This is the final part of a four part series dealing heavily with acid. I've yet to write pt.1. If I get good review or if people want me to I might post the other parts. Already got alotta comments and revisions but feel free to rip apart anyway. these acid ties have perished the flame we once sparked now burns us whole the gunshot, my dear, was not beautiful I am not a martyr, simply another walking corpse your back turned, soft eyes turned to the heavens you crucified me with your cuddle cigarrette burns for tattoos they aren't markers of alcohol, they're omens of death and when I visitted Oz for the hundreth time I realized my miracles were simply accidents my sainthood denounced by my pope, my beacon my reality, maybe normalcy was best you? you're the apostle and me? I'm Jesus Christ and our love? it was the Bible unforgiving and hypocritical foreighn and strange tonight I set myself ablaze with the effigies a smoke signal to future generations warning them that this holocaust is not love that this pigeon is not a dove
Cheesy as hell. Cliche after cliche...bleh. If you really are planning on committing suicide I suggest you try writing something less crappy first. But seriously, you aren't going to kill yourself, are you?
For me the topic is cliche. I didn't feel like the wording was terribly cliche, so I don't know if Andy was referring to the specific phrases or just the message as a whole.
Well the title is cliched to bits. I just think it'd be great to know what PARTS are cliched. The topic discussed in the poem isn't even suicide.
I was just being a cynical asshole. Maybe it was the title that got to me. I'm by no means a writer so maybe you should ignore me. Reading it again, it is quite interesting but I guess the style just doesn't appeal to me.
