Art Of Dying

A New View

People died, I felt sad. People

disappointed. I felt sadder. School

was like work, indecipherable



Love was like work, mostly temporary.

Labor pain, never again. I wished for a

fashion sense the older I lived. I can

match up color, but that's about it.


I will die and my ashes will be housed

for a short time in a non-contemporary

motified urn. I will die. People will feel

sad. They will not get any of my stuff.

People will be sadder.






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SSmoothie's picture

There’s no art to dying or

There’s no art to dying or death but there certainly is in your poetrt!   

Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

allets's picture

I Am Humbled SS

Thank you for your kindness - Stella



georgeschaefer's picture

Aww, I think you should divvy

Aww, I think you should divvy up all your poems among your postpoem friends.  

allets's picture

U Always

Make me laugh out into the air totally diverted. Mercy Buckups! :D