No. 85

Okay, here's another one on the bad end of the bad spectrum. It has three reviews.
First by Paulina (2005-01-04): "oh my ** god. that was yet again...astounding. what the hell is your problem? how hte hell can you write so perfect, so emotionally, so...beautiful. it all comes together. if i have an idea ill try it but nothing comes out right anymore. remember when i used to write? and when we would exchange poetry? i cant write anymore. all that ** was so bad. i could not write. and now im left with writers block since then. SINCE THEN. i mean how long can it last? it seemsm like forever. i hate it. its like you can only put depression into so many words...and i used them all up. in in the ** worst poetry ever. i want to write so much, i really need to get that kind of release for my emotions...

im sorry you had to hear all that, i dont have the heart to delete it. its just, like, i dont know, i cant take it anymore, im so ... empty.

i love you for putting up with me.

*sigh*...ANYWAYS, this poem, oh my god. the last line is the best part.

X_x paulina"
Next, Jazzy (2005-01-17): "awesome poem. very angry. i liek it. im noticing that you use the word "thrill" a lot in your poems. damn...i wanna write liek that"
Last, Janling (2005-01-30): "-blinks- That's something..."

Modified: Mon 03 Jan 2005 09:46:46 PM EST
http://www.fictionpress.com/s/1799002/1/I_will_live (01-03-05)

I Will Live

I will live

Pull my eyes from my head,

Tear my tongue out,

Slit my wrists,

Lacerate my throat,

Stab me in the heart,

I won't die

You will.
Your heart, with stones, I will fill.

Do what you want,

Carve me up,

You miserable FUCK

You'll still die first

And your screams will be shrill

Try me to kill

I’m telling you now

Just give me the pain

I'll still live

I find it a thrill

As long as the blood still spills...