Please release me from the pain

    Please release my soul from shame

Please don't hold me with your heart

    Please just smile as we part

Please allow me to move on

    Please don't grieve when I am gone

Please give back my breath and life

    Please untwist this hungry knife

Please detangle limbs from mine

    Please unblock and let me shine

Please unlock the chains of fate

    Please don't let it end in hate

Please give my heart back it's beat

    Please don't melt me in your heat

Please don't swallow all of me

    Please know we can't ever be

Please just plaster on a smile

    Please don't place my heart on trial

Please let me believe you're fine

    Please unlock your skin from mine

Please run far and don't look back

    Please don't leave behind a track

Please find love that you are due

    Please see how I'm killing you

Please let go so we are free

    Please give myself 

            back 

                   to 

                        me.

I breathe in and devour you whole

Your eyes begin to take a toll

You slip inside and cut me to shred

Til you unearth all that is dead

Entangled in our sweet resolve

We coax each other to evolve

You spin and throw your only hook

I am caught just like a crook

I fight and thrash, try to be free

But you have stolen it from me

Freedom now a distant dream

As you twist and make me scream

Caught in my throat like hard candy

Making it so hard to breathe

When I do, I breathe your fumes

My lungs bleed while my soul exumes

If I am the day, you are the night

If you are the black, I am the white

You can't have one without the other

I guess that's why we have each other.

Original Poem....

Suicides Argument

Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no

No question was asked me--it could not be so!

If the life was the question, a thing sent to try

And to live on be YES; what can NO be? to die.

NATURE'S ANSWER

Is't returned, as 'twas sent? Is't no worse for the wear?

Think first, what you ARE! Call to mind what you WERE!

I gave you innocence, I gave you hope,

Gave health, and genius, and an ample scope,

Return you me guilt, lethargy, despair?

Make out the invent'ry; inspect, compare!

Then die—if die you dare!

My rewrite....

Suicide's Argument:

Was I given the choice to be born?

No one asked me and this I scorn

Was life just a question, something to try?

If I said no, would it mean I would die?

Nature's Answer:

I gave you a gift, 

    you aren't worse for the wear

Do you know what you are 

    or recall what you were?

Ive given you innocence, 

    life, and hope

Intelligence, health, and 

    plenty of scope

You repay me with guilt, 

    laziness, despair?

Why don't you take some notes 

    and compare?

Once you've done this, 

    I don't care

Go ahead and do it. 

    Die if you dare!

I told you to go, 

    should have begged you to stay

The death that I face somehow 

    got in the way

When you walked out 

    my heart couldn't beat

When the door closed couldn't 

    stay on my feet

Now I am left here to alone 

    face the end

Something I should not face 

    without my best friend

I may have months and 

    I may even have years

Without you my time left is 

    tainted with tears

Why I couldn't pour out the 

    truth in your ear

Was caused by my ego and 

    rooted in fear

Your love was all that I 

    had to stay sane

The only thing I had to help 

    me face the pain

I told you that my love had 

    come to an end

To save you the horror of 

    death you would tend

Was it so selfish to spare 

    you the mourn?

Was it my right not to 

    leave you forlorn?

If you knew the truth would I 

    burn from the flame

Of the heat of your wrath 

    as you scream out my name?

When I am gone and my 

    soul is set free

I hope you find peace and 

    beg you forgive me.

(For all who are terminally ill and choosing to face it alone... You don't have to.)

Thank you for loving me 

    no matter what

Thank you for following 

    your internal gut

Thank you for being 

    the man you should be

Thank you for always 

    believing in me

Thank you for being my 

    most faithful fan

Thank you for letting me 

    know that I can

Thank you for backing me 

    up every day

Thank you for not making me 

    feel in the way

Thank you for knowing 

    that I wouldn't lie

Thank you for your arms

    at night when I cry

Thank you for the strength of 

    your love for me

Thank you for enduring 

    my weird mystery

Thank you for knowing 

    the me that I am

Thank you for ignoring 

    the outsider's sham

Thank you for forgiving 

    my stupidity

Thank you because 

    without you I'm not me.

