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Where We Go When We Die

May 21, 2021
By Rsnail-925 PLATINUM, Boulder, Colorado
Rsnail-925 PLATINUM, Boulder, Colorado
24 articles 6 photos 77 comments

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A story has as many versions as it has readers - Winter Of Our Discontent


Give me a clue, a hint if you will 

About where we go when we die

Is it somewhere beyond our wildest dreams,

Or somewhere within reach 

How does one know when they leave 

Do they remorse on past experiences,

Or dwell in the future?

Would you get to say goodbye to ones you love?

Or move avast forgetting of importance?

Is time irrelevant? 

Does it slip through the cracks of meaning, scattered upon a tinted pane 

Demolished into grains of sand 

Singular specks thrown into the ocean of moments 

Or perhaps, we remember our life 

Acknowledge our accomplishments for they were the very things that kept us going 

Or maybe, we have to let go 

Let our pride and predigest be thrown to the wind 

Watch them drift, as they will only be remembered by some 

A sliver of our soul might be left behind when our bodies are removed 

While they are driven in a black car or gingerly rested in a casket

Diminishing slowly left ajar

So, give me a clue a hint if you will about where we go when we die 


The author's comments:

The question of death is one of great importance, for we haven't yet found the answer. Perhaps we never will. So, that is why I wrote something to subtle my own questioning on the subject. 


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on Nov. 30 at 1:24 pm
Rsnail-925 PLATINUM, Boulder, Colorado
24 articles 6 photos 77 comments

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A story has as many versions as it has readers - Winter Of Our Discontent

Thanks Afra, appreciate it! I will definitely check out your poem.

Afra GOLD said...
on Nov. 21 at 12:36 pm
Afra GOLD, Kandy, Other
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Wow...This poem is so deep...Keep writing, buddy...

Check mine out...Vote it if you like it...
TeenInk.com/poetry/free_verse/article/1144140/True-Love

on Oct. 14 at 12:39 pm
Rsnail-925 PLATINUM, Boulder, Colorado
24 articles 6 photos 77 comments

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A story has as many versions as it has readers - Winter Of Our Discontent

Okay.

Lydiaq ELITE said...
on Oct. 11 at 8:24 pm
Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
123 articles 32 photos 911 comments

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Disappointed. I must let the disappointment pass. I will laugh and cry again. I will be kind. But missed kindness is a moment that doesn’t come back again. So be kind. That’s the only meaning of life, to love childishly, wildly, madly, and uncontrollably. You have nothing in this life. Just love crayons and wordy novels. Just love it all and love the bitter grass and love the roadside and the beer cans. Love passionately, everything and with all your heart and with no priorities, no agendas. Love freakishly and obsessively. Love, because you can’t love your way out of the lunatic asylum, but it makes it more fun to be a lunatic.
--Me

Trying reading the Bible, it has some great ideas.

on Sep. 19 at 11:44 pm
Rsnail-925 PLATINUM, Boulder, Colorado
24 articles 6 photos 77 comments

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A story has as many versions as it has readers - Winter Of Our Discontent

I currently do not practice a religion, but I am open to all ideas about anything.

Lydiaq ELITE said...
on Aug. 7 at 10:55 pm
Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
123 articles 32 photos 911 comments

Favorite Quote:
Disappointed. I must let the disappointment pass. I will laugh and cry again. I will be kind. But missed kindness is a moment that doesn’t come back again. So be kind. That’s the only meaning of life, to love childishly, wildly, madly, and uncontrollably. You have nothing in this life. Just love crayons and wordy novels. Just love it all and love the bitter grass and love the roadside and the beer cans. Love passionately, everything and with all your heart and with no priorities, no agendas. Love freakishly and obsessively. Love, because you can’t love your way out of the lunatic asylum, but it makes it more fun to be a lunatic.
--Me

Do you believe in God?