Ha, so bored... I am guessing if you are reading this, you're on my blog * Thank you captain obvious* but also, i am guessing you can see the poems i have managed you juice out, through the pulp that clogs my brain. I love poems, i have my English teacher to thank for that.
They paint pictures that books and movies cant do for you, they allow for your own meanings of words to take you to a place where you have a twisted type of control over something that's been created for you. They place feelings in you, that no normal conversation can do, and as an average emotional teen, i guess this is important.
The only problem about poems its finding a target market, because reading poems it a very " Open-minded sport ", therefor, trying to draw interest from someone into a poem, becomes a rather difficult task. This is where i think its taken to another level, subliminally. Perhaps the idea of Creating a poem that will attract 'everyone', is to talk about something that everyone has in common, and well i guess that can only be death. * kinda dark, i know... but its true *. This is where people de-tour from this kind of reading material.
From my experience with the human race, its apparent that people do not enjoy reading about the inevitable, like Global warming, or another John Farnam tour. Rather they tend to gobble up anything that's got an award ceremony for a little kid who saved 10 burning puppies from a crack whore who was going to kill 13 hostages in a Maccas in a predominant aboriginal community.
Anything we, as loving and caring humans, can find to make us feel good is worth reading about, and well, death isn't one of said topics. Thus making poems about death unattractive.
WHERE AS.... I find myself drawn to poems about death * no, fuck off, i know what your thinking.* I tend to see death as not so much of an end of life, but mealy a buzz kill. One way this comes across is through music, from artist both alive and dead.
Take for instance Elvis, his music and fame lived on, well after his death, if not more so... Thus saying that his death was not the "complete" end to his career, just a rather fat and sweaty, drug filled, speed hump. (although Elvis did not write any poems, i am guessing there would at least have to be one out there, and if not... message me, and ill write one.)
I guess you could say, i appreciate death, and i understand it, as part of life.
Fuck the world.
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