September 10, 2011
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It is said that right before death,
when breathing is all but gone,
our bodies starts to gasp
opening our mouths as wide as possible,
popping the jaws if necessary,
and sucking in air so hard
as to pull the atmosphere into the lungs.
It’s not enough.

Sometimes the gasps continue
even after the heartbeat ceases.
It’s our bodies’ last stand,
trying to trick Death into
seeing life where life is not.

Pretending to be alive,
our stretched lips mouth:
kiss me,
kiss me,
I swear I’m not dead.
I promise I’m not.

How eagerly we would like for
Death to believe us.
But he is a shrewd man,
and as he kisses us,
he whispers: “Liar”.

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SecretFlame said...
Sept. 25, 2011 at 3:03 pm
I love how you based an entire poem on one word and formed the perfect descriptions for it! The stanzas were all done well, and the ending was terrific! Word choice was strong and you added a new word to my vocabulary! This was wonderful! The ending was my favorite part!
Jade_Nite said...
Sept. 23, 2011 at 4:36 pm
WOW... thats realy good
leaveastorybehind replied...
Sept. 23, 2011 at 4:47 pm
hey thanks! that means a lot to me.
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