Death Is Not The End.

[Atradimyd]

I think it's ironic that I wrote this and yet I'm an adamant ubeliever of souls, spirits, Gods etc. etc. I guess you could say this is a bi-product of toying with the idea.


Death is not the end
It's only the beginning
Death is not the end
Just the end of mortal sinning

Just when you thought
You'd get to sleep forever
You wake up to death
And you've got a new endeavor

To make everybody pay
For how they treated you
Here comes the pain
It's Wrath born anew

You'll infect their dreams
And show them your nightmare
You'll tear them by the seams
And hold them in your snare

You'll cut their throats
And watch them bleed
You'll take their blood
And make them see
Not everyone dies
And rests in peace

Spirits may flow towards the skies
But only to use their eagle eyes
To spot the ones who stained their hearts
And pay them back with evil arts

To spot the ones who burnt their souls
And put them in six foot holes
To spot the ones who hurt them most
And if they see you you're carbon toast

[JBI]

If you don't want a harsh review, stop reading here.

Gandalf says similar things to the first two lines in the horrible book known as Lord of The Rings, "I believe their is also a passage ringing similar in the third movie."

To me, sorry to say, this reads like a conventional kid raging against his depressed emo life. Not to put you down, but as Oscar Wilde put it, "All bad poetry is sincere."

I don't even want to begin to unwind the Columbinesque themes, only I will say this, the whole depressed teenager thing is so cliché amongst bad poetry that reading these poems kills me a little inside each time. In addition to this, the clumsy doggerel rhymes cut the words up, which I would add ring predictable and loaded with cliché

To conclude, I will finish with a quote from the famous Hart Crane;

Then, drop by caustic drop, a perfect cry
Shall string some constant harmony,--
Relentless caper for all those who step
The legend of their youth into the noon.

[V.Jayalakshmi]

:) Dear Atradimyd,

I beg to differ on Death.Here is my reply to you.

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Death Is Not The End.
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Here I lay dead,the end of my dreams.

My end was sudden for I was but going to my office.

I had work to do and I had friends to care,

Not to say about my mom and dad and sis,

My world was shattered for I lay dead.


I have no vengeance to fullfill,nor nightmares to display.

I see my dear friend beg at the feet of a hapless Doctor,

Crying aloud,falling at his feet,

Save my friend Doctor,save my friend,

What will I say to his parents who are rushing here,

With anxiety in their heart and I know,

Their lives will be shattered without their son.


So long farewell to my dreams,and I lay awake with my,

Sleepless mom and dad ,watching them grieve.

Oh! My Son,If only I could have saved you somehow,

What is there now in our lives without you?

Mansions and monies all lose their meanings.

For death snatched our Child dear.
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I am sorry ,this is what I feel about an untimely death.

Jaya.

[blazeofglory]

Death is a thing of contemplation in point of fact and what death is something not within a domain of our understanding as a matter of fact.

We are not short of both spiritual and scientific ideas of death and all have their various ideas and opinions with regard to death and yet no one has ever turned out to be convincing.

Science has no ample proofs and spiritualists are far from convincing and their ideas are totally rooted in fatih and no more than that.

Any way this is a topic that interests all equally.

Your poem is very contemplative.