightening

 

[horny_giraffe]

My anger mingles with my fears.
I am running out of tears for you.
Would you threaten my life that way?
I will not let you sway me, today.
I will mourn when you are gone--but I will move on.
The shadows fade into night as I slip away from the light. Trace
the afterimage of my face, but you know that you can never replace yourself.

-HG

 

[ManusNigrumPoet]

controling me

controling me

[21 Aug 2001|03:33am]

[ mood | crushed ]


this is for my love, no not my love, false love



controling me... controling me
everythings okay, now
since you have gone away
nothing bothers me... im already gone
and nothing is stopping me...

but its controling me
controling me
im used to this ending and im already gone

now im alone... the bed sheets cold
night begins to turn now
and day breaks free
suckered into it and im to blame
this shouldnt have ever started

but its controling me
controling me...
im used to this ending and im already gone

should you have bled for this
no you shouldnt have
i tried to call
but fear held me down
now im scared for us
if us even existed
im cashing out now and youre not here
im so scared and falling in the wind
its controling me
controling me...
im losing this battle and now im giving up.

but its controling me
controling me...
im used to this ending and im already gone
im already gone
im already gone....

 

[Angeline]

Under the Bed

under the bed was where i hid
real far back leslie said stay there
that's good all the way back shhh
i understood that she can't reach
that far so that is where i stay and
then when leslie says it is ok i can
come out and pretend i did not hear

there is nothing to fear if you stay
under the bed back by the wall shhh
it's dusty but you can't cough you
can just be small as the tiniest little
thing a mouse maybe that lives there
and leslie said a mouse wouldn't dare

creep not when she is sick a bad day
like with the coat hanger when leslie
ran away and i did too and said i want
to go don't leave me with her but she
said it's not you it's me and just learn
to be quiet i can take care of us two

but not when she was in school i tried
so hard to be a good girl but sometimes
even good girls spill their juice and when
i say i don't know why she screams and
she screams and says why do you always
give me an excuse and now she's sick

cause that's what bad girls do they make
their mommy sick if i were you i would
stick with under the bed where you can
stay all day sometimes and think about
mice families happy with nice mommies
and daddies who don't pretend it's fine

and two mice sisters safe and sound and
both of them can be ok and one won't need
to run away and one won't need to stay
behind for all those years a little mouse
under the bed who couldn't cry because
the other couldn't live and found a way to

die.

 

[Wicked-N-Erotic]

Funny this was submitted yesterday

I don't normally check the poetry board, my poems aren't recieved very well it seems. However, I just submitted a suicide poem yesterday. Here it is for you, with the exception of the error in the title, it should read

Dreams of Suicide

My pencil is a razor
Blood is my lead
My wrist is my paper
I wish that I was dead

The rain keeps fallin
I keep callin
Why don't you answer?
Do you even hear?

I'll try to commit suicide
I won't care how you feel inside
I have myself to think of
My own sense of pride

You said you loved me, but you lied
You always laughed when I cried
You never looked when I'd hide
You said you loved me but you lied

Who said life would be a ball?
You were never there when I'd call
I'll be glad when I'm gone
You'll be left to sing my song

Now my blood is flowing slow
This is it, here I go
Now I'm drawing toward the end
Now my blood is flowing thin

Don't forget I'll be glad when I'm gone
Just remember to sing my song



Hope you like it
Wicked
My Writing

 

[Angeline]

Left Behind

some things are worse
than suicide at least it's
done it's over there's no
more hide under the bed

some things are worse
than here no more when
everyone is asking you
what for how could it be

some things are worse
than never coming back
like when you try to act
ok but inside cannot feel

some things are worse
than love affairs no more
some hurts go on forever
some things are all too real

try being seventeen
try being innocent
try to explain through
the pain why you cannot

cry

when they ask
why did she die

when they say
i heard she was a whore

 

[JUDO]

Re: Under the Bed

under the bed was where i hid
real far back leslie said stay there
that's good all the way back shhh
i understood that she can't reach
that far so that is where i stay and
then when leslie says it is ok i can
come out and pretend i did not hear

there is nothing to fear if you stay
under the bed back by the wall shhh
it's dusty but you can't cough you
can just be small as the tiniest little
thing a mouse maybe that lives there
and leslie said a mouse wouldn't dare

creep not when she is sick a bad day
like with the coat hanger when leslie
ran away and i did too and said i want
to go don't leave me with her but she
said it's not you it's me and just learn
to be quiet i can take care of us two

but not when she was in school i tried
so hard to be a good girl but sometimes
even good girls spill their juice and when
i say i don't know why she screams and
she screams and says why do you always
give me an excuse and now she's sick

cause that's what bad girls do they make
their mommy sick if i were you i would
stick with under the bed where you can
stay all day sometimes and think about
mice families happy with nice mommies
and daddies who don't pretend it's fine

and two mice sisters safe and sound and
both of them can be ok and one won't need
to run away and one won't need to stay
behind for all those years a little mouse
under the bed who couldn't cry because
the other couldn't live and found a way to

die.

:sigh: (* pouting *)

- Judo

 

[Shotokan07]

The Quiet Knight

Strong as he may be,
His emotions have weakened him.
Having a painful past,
He mourns for happiness.
Standing on the tip of a mountain,
Wishing that he could jump.
A loner as he is,
He knows he'll never find love.
For he is only a warrior,
His mind is full of passion and loyalty.
Love is so tender,
that she falls in love with the first deceit.
Leaving him standing,
Waiting for his destruction.
His heart filled with wisdom and warmth,
Everyone takes advantage of.
He is a healer,
From sickness to wars.
He is there,
To save.
Never thinking of himself first,
That's why he's always last.
A Darkened Angel,
With his wings crippled.
He is only here to fight,
Nothing more.
He awaits for his inner self to awake,
So he can finally destroy and die within.
He will never forgive himself,
But all his life...

...he's been quiet forever.

(What is his sign?)

 

[Blue Dolphin]

My life
it is over
for I am destroyed
slowly
step backwards
embracing the void

 

[smithpeter]

who can help me?
I don't know who.
one or many
maybe just two

I walk on planks most every day
then step back with caution
while they say
don't look down at the world's commotion

~
eat your tail
eat your tale
eat your self
eat your own path

 

[smithpeter]

My Wrists

they have been very invited
slender and white
prone to cut
in the places, like you
that are not talked about
but emerged from,

the end

laughing in my way,
Jason on the highway
in crystal myth
the newest bug on a Winnebago
bye mom, bye dad
he would like you to smile

 

[Zhuk]

.

.

 

[lickmyboot]

Re: RE: lickmyboot -- the pill's won't kill

beautifully
painfully
sad.

a knot in my stomach
a chill down my spine
I hate that I love that poem

frightening

Thank you. I hate that I had to write it. When this part of my past was occurring I wrote like mad. Seeing this thread, I went back over all of it. Judging unfit, I wrote this here--no edits. Raw, but true.

You are a cherished friend...and critic.