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The first time I died,
I was five years old.
My father, tired of my crying,
threw me against my bedroom wall.
I felt my breath leave my lungs as I fell to the floor.
I feared death then,
It's icy grip, around my throat.
Choking me, stopping the air.
My head pounding, begging for blood, begging for life.
My mother killed me next,
It was a car accident.
Not her fault, but the result was the same.
Flying thru the cabin, and into the glass.
Time stood still, and then I was gone.
When I was in High School, things took a turn for the worse.
I died on a dare, Drowning that time.
An auto accident, my friend driving drunk.
A jealous boyfriend. I can't remember them all.
They begin to fade after a time.
A few years ago, a motorcycle crash.
Some deer in the road, pain before all went black.
Suicide next, when my life was a mess.
It's surprising how easy it comes and it goes.
The fear that you felt when your young, no more.
The Buddah says, there is no past, and no future,
They do not exist. All that we have is right now.
It is the only life there is.
I wonder why then, I remember them all,
Why these scars on my body.
this pain in my mind, persists.
I wonder if it will always be?
or does it ever end?
Maybe that is what he meant.
I was five years old.
My father, tired of my crying,
threw me against my bedroom wall.
I felt my breath leave my lungs as I fell to the floor.
I feared death then,
It's icy grip, around my throat.
Choking me, stopping the air.
My head pounding, begging for blood, begging for life.
My mother killed me next,
It was a car accident.
Not her fault, but the result was the same.
Flying thru the cabin, and into the glass.
Time stood still, and then I was gone.
When I was in High School, things took a turn for the worse.
I died on a dare, Drowning that time.
An auto accident, my friend driving drunk.
A jealous boyfriend. I can't remember them all.
They begin to fade after a time.
A few years ago, a motorcycle crash.
Some deer in the road, pain before all went black.
Suicide next, when my life was a mess.
It's surprising how easy it comes and it goes.
The fear that you felt when your young, no more.
The Buddah says, there is no past, and no future,
They do not exist. All that we have is right now.
It is the only life there is.
I wonder why then, I remember them all,
Why these scars on my body.
this pain in my mind, persists.
I wonder if it will always be?
or does it ever end?
Maybe that is what he meant.
Literature
My Quiet Home
I find comfort in silence
Hope in the unknown
I love the feeling of stillness
The feeling of being alone
That's where I feel most at home
Because even when I'm around people
They still feel like they are miles away
Then the distance is all around me
But here I can be what I truly am
I can let my smile sink
And let my heart feel
This is my quiet home
A place no one else has known
Literature
Quiet
One day
I woke up to the sound of breaking.
The fire was outside my window
And the smoke streamed in over my head
And the sirens, oh, the sirens
The red and the blue and the red reflected
On grey and black and grey and death.
I thought about how my heart
Had ached and my lungs had burned
And I closed my eyes.
One day
I woke up to the sound of stillness.
The needle sunk in my wrist
And the blurriness clouded my vision
And the beeping, oh, the beeping
The red and the black and the red smeared across
The white and grey and white and nothing.
I thought about how my mind
Had ran and my muscles had atrophied
And I closed my eyes.
One day
I woke
Literature
The Journey
Beneath my skin, my veins pulse with desire
To know why I am here.
As I journey to find the answers to life,
I sail through the monotonous seas
That stretch forever beyond the horizon.
As my ship sails towards the dry land,
Mountains tower before me,
Filling me with both awe and intimidation.
But the mountains are eroding as time passes by,
Into merely fragments of what they once were.
I move my eyes and watch the glaciers
Melt slowly into rivers.
But even though they disappear,
They melt to provide water for all life on this planet.
You could say rivers are created by glaciers for a purpose.
I ponder those mountains and glac
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*This is my first critique so I'm very sorry if it doesn't make much sense*
First of all, I really love this piece. I love how we both feel very close to the person although the events seem a bit distant, and I was really intrigued by how the deaths changed everytime, and how her reaction did too as she grew up.
'The first time I died, I was five years old' really hooks you instantly and it would be hard not to want to find out what happens.
This isn't the first text I've read about dying multiple times, but it was done really well here.
Overall this is a great piece, and you managed to make me symphatize for a character in just few lines, so congratulations!