no regrets

 

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who cares if there 

are flowers on my corpse 

if I'm dead?


if love is your intent

then bring me

some good memories

and things you learned 

to make your life easier

and more worth living.


wrap it up in a rusted coffee can

from some dark alley where babies lie in dumpsters

and place it somewhere all can see and be comforted

that someone thought about them, and cared

about why their lives ended, and tried to understand

not to punish, but to prevent it.

 

give me life in my death,

and not sorrow for

what you forgot to do

or not do, to prevent 

yourself from being hurt

on the day I leave here.


funerals are for the ones who are left here,

because the only thing I intend 

to leave you after material possessions

are divied out,

is the same thing since the day 

I first looked in your eyes,


the gratitude for having shared moments together.


we have all been dying since the day we were born,

and if we arrive at our final resting place in peace,

and not at the hands of violence,

then we have been granted more than enough

to say we have been blessed.

I spend my days now thinking what a beautiful soul you are.






 

5:35 PM 8/4/2013 ©


inspired by http://www.postpoems.org/authors/huliganfish/poem/964713

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justanotherscreename's picture

The music that somebody added

The music that somebody added in the comments gives this a good touch. I think my favorite part is the first three lines. It sets up the whole poem, who cares, not the dead person. Maybe people leave roses as a way of thanking the person though, as you say. Was a good read. Maybe I am a little evil for thinking the babies part was a joke though o.o

nightlight1220's picture

Hi justanotherscreen, I will

Hi justanotherscreen, I will agree---yes, it was a little sick.. lol. But no, it is not a joke, but it was, however, a way to express my concern that problems (in general) all have hidden 'cries for help' from someone, or some just cause. We, as a society, tend to put problems in dark cages and alleyways, and ignore them---because we think we are strong and holy and powerful---but we are the opposite.

  Thank for your comment... lol. (it's ok, tho, I may have not made it too clear! :-)

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

bishu's picture

Respected nightlight1220

Sorry for the long comment !! Please ignore if you don't agree.Above all, plz dn't waste valuable time reading this trash,

 

This particular piece I specially liked because you used simple words exquisitely woven into a intricate tapestry.The subject you chose was a well-researched one.Yet there is a novelty in it On the lighter side: How do you see souls ?? What is the instrument called ?? In a day or two I'll post a piece on almost your pov named "Will"(Material possessions divided out) On the lighter side nl1220 : I don't think I'll feel happy if I see souls because they may look like ghouls(oo scary!!) Some people (clever ones) make a living by connecting us to departed souls !! God save their souls !! On the mushy angle : Memories do linger.. sometimes for a lifetime ~ peace Respected NL1220~


©bishu 

 

nightlight1220's picture

Hello, Bishu. Thank you for

Hello, Bishu. Thank you for your thoughtful comment and question. I think we are all pieces of a larger whole---way too vast and complicated for human comprehension---but that we amuse and have learned to comfort ourselves by thinking 'we know everything god wants' for us, but really...we know nothing. :-)

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

bishu's picture

You write like a philosopher nl1220

A PERFECT ANSWER FROM A WISE PERSON you indeed light up the night!! You write like a philosopher nl1220  & I write like

                                                                                                                                                                        A FOOLISH HOPPER ~ B Happy Respected nl1220~


©bishu