When I Die

by Alex Penuelas   Jun 26, 2017


When I die,
my consciousness will cease,
my body will decay,
and all of the atoms
that once made me me
will come undone;
I'll be space dust,
once again.

The wind will carry me,
and scatter me everywhere,
like dandelions lost in the wind.

Some parts will stay home,
creating new flowers
and butterflies.

Other parts will
float out through
endless space and will
take me all the way
through endless time to my new life.

I'll visit alien solar systems
and will be critical in the
creation of
new stars and galaxies.

My atoms will visit
alien planets and
all of the other life forms
that they may harbor.

And my atoms
will maybe even
reach the ends of the universe.

This journey will be
so damn poetic-
at least,
until part of me becomes
part of the materials that
Make your condoms.

Then you'll screw me over
one more time.

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  • 5 months ago

    by Ren

    I. Can't. Even.

    This is perfect on so many levels!!

    (<3)^ Click!!!

  • 5 months ago

    by deeplydesturbed

    Okay - i was completely hooked, then the end BOOM! I just burst out laughing in the office and everyone looked at me weird haha oops!

    Well done!

  • 5 months ago

    by Thomas

    Man... the entire poem you had me appreciating how "damn poetic" everything was, the language, the excellent imagery, and BAM! That ending. What a fascinating write with a completely unexpected twist-ending. Quality stuff!

  • 5 months ago

    by mossgirl19

    Seriously, I am like in a floating mode then suddenly fell to the ground with the ending! Isn't this clever? Alex, of all the things your atoms can go into, this idea here is crazy - in a good way! Got me right there. :-)

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