Saffron
Experienced Member
Daughter of Ecanus
Posts: 365
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Post by Saffron on Jun 30, 2009 15:55:21 GMT -5
It was your third attempt at suicide your writing was on the note inside you left Martha the antique Chinese jar to Jerry next door, you left your car
You laid your wallet & keys on the bed carried your M-16 out to the shed The gut-shot hole was leaking intestines I tried, but couldn't fit them all back in
Your eyes were glazed and I thought you were gone but to my horror I saw that your heart beat on I used your tattered shirt to hold the gun and placed it gently on top of your tongue
Your insides had come unraveled once more I slipped in the mess that leaked on the floor I tried to aim for the back of your head but managed to blow off an ear instead
Hush my dear, now you have to be still it's necessary to give you another pill In time we'll give it another try and I'll help you accomplish your goal to die [/i][/b]
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Post by carousal on Jun 30, 2009 17:53:38 GMT -5
Wow! a gory story from a gentle lady, well told and in rhyme too, that’s not an easy thing to do well, but once again you rise to the challenge. Can’t help feeling that if he had put the gun in his mouth pointing it upwards he would have obtained his goal instantly, but then we wouldn’t have had your poem. Well done indeed
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Post by NewMan™ on Jun 30, 2009 22:08:16 GMT -5
hey Penny, his is good ole Dr. Kevorkian doing now a days anyway? Let him know I'm feeling a bit better than I was last week, okay? make sure you tell him now.. loved it my friend.. give me a slight care of the heeby jeebies.. ;D Daniel
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Post by stacy (FINALLY back!) on Jun 30, 2009 22:31:50 GMT -5
Wow mamma Penny! I'm learning so many new and exciting things about so many here that I never knew...lol. I don't know if I could ever assist someone in a suicide. I've often thought about it, especially since I used to work as a nurse and came to see how so many debilitating diseases take their toll on so many and make them suffer until the bitter end. But even still, I'm just not sure that I could ever do that. I do believe that there are certain situations, like cancer, Lou Gehrig's Disease, and others like that that truly make assisted suicide justifiable and certainly warranted, I just don't think it could ever be me helping them out. Loved this, Penny. And I love seeing this side of your writing as well. You truly are multi-talented, and this just proves it. I can't wait to read more.
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Post by polonius on Jul 1, 2009 5:01:17 GMT -5
A vivid tale of anguished love, of acceptance that there is nothing else to do, if you genuinely love; even if the state condemns such an action as a crime, the truly moral person has to make a dreadful decision that requires more courage than even the bravest soldier can find within himself.
A fully deserved EXALT-this poem is the only one that I would describe as AMAZING for its uncompromising honesty.
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Post by Artemis on Jul 2, 2009 11:19:12 GMT -5
Gosh Where is my momma gone ? Someone hijacked her WAAAAAAAA
LadyB I loved this vivid write but coming from you it just felt funny. I am so used to you being gentle and kind and so loving ... This just shows your diversity but I am totally astounded ... wonderful write. Exalt
walks away wanting a cuddle from momma xxxxx
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