It hissed near my pillow
Then kissed my feet
Fake comfort is a tool
To make things discreet
It held my hand swiftly
A flashback of the life
Of things missed and trophies
Then came a tight and warm hug
Death is comforting me.
It hissed near my pillow
Then kissed my feet
Fake comfort is a tool
To make things discreet
It held my hand swiftly
A flashback of the life
Of things missed and trophies
Then came a tight and warm hug
Death is comforting me.
4 Year Old Adult 
And this
Is soothingly scary 🙂
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Thanks a lot for the appreciation. I’m going to go through your blog soon, with some help from Google translate. Have a good day 🙂
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This is the end..hold your breath and count to ten.. :p couldn’t help but remember this song and quote.. well written poem 🙂
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Thank you null lady 😉
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A perfect dark poem… liked it… 🙂
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Thanks for the compliment 🙂
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I don’t like it. How is death comforting you?
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That was just an attempt at weaving darkness. When a person has got only worse options, he/she has to choose the better among the worse. 🙂
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gotcha … still don’t like it because I believe there are other options. But I get it. Thank you. Thought provoking.
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That is…. thought provoking….!
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I am reading works of Franz Kafka these days. I am amused by the positive potential of negativity. I mean, we can depict dark things to emphasize the importance of optimism. 🙂
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Haha…. you say it. That was what was so intriguing about the poem… the positivity and excitement and the twist in the end!
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Thanks for the kind words. You always rock 🙂
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Thank you 😃 Always enjoy reading your posts.
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Ooh, this is a little creepy. Take care. ~ Robin
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I have been busy with few scripts lately so, posting all other experiments here 😉
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