From: OJ Simpson on
Unlike you little pansies, I know the total score:
A noose 'round one's broken neck, feet swinging above the floor.
One's stained pants reeking from voided feces and sperm,
A panicked maid shrieking, her hair flying from its perm.
Maybe it's Motel 6; maybe it's Red Roof Inn;
Find a cheapo lodge for committing this mortal sin.

and no. 2:

You lie there in the tub, your eyes blank and cold as ice.
Slashing your wrists may sting, but escape surely has no price!
D'liver yourself from pain; d'liver yourself from grief.
Grab that straight razor and surrender to sweet relief.

From: Squirrel on

Poems not bad. Is that how you are feeling about life at mo?

Ug.
From: Eleonore Beaudoin on
Hope you feel better by now and that those dark thoughts and feelings went
away...?


Be well....

I also hope your poems made no one feel darker than they might already
have.....and instead, opened yes and hearts to extend a hand a bit further...


Wanna grab mine...?
(Just in case those were not poems for the sake of poetry only...)

C



OJ Simpson (tariq.1.rahim(a)spamgourmet.com) writes:
> Unlike you little pansies, I know the total score:
> A noose 'round one's broken neck, feet swinging above the floor.
> One's stained pants reeking from voided feces and sperm,
> A panicked maid shrieking, her hair flying from its perm.
> Maybe it's Motel 6; maybe it's Red Roof Inn;
> Find a cheapo lodge for committing this mortal sin.
>
> and no. 2:
>
> You lie there in the tub, your eyes blank and cold as ice.
> Slashing your wrists may sting, but escape surely has no price!
> D'liver yourself from pain; d'liver yourself from grief.
> Grab that straight razor and surrender to sweet relief.
>


From: OJ Simpson on
x-no-archive: yes

On Sep 28, 5:58 pm, bc...(a)FreeNet.Carleton.CA (Eleonore Beaudoin)
wrote:
> Hope you feel better by now and that those dark thoughts and feelings went
> away...?
>
> Be well....
>
> I also hope your poems made no one feel darker than they might already
> have.....and instead, opened yes and hearts to extend a hand a bit further...
>
> Wanna grab mine...?
> (Just in case those were not poems for the sake of poetry only...)
>
> C
>

thank you , i was just writing to vent.
From: Eleonore Beaudoin on
OJ Simpson (tariq.1.rahim(a)spamgourmet.com) writes:
> x-no-archive: yes
>
> On Sep 28, 5:58=A0pm, bc...(a)FreeNet.Carleton.CA (Eleonore Beaudoin)
> wrote:
>> Hope you feel better by now and that those dark thoughts and feelings wen=
> t
>> away...?
>>
>> Be well....
>>
>> I also hope your poems made no one feel darker than they might already
>> have.....and instead, opened yes and hearts to extend a hand a bit furthe=
> r...
>>
>> Wanna grab mine...?
>> (Just in case those were not poems for the sake of poetry only...)
>>
>> C
>>
>
> thank you , i was just writing to vent.


Ah. Phew:)

But still, venting those feelings can mean one feels this way too, then.

Hope your week smiles your way!

BTW, there is a movie that was done on suicide here in Quebec, title
escapes me right now, will have to ask around (me and titles and names asd
all that stuff:)). But from all I heard of it, it is apparently well made.

Story is about someone who,s friends made a suicide pact and left him
behind, and how he sees their families -and his, and himself- go hrough it.
Although I have not seen it, I am sure it must be a movie to watch to keep
n mind what we tend to forget: how others are there that do care, but just
take for granted we do know, maybe. I imagine that seing how entie
universes are shattered when someone suicides can ake someoen realize that
there is more to it than just them, and that their death in fact makes
other people,s life become pain, in turn...Adding to the cycle, and not
solving any of it....
I would thin that in that odd way, that movie coudl be an upper -for that
perspective.

In French, the theme song also is a lot like the poems you posted, btw. As
direct and 'no frill' and on (the) topic.

Must be traslated by now. Will ask around today and try and get the title
for you.


C
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