Life/Death

by Grotesque Angel   Oct 2, 2005


Life is death but death isn't life,
life is harsh leading to death,
but death is tranquil,
death is a release,
life is a prison a trap,
to try and force you to pretend,
but never shall I fall,
never shall I die,
my legacy will live forever,
and so shall yours,
my darling

© Copyright 2005 By: Grotesque Angel

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  • 18 years ago

    by WakingFreedom

    It was good.....i liked it......keep up the good work =) Love Me, Hug Me, Then Kill Me

  • 18 years ago

    by President Dead

    Rhyme isn't important in poetry the slightest bit, sure it helps at times but it is not needed to write great poetry.
    I like the way you've wrote this, godd job.

  • 18 years ago

    by Wings Of Flames

    He he pison. . .
    you cant spell
    for me it didn't seem to rhym at all
    So you shall continue to fall,
    In to a rhymless wall,
    Waiting waiting for someone to call. . .

    Thats how you rhym
    I dont think i spelt rhym correctly.
    meh Ill survive but its hipocritical
    I didn't vote cause i disliked it
    thanx for your comments on my work matt

  • 18 years ago

    by Grotesque Angel

    My legacy would be the fact that I fought life. and life is a pison because noone is ever free.

  • 18 years ago

    by mistressxsork

    AHHH..PEOPLE..LEAVE REAL COMMENTS!!

    Life is death but death isn't life,
    life is harsh leading to death,
    but death is tranquil,
    death is a release,
    life is a prison a trap,
    to try and force you to pretend,
    but never shall I fall,
    never shall I die,
    my legacy will live forever,
    and so shall yours,
    my darling

    ^No offence once again, but I dislike that poem. When you say life is death, but death isnt life..I agree. When you say life is a prison trap, i disagree with you. Life is what you make of it. When you say life makes you pretend..your lying to yourself. You pretend to be someone, or something- not life. You live life to the fullest, not blame your mistakes and uncertainty on Life itself. Legacys are what you make of life..so therefor you whole poem is screwed up. (No offence again) You have multiple meanings in this work. It doesnt make sense. Sorry.

    -Jennifer.

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