Lost Souls

November 15, 2010
By BamaBelle17 GOLD, Tucson, Arizona
BamaBelle17 GOLD, Tucson, Arizona
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Favorite Quote:
Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you’re really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners o the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I’ve got a few missing. It’s okay though, because I’ve got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation so when I meet some one who’s an 8-color type… I’m like “hey girl, magenta!” and she’s like “Oh you mean purple!” and she goes off on her purple thing, and I’m like, “No, I want magenta!” –John Mayer


What I see is what holds me back
I know in this area I lack.
What I know I how to overcome
Even though its hard to some.
What I hear are the voices
Screaming out above the noises.
What I smell is the decay
Of all that death has eaten away.
What I touch is a child’s tears
Grown up in too short of years.
What I taste is the burnt ashes of a fire
Set ablaze with hate as one’s desire.
Passion filled
Passion killed.
A ticking time bomb waiting to explode
Their life has led them to implode.
No one can help them finish the story untold
That which was once filled with treasures of gold.
Now in this time
We bring to mind
All the lost souls who have taken their lives as tolls
And never got to finish their dreams and life goals.

The author's comments:
This poem just really speaks my mind about suicide. I know several people who commited suicide and it really wears on the soul.

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