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Tell Me What Death is Like

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So, a lot of my poems are somewhat spontaneous. Usually, I’ll think of a central idea, and sort of just go from there. This one, however, was inspired by a song called “I’m Sorry” by Joyner Lucas. Its a great, song and I would highly recommend checking it out. The song focuses on the suicide of one of Joyner’s friends, and how it affected both his friend and himself. Its been one of my favorite songs for a while now, and it has given me a lot of inspiration, so I thought I would use that inspiration to write a poem based on that song.

For a while, I have wondered about the status of mortality:
What does it mean to be alive?
Is it simply to be filled with blood and have a pulse,
or is it more?
But more so I have wondered what death is like.
I do not know if ghosts or spirits roam the earth eternally,
or if angels often come down from the heavens to check on the living,
but if they did I would ask them to tell me what death is like:
Is it the problematic dichotomy of heaven and hell?
Is it a maze of rivers and guardians of lost souls?
Does death exist like darkness, surrounding the conscious and suffocating it?
Is death all of those things?
Do people experience death the way we all seem to deal with life: by retreating
into the worlds, we feel most comfortable in?
I do not know what death is like, but I am often tempted to find out.

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Do Not Stand and Watch Your Own Demise

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No special intro this time, just something that was spur of the moment and thought turned out fairly well.

When the light in your eyes starts to fade,
and the source grows ever distant,
when the green in the grass becomes a pale gray,
and the blue sky goes black,
when the hole in your heart widens,
and won’t stop growing,
remember to move.
Get up, and move.
Throw your hands around like gravity doesn’t exist,
jump like you know you can touch the sun,
and bask in the glory you know you will have someday.

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Untitled, or not, I’m not sure

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A poem about titles, because why not. Here ya go:

When I thought about what to write for this poem,
I didn’t start with a title.
Despite this being my usual working style, something told me to forgo it.
Titles are often just short summaries, a fraction of a fraction.
They can tell you everything, and nothing.
In that regard, they’re quite useless, aren’t they?
Titles also make us think about what it is we’re about to read, watch, etc.
For example, the title “Death of a salesman” might get us thinking, both in a literal
and figurative way.
People make judgments based off of titles, and no matter how often you tell somebody
“Don’t judge a book by its cover,” it won’t change the fact that its a lot easier to read the
cliff notes version than a whole book.
Most often when I think of titles, I think of what the author thinks of that thing.
It is easy to engage with a piece of art and come away with a completely different
idea of the work than even the author, similar to how everyone jumping into a pool
will always have a slightly different splash, or maybe a very different splash.
Titles are often the rival of expectations, and much like a pool, expectations can often be
surface level, until you splash further down.

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Tragedy/Comedy

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Welcome, weebs and authors alike, to The Aniwriter.

For this post, I wrote a poem focusing on the similarities in tragedy and comedy. Enjoy!

I think one thing can be considered at least partially true is the link between Tragedy and Comedy.
Whether we like it or not, they are two sides of the same broken coin.
Tragedy is almost always followed by a nervous, hysterically laughter.
Comedy is often times laughing at the misery of others.
This same phenomenon exists in the theory I have about rape jokes: No one really tells them because they think it will be funny. They tell them because violence is a lot easier to deal with when you can project it onto others.
In some ways, a suicide note is really just a stand-up routine in which the joke is always a bullet to the head.
Shakespear never wrote a tragedy without someone playing the fool, because he knew it would be too much to bear.
When we talk about Comedy and Tragedy, what we really mean is that laughing and crying aren’t so dissimilar.

Sorry to drop something a little heavier out of nowhere, but what do you guys think of this one? Let me know in the comments below. Also, if you want to support the Aniwriter through donations or are just feeling generous, consider buying me a coffee on Ko-Fi. Otherwise, thanks for reading and bye for now, Friendos!

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The Comet

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Welcome, weebs and authors alike, to The Aniwriter.

Today, a poem titled “The Comet.” Enjoy!

The night sky shines beautifully.
The moon glimmers and brings light to the dark.
But, while the stars clash, blasting their light at one another, somebody else arrives.
Like a dance through cluttered terrain of the clashing stars, in comes the comet.
This rare specimen makes its presence known, gallantly gliding into the center of attention.
The comet sticks around only for a little bit, then retreats.
Just as quickly as it came in it leaves, with the stars and the moon all having felt its presence.
Sometimes, I wish I could be a lot more like the comet.