Dying Innocence

I'm frantically looking

    but can't seem to find

That child within me,

    she just wants to hide

Horrors and fears and

    monsters and tears

It's really no wonder

    she rarely appears

It's a not - so - fun game

    of sick hide - n - seek

When I do find her

    she seems more and more weak

I know she is dying,

    I feel it at core

I've tried so many cures,

    even tried the sea shore

I miss her laughter,

    her fresh look at life

I miss her sparkle

    before the cruel knife

She is my favorite

    version of me

The one that is dying

    every day endlessly

I do all that I can

    to stave off her death

After all, she is a child

    so precious her breath

It started so early,

    doomed right from birth

When cancerous voices told

    how little her worth

She has lived through the pain

    of an abusive mom

She has fought through depression

    that lasts all year long

Her hopeful eyes have

    stayed open wide

When men who have claimed love

    have shown their dark side

Rejection and failure,

    she's familiar with that

The other day in her arms

    lay her dying cat

I try every day to see

    life through her eyes

That those eyes are closing

    is not a surprise

She has fought hard,

    valiant, and strong

She shouldn't have to die,

    it just feels so wrong

But that is the nature

    of her precious breed

Innocence dies no matter

    how strong the seed.

.....

This second poem was posted here not long ago...

.....

Innocent

I am innocent

    I'm only two

        I can't even tie my shoe

I've been beaten black and blue

But I am innocent at only two

I am innocent

    I just turned five

        I'm really lucky to be alive

Very familiar with the knives

But I am innocent at barely five

I am innocent

    I am eight

        I learned how to masturbate

The boy next door

So he'd open the door

I am innocent at only eight

I am innocent

    I'm just eleven

         I can take my uncle to heaven

He's been teaching me since I was seven

I am innocent at just eleven

I am innocent

    I am sixteen

         I want to be a beauty queen

I always vomit my meals in between

I am innocent at sixteen

I am innocent

    I'm twenty three

        Hooked on meth and can't break free

Into the future I no longer see

I am innocent at twenty three

I am not innocent

    Not anymore

         I've never felt any love before

Everyone opens then slams the door

I am not innocent anymore

(The second poem, Innocent, is one I have previously posted, so I hope it's okay that I used it for this challenge. It fit so well. It was a bit hard to reach the 500 word minimum, I must admit, which was making me crazy because I had just written that poem not long ago! So, hoping it doesn't disqualify me..)

Enraptured by your descent

Of consciousness and exhaustion

Beneath twilight's destruction

Into a renewed dawn's breath

Anticipation gleans my

Fixation upon your resting

Senses, leaving steadily

Our realm of shameless madness

Into another, far beyond

My grasp, my failing reach

Could that I join you there

Would we ever wake from sleep?

Now I await your sudden

Exhalation and brightened shift

Like a cloud burst with sun

Rupturing through the mist

For your mirth is my mirth

Repurposed and repossessed

And what haunts your health

Shares my shadow--kindred to death.

  Once there was a poet girl who wrote her heart out on a site called theprose.com. She had made a friend on this site.. well many actually, but there was one in particular who never failed to make her laugh and/or feel good about herself and her talent. He read and commented on everything she posted and called her a mentor and muse.

A chance to show her appreciation came along in the form of a challenge. The challenge was to write on the style of another Proser as a tribute to them.

The poetess decided it was the ideal opportunity. She began reading through his posts, the ones she hadn't read yet, so she could get an idea as to what to write. She read and read, laughing and smiling at his quirky sense of humor and his unique imagination. She was already familiar with his style and figured, how hard could it be?

Well, the poor girl found out exactly how hard it could be. She wracked her brain trying to come up with something quirky, short, and entertaining, possibly funny, definitely touching, maybe with some kind of lesson, could be a true story, maybe fiction, probably fiction that sounds like it's a true story... and totally unique with his twinkling sense of humor.

She realized she had taken on a much more difficult task than she had anticipated.

After two days of wracking her brain, starting and abandoning about 20 stories that just didn't do him justice, she finally decided instead to do what she does best.

She wrote him a little poem:

A favorite writer of mine on Prose

Can see pretty far past the end of his nose

He never fails to entertain

While teaching a lesson of being humane

He makes me laugh attempting a rhyme

Well, he makes me laugh almost every time

He writes a post for us to read

He plants a healthy, kind hearted seed

Sir Yankeedoodle, you've quite a noodle

Please don't ever cease to doodle

I'm sure the rest of our friends will agree

Your magical pen makes me so happy!

And that was what she posted as a tribute to her friend, hoping he would know how very appreciated he is.

The End.

Well, I'm game. Does this mean I'm brave? Yes! I think it does. 

  I put a tune to my favorite poem, The Tyger by William Blake, while I was in the shower one day. This is how it turned out. My voice is not for singing, but I figured it can't hurt... much...

Here is The Tyger performed acapella by me. If your ears begin to have a burning sensation please stop the recording immediately and hit the back button on your browser.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8_lRzgbgzBxVDgteVdPN1FRaEE/view?usp=drivesdk