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I believe...
When I die, I want...
The world I live in...
This is for...
Tomorrow I will go...
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Use metaphor or simile or allusion or personification to help explore your theme.
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Tomorrow I will go elsewhere, somewhere where I can't be found by the justice blanances the float around, and dry the waters and boast the earth, the same eyes that dried the drips from the hearse, and the lips of the seal that flat-out blubbered its teal feelings of nothing, the ones that found me and something else that was of importance to it, for tomorrow is the day that loses its wits because there was never a day so mentally intact as to chose its humanity with the right track of decisions and careful incisions into the proper God mind that feels the terrible contracts that contract our kind, because tomorrow is a day that knows no harm, but by the law of humanity should be heavily alarmed to the status of the dawn no approaching, now rising, moving on like a clock that is nothing to the findings of trains and of leads and various coasts and reeds, which makes me feel the weight of drain-o and the lever cleaving leaves that insist on the sanity of the patriarchal community, for immunity in tomorrow is the penicillin it must borrow from perfection which is out of its reach, an inhabitant of a universe outside of our sheath in this closed universe of closed minds and still time, which mentioned the name of my cellophane lame rhine, and breaks the seeds of this leading tall kneads, so I fall to my knees and love the only thing I see, for the mind is always searching for something out of me, something better than my condition with a falsely drawn premonition of a day when the mission is to simply be an addition to the world and the peace of it all, and that day is tomorrow when I go elsewhere and claw at the fabrics of civilization and the handholds of simulation which in turn upset this body, because there's nothing to pour but coffee that's poured at the same time everyday, never chaiging it anyway, because of the peace the lies today, hopefully I can sit still and say, Tomorrow.
tommmow I will go to my mother's house
and she will cry and bellow
and she will yell and hit.
tommorow I will go to my mother's house
and I will hear the thoughts she doesn't say
and i will listen to her silence with intent and interest and interpret it as longing
to see me and my life and all that she lost and the feelings she missed
tommorow i will meet my mother.
and be introduced to the reason for my aching
and be introduced to the only thing that's missing for me.
Whitney Lora 12-15
When I die
When I die, I want no crying
I want no black heavy clothing
I want no tears, no screams of sorrow
When I die, I want no sad music
I want no pictures that remind my legacy
When I die, I want no invitations to my funeral
I want there to be joy and happiness
I want a celebration of what I was, what I did
When I die, I want there to be food served
I want people to rejoice in the fact that they’re still living
When I die, I want that respect I deserve
Behold my life on a pedestal
Make me sound like a “great”
When I die, I want no burial, I want a cremation
I want to make sure no one tries to live under my life
I want them to know once I’m gone, there’s no other one like me
When I die, you’ll know, the whole world will now
The whole world will suffer a loss too great to mourn
That’s what it will be like when I die
Revised Edition 12-17
When I Die Poem
When I die, I want no crying
No black heavy clothing
No tears, no screams of sorrow
When I die, I want no sad music
Pictures that remind my legacy
I want there to be joy and happiness
I want a celebration of what I was, what I did
When I die, I want there to be food served
People to rejoice in the fact that they’re still living
When I die, I want that respect I deserve
Behold my life on a pedestal
Make me sound like a “great”
When I die, I want no burial, I want a cremation
I want to make sure no one tries to live under my life
I want them to know once I’m gone, there’s no other one like me
When I die, you’ll know, the whole world will know
The whole world will suffer a loss too great to mourn
That’s what it will be like when I die
Tomorrow I will go to my mother's house
and she will cry and bellow
and she will yell and hit.
Tomorrow I will go to my mother's house
and I will hear the thoughts she doesn't say
and I will listen to her silence with intent and interest and interpret it as longing
to see me and my life and all that she lost and the feelings she missed
Tomorrow I will meet my mother.
and meet the reason for my aching
and meet the only thing that's missing for me.
I Want This Poem To Write Itself
When I die, I want this poem to write itself.
The blank page just sits there,
Unfilled.
When I die, I want this poem to write itself.
The words just won’t flow,
Like the water in the frozen river.
When I die, I want this poem to write itself.
This has gotten far past plain stupidity.
Though, I wonder exactly where.
When I die, I want this poem to write itself.
It’s so dull,
So boring,
I’m actually falling asleep writing it.
When I die, I want this poem to write itself.
By then I’ll have rambled on and on
About even more senseless nonsense,
If there’s anything left to write.
When I die, I want this poem to write itself.
The effort I put into thinking of this,
Was just a waste.
Now here is my poem,
Horrendous and all.
I Believe…
I believe that…what do I believe?
I believe that I can digress to my environments.
I believe that I can love the people who hate me.
I believe in making molehills out mountains.
I believe that love isn’t like Cupid’s Chokehold for me.
I believe in…my dreams, perhaps.
I believe in the “L” word.
I believe in Saint Nick.
I believe in the abstract, and in the bullshit.
I also believe in me for you and you for me.
I believe what I believe.
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