Thread: Death Is Not The End.

Interesting. Kind of cliche in my opinion, but you delivered it well. I should share some of my more devious poetry with you. I think you'd love it.

Thanks for the input, I read your poem also so I'll be sure to comment on it. However I am curious to know how my poem is cliche; maybe you can offer me some constructive advice.

And I'd be glad to read the rest of your poems .

"Death isn't the end"

The whole concept has been done for more or less 2000 years. you know, by the christians ..

eh heh nah man, I've just written jsut about everything, and you use a lot of same kind of phrases I have before, so it's nothing quite new to me. Nothing personal, doesn't mean your bad, just means you got a little time to develop.

Well, that analogy doesn't really hold up, no offense. This isn't one of those "Death is not the end; There is also heaven" poems trying to comfort someone about death by explaining it away through religious context. It's about how someone's anger can be carried over to the afterlife and utilized as a weapon to take revenge on those who caused the spirit's anguish and suffering.

I know the topic of souls passing on has been exhaustingly discussed/debated but this poem doesn't really pertain to the whole heaven or hell thing or what Christianity suggests a soul normally does after it leaves the body. This poem is not governed by the teachings of any single religion, so it's not as cliche as one might initially think.

Though, it could be considered mildly cliche when compared to "The Grudge" lol.

You missed my point. I wasn't useing christianity as an analogy, but rather and example. Every religion practices that death isn't the end. Even buhddist, Death only becomes new life, in a cycle. And what you're getting at too, about the afterlife, an entity lingering around with an abundance of negative energy targeted at a specific being or event. But, if you want to get technical, that's not what the poem is about AT ALL.

It's a metaphor, perhaps created through the subconciousness of your own psych. It's telling me you're going through a hard time, someone treated you wrongfully, and you feel trapped against it, wanting to have a way to get revenge or appease your grief. You translate that into spectral behaviour which could mean your possibly succeptable to suicidal thoughts, though the action is unlikely considering you don't write about suicide directly and rather only dance around the subject of death.

Close?

Originally Posted by -=Broken^Halo=-

It's a metaphor, perhaps created through the subconciousness of your own psych. It's telling me you're going through a hard time, someone treated you wrongfully, and you feel trapped against it, wanting to have a way to get revenge or appease your grief. You translate that into spectral behaviour which could mean your possibly succeptable to suicidal thoughts, though the action is unlikely considering you don't write about suicide directly and rather only dance around the subject of death.

Close?

Oh, you've figured me out quite nicely haven't you you observative little devil ? Yes I'm going through a hard time (emotionally anyway), and I want to take out my frustration on the one's that have been causing my recent grief, which I'll do soon enough. The only thing you are mistaken about is I have written about suicide in this "cliche" poem. If indeed everything that's been written about or expressed more than once is cliche.

Gooddye

This is the end
I can't go on
Following the death trend
My will to live is gone

Just can't believe
I'm leaving like this
All I want now
Is one last kiss

I lye here thinking
With this thing against my head
Will everyone go on ticking
Once I am dead

Will the Earth still go round
Will people remember me
Once I'm in the ground
Or will they forget to see

How once I lived
How I existed in this hell
And how I loved to give
Or maybe they just can't tell

Because I did so little
I stuck to the shadows
Now they won't notice me
Hanging from the gallows

I wish I could stay
That I didn't have to die
Now it pains me to say
This is the end
Goodbye

Now you said something about showing me some of your more devious poems?