{"sf1_id":117319,"sf2_id":"4nA5RzMn","title":"Random Poetry 1","author":"Seiji Hashimotto","words":444,"posted_at":"2010-01-05T21:41:00.000Z","tags":["Death","M/M","Suicide"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/117319-random-poetry-1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/4nA5RzMn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/4e/69/4e69feba-0c47-4a5e-bbce-80b3cc2f5683","description":"#1 of Random Poetry","content":"Hello everyone. I've decided to post some of my poetry that I randomly write, hance the name. I'll be doing this whenever I have the urge to write, and it comes out in the form of a poem. I'll always post them in twos or threes though, so it's not just some random thing thats uber short.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nKeep in mind that what I write is not always what I feel. For example, in the poems top follow, there is death, and it makes me look suicidal, but I'm not. Repeat, I'M NOT SUICIDAL!!! SO, how much do you want to bet that someone is going to PM me and ask if I'm feeling alright? Also, Rio, DO NOT READ THESE!! And if you do, these are NOT about you. To be honest, I've never felt this way, done any of this, or had this done to me, I just had a random urge to write these.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nSo without further adu, here they are.\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n**What he did to me.**\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhy are you waiting?\n\nCan't you see I'm bleeding?\n\nOh please,\n\nsave me...\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI need your help now,\n\nI'm drowning in my own blod.\n\nPlease,\n\ncome recue me...\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI don't understand it.\n\nI was there when you needed me.\n\nNow you stand there and watch me bleed!\n\nWhy are you doing this to me?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI'm slowly fading,\n\nI can feel the life leaving me.\n\nOh God help,\n\nis he turning to leave?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nFIne, leave me to die.\n\nI'll haunt your ass,until you fry,\n\nin Hell,\n\nfor standing there and watching me bleed,\n\nwith this knife sticking out of me...\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nON second thought,\n\nwasn't it he,\n\nwho pluged this knife into me?\n\nThe one who stopped me heart\n\nfrom beating the life through me?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n**What he did to me. (Aftermath)**\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI can hear something dripping,\n\nmaking a \"plop\" sound in the pudle it falls to.\n\nThe silence is so loud, it buzzs in my ears.\n\nThen a boom, and my door comes crashing down.\n\nLight floods the room like a tsunami crashing into the shore.\n\nSomething touches my wrist, and I hiss at the sudden stinging.\n\nThen... nothing...\n\nTHe daylight fades to night. I can hear a fire crackle nearby...\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIf you were wondering, or haven't figured it out, the \"I\" in the second poem is the murderer in the first poem after he realizes what he has done.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nSo, any comments? I know they're are a tad on the dark side, but thats where i do my best work. As you know, any and all comments are appreciated.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}