Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted May 16, 2009 Share Posted May 16, 2009 Poison I feel it running through the heart of my soul.. I feel no discourse as I am about to die. Will I meet the great unknown. because of this concoction.. Only you the stale posion I take and I will ever know. I feel fire and ice run through the arteries and veins. of my creped body,. Will I meet God's angels or see demons in disgrace in this nightmare.. I wait for the poison to work as we meet my fate together. I want to die so leave me alone and stop preaching your love to me well wishers. Walk out the door of my life for I could really give a dam ignorant ones. I want to die because of my paralysis and suffering. Don’t stop me by telling me it will all be ok. It won’t, screw you. I hate you so much I want you to know this; poison you are not my trusted friend,. Don't you know angels don't exist there is only hell to me in this reality. But please I beg you to do your thing and end my life. Let it all go. Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 16, 2009 Share Posted May 16, 2009 Hi Victor, This is one of the most powerful and also the most heart wrenching poems you've penned. The agony and disillusion wrought by suffering are conveyed palpably. The rawness of tone here makes these lines quite unforgettable: Larsen M. Callirhoe wrote: I feel it running through the heart of my soul.. ... I feel fire and ice run through the arteries and veins. of my creped body,. ... I want to die so leave me alone and stop preaching your love to me well wishers. Walk out the door of my life for I could really give a dam ignorant ones. I want to die because of my paralysis and suffering. Don’t stop me by telling me it will all be ok. It won’t, screw you. ... Don't you know angels don't exist there is only hell to me in this reality. But please I beg you to do your thing and end my life. Let it all go. Your poem gives a sense of a terrifying moment of Socratic truth, when the diamon, the guardian spirit, whom Socrates said helped him, is gone. I cannot express how much I'm moved by this poem. goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted May 16, 2009 Author Share Posted May 16, 2009 hi goldenlangur, i found the old version of this poem on the sight but not the revised version. i wanted to bring it up again but forgot what words i used to say it was revised version. im too lazy to look thru pmo archive to find it lol. this is something in my mind that i wrote don eventually because of a suicide attempt i tried to do in early march 2006. im over that weak moment but it is a moment i will not soon forget. i tried stabbing my self several times. i wrote about this in a poem called "clinical depression." thanks for reading. i know for those that read it will think about my condition of paralysis for those that know i am paralyzed. talk soon my friend. victor Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 16, 2009 Share Posted May 16, 2009 Amazing poem Vic. Expressed on the best way. The tone of sadness and angriness in one feeling - sounds original. And as GL said, this is so much moving poem. It provokes deep feelings and sadness my friend Aleksandra Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 16, 2009 Share Posted May 16, 2009 Hi again Victor, How glad I am that you found the old version and posted it here: "i found the old version of this poem on the sight but not the revised version. i wanted to bring it up again but forgot what words i used to say it was revised version. im too lazy to look thru pmo archive to find it lol. this is something in my mind that i wrote don eventually because of a suicide attempt i tried to do in early march 2006." (victor) Your remark here inspired me to look for an old version of my poem, This Full Moon, and I found a link to another forum, writersdoc, where I posted it in December 2007. I often rework poems and delete the old versions but your response made me realize how a first write can still have something to go back to. I've learned something from you, which I hope to continue. Thank you, goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted May 16, 2009 Share Posted May 16, 2009 I remember this powerful piece, Victor. I like the uncertainty here: Will I meet God's angels or see demons in disgrace in this nightmare ... and the bitterness and anger expressed in these lines: I want to die so leave me alone and stop preaching your love to me well wishers. Walk out the door of my life for I could really give a dam ignorant ones. I want to die because of my paralysis and suffering. Don’t stop me by telling me it will all be ok. It won’t, screw you. I hate you so much ... This line hits hard: Don't you know angels don't exist there is only hell to me in this reality .... Thanks for bringing this one back. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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