What do you guys think of this one? I know my poems have been a little bit shorter lately, but that’s largely because of a lack of inspiration. Let me know in the comments below. Also, if you want to support the Aniwriter through donations or are just feeling generous, consider buying me a coffee on Ko-Fi. Otherwise, thanks for reading and bye for now, Friendos!

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Across Universes

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There is a prominent idea in science that states that universe is actually made up of multiple universes.
Each new universe we create is filled with the decisions we did or did not, will and will not make.
Every new universe means there is always a new what if that plays out an entirely different way.
It is not crazy to think that in this infinitesimally vast amount of universes, there is one in which the stars exploded and killed us all.
If there was ever a question about ending up in a universe without you, then I might have to make the stars explode.
There is a scientific theory that states that all matter expanded outward from a singular point.
I have always wondered whether or not the Big Bang Theory and the Multiverse theory we’re mutually exclusive.
If there was ever a universe in which you did not exist because the perfect combination of cosmic dust did float into the same orbit, then I would collect it all and put you together myself.

It is crazy to think that I could live without you at all. Solitude would only bring me closer to my heat death.

 

Inspired by: Orange

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Sharing My Favorite Slam Poems

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Watching Slam Poetry has been one of my favorite past times as of late. Even when the emotions run high, they always calm me down and give me a new sense of inspiration, not only to write but to think about things that I otherwise would not have. Here are some of my personal favorites as of late.

Ressurection by Dylan Garity

In this poem, Dylan Garity talks about how there are many stories that go untold, and that some of those untold stories come from his own family, like his grandfather who worked in a factory and ended up losing a limb in unsafe conditions. It reminds me a lot of my own work in journalism, and how finding untold stories is always a top priority.

Grandpa Millenial by RJ Walker

What I love about this poem is how deceptively beautiful it is. It starts out on a humorous note, from the perspective of a Millenial grandparent in the future looking back on the past with their grandchild. However, over the course of the poem, it becomes about something more serious: Depression. “In those days, more soldiers killed themselves than died in combat.” It rings with a sad level of truth, the truth about our lack of mental health that is plaguing people without a way for them to get help.

Just Take a Shower by Jared Singer

I’ve never had a friend commit suicide, but Jared Singer’s performance shows that he certainly does. The way he expresses the pain of losing a friend comes across as absolutely genuine, and the idea of a shower representing the ability to move forward is a very interesting metaphor. This made me tear up the first time I saw it.

If I Was Your God by Dave McAlinden

This one comes across as a bit more random, but still brings some interesting wordplay and writing that stings together the ideas in the piece enough to be good. Definitely not the best one here, but still worth taking a look at. McAlinden seems like a fun poet, and I would willing to bet he has more like it.

Rigged Game by Dylan Garity

Another great piece by Garity, “Rigged Game” talks about how students in ELA courses often suffer because of the school not being able to teach those students in their native language. It also tackles this topic from the perspective of his teacher who is an ELA teacher. Something topical and important, which is a common theme in a lot of Garity’s work.

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Remembering That Sunsets Die

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I remember one day I was riding home in a vehicle I can no longer describe as working.
The ethics bowl regional championship was over and Hardin Valley Academy won,
but I was lost.
I gave my teammate jack a ride home that day.
We didn’t know each other that well, so I guess you could say there were two strangers
in that car.
If only life was as simple as bracing for impact every time you were going to lose.
Unfortunately, Jump scares only work because you don’t know when they’re coming.
I dropped Jack off, and I honestly didn’t know what to do.
Everyone was at my Grandma’s, but I wasn’t even sure I was on this planet.
The sunset overhead reminded me that everything ends.
I paused in fear, not knowing whether or not I should keep breathing.
It might have been easier that way, cause at least with suffocation you’re body can tell you when you’re about to give in.
Saying Ignorance is Bliss felt like saying the earth is flat: not true.
Bliss would have been knowing my Grandmother was going to wake up the next morning.
Bliss would have been feeling her small, fragile frame around my arms and her breath on my neck.
Bliss would have been sign that my fear was unfounded,
that my worries were worthless,
that my heavy breathing was just because I’m out of shape.
Ignorance was not a luxury I could afford,
and the next day I was reminded that sunsets only last a few hours before fading into darkness.