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There are four poems down near the bottom and what not, so just skip this "rant" if you want just the poem.

::Cackles madly:: I don't know why I'm oh so entertained by this turn of events. Seems my last poem was reported to a moderator as 'suicide encouragement'. I can't believe someone was actually a**l enough to report that poem as encouragement, when it ends on a cry for help. I mean Jesus people, did you even read the entire thing or just skim it and see that it spoke of suicide? Never once at any point did it mention someone else; it was a first person peice for crying out loud. (If you are confused you may take this time now to go back and read my last poem and see for yourself what I am talking about and then yes, you may comment on how that person was a**l.) I don't know who reported it, I really don't care because I got a kick out of it. It was rather entertaining and I giggled for a good fourty five minutes. Not to mention I felt pleased someone with that thought process read my poetry and saw it as a no-no. whee I personally can't see how it could have come off as anything even remotely resembling suicide encouragement. xp

I always kind of saw it as the opposite of suicide encouragement, more of a resistance against the desire for suicide. But, I guess I'll put a note up on every poem in the future that might even have the slightest hint of talk of suicide that it is in no way encouraging it. Suicide isn't a good thing, for anyone involved. Even if you don't believe suicide is an automatic unforgivable sin you go to Hell for, you're just dragging anyone and everyone that cared for you through their own hell and they didn't even do anything but love you. It's no joking matter or anything, and I would never dream of encouraging anyone to take their life. If you or anyone you know is seriously thinking about it and don't think you can keep yourself from doing something so selfish and stupid, I urge you to go find a counselor, therapist, psycologist, doctor, parent, teacher, friend, random person on the street or even a light pole to talk to. Write poetry, write a story, draw pictures, keep a journal/diary, scream into your pillows and talk to your closet wall about how horrible life is. Just do something to get it out, because suicide doesn't solve anything, it only destroys others and brings them that much closer to their own suicide.

I think this inspires me to write a new poem about suicide. Not my own, mind you, for I'm in no place to thinka bout my own suicide anymore. Ya see, I found a wall to talk to, and I wrote pretty angsty dark suicidal poems, and I found my own answer to the great question of "Why?". But no matter, my next update will probably be with that poem, unless my brain dies again (oooh migrains are fun).

For now, enjoy these few poems I wrote. I can't remember what the style of poetry is but I wrote them for school and was obsessed with the style for a while. You take a name, or word, or phrase and write it down the paper and then use each letter to start the next line. The following are names of me, my sister, and two of my friends. Enjoy and what not.












NOTE: These were written a couple years ago, and rest assured they are all accurate as far as my friends and me and my sister's personality/moods/thoughtprocess/outlook on life goes.

SECOND NOTE:: Remember, there are other poems too so go ahead and go back and read those too. 3nodding heart