This is like the third one I've ever written. I lost the other two, hehehe. This poem is about a girl that I've seen several times in my dreams. I think she is my idea of the "perfect girl" or whatever. She never looks the same twice but for some reason I always know its her. It's about a guy who falls in love with a girl in his dreams and decides to overdose on sleep medication so that he can be with her forever. It is written in the form of a suicide note.
Portrait of a Suicide
I remember the first day I met you and our first date on the Astral Plane. We were both so different then but in Frost's words: I've loved you as you changed. Now please forgive my mortality's nature but I need you here with me. If it's a sin to fall in love with an idea then "let me burn" will be my creed. I've studied every inch of your beautiful eyes but I get lost in them every time and each melodious word from your soft lips gives me a stomach full of butterflies. My current curse is that you can not be with me so you have to know that I love you so much. I'd wander the barrens outside heaven to find you and I'd trade Nirvana for your slightest touch. If there were only something else to make life worthwhile or something else to make it slightly better, I would wait for you from now until forevermore like how the mountains wait to be weathered.
To whomever that it may concern, and to you reading this note upon my chest, It is not just sleep that took me but instead it is eternal rest. And to the waking world I leave this final work of mine. In my own way I've left this piece, this portrait of a suicide...
Okay... The first thing people ask is "are you suicidal?"... answer is NO. I'm just really good at putting myself in other peoples' shoes even if that person is a creation of my own ego.
Also, I wrote this around the same time I wrote Portrait of a Suicide:
This is a conversation I had with a friend... I thought it was an excellent example of what goes on in my head...
If I were you, I wouldn't worry about being obsessed with women. You can't help it. The need to procreate is one of tthe curses of mortality, dude. The only reason you even get sexually eroused is because of your innate need to have children. The only reason you have this need is because children are a part of you, therefore you are continuing on your existence through them and thus cheating your own mortality... Understand? So, basically, being sexually desirable is the obligation of the mortal. One should never brag about being "hot" because there is nothing special about it. One is only fulfilling one's duty. Do you get what I am saying? Beauty, on the other hand, is a step above that. I'm sure you can agree with me when I say there are alot of hot girls that are not even close to beautiful. You should remember this in your photography, Jason. The spirit is forever and therefore is above sexuality. Beauty is the shine from a glittering soul.
Portrait of a Suicide
I remember the first day I met you and our first date on the Astral Plane. We were both so different then but in Frost's words: I've loved you as you changed. Now please forgive my mortality's nature but I need you here with me. If it's a sin to fall in love with an idea then "let me burn" will be my creed. I've studied every inch of your beautiful eyes but I get lost in them every time and each melodious word from your soft lips gives me a stomach full of butterflies. My current curse is that you can not be with me so you have to know that I love you so much. I'd wander the barrens outside heaven to find you and I'd trade Nirvana for your slightest touch. If there were only something else to make life worthwhile or something else to make it slightly better, I would wait for you from now until forevermore like how the mountains wait to be weathered.
To whomever that it may concern, and to you reading this note upon my chest, It is not just sleep that took me but instead it is eternal rest. And to the waking world I leave this final work of mine. In my own way I've left this piece, this portrait of a suicide...
Okay... The first thing people ask is "are you suicidal?"... answer is NO. I'm just really good at putting myself in other peoples' shoes even if that person is a creation of my own ego.
Also, I wrote this around the same time I wrote Portrait of a Suicide:
This is a conversation I had with a friend... I thought it was an excellent example of what goes on in my head...
If I were you, I wouldn't worry about being obsessed with women. You can't help it. The need to procreate is one of tthe curses of mortality, dude. The only reason you even get sexually eroused is because of your innate need to have children. The only reason you have this need is because children are a part of you, therefore you are continuing on your existence through them and thus cheating your own mortality... Understand? So, basically, being sexually desirable is the obligation of the mortal. One should never brag about being "hot" because there is nothing special about it. One is only fulfilling one's duty. Do you get what I am saying? Beauty, on the other hand, is a step above that. I'm sure you can agree with me when I say there are alot of hot girls that are not even close to beautiful. You should remember this in your photography, Jason. The spirit is forever and therefore is above sexuality. Beauty is the shine from a glittering soul.