Obituary of My Soul
This challenge should wake up the dead. If you had to write your souls obituary what would it say? Your challenge is to copy your souls emotions and paste it on the paper. I look forward to reading your writes on this topic.
Vicky is a rebel writer. She does not confine herself to a certain flow, but instead she lets her soul bleed when she connects her pen to the paper. She is very passionate about writing and doesnt consider herself a “poet or a writer” but more a “Flowet”.
This was very powerful Vicky. I love the passion on this joint. Welcome to the LAB.
David
October 3, 2011 at 12:05 pm
Isnt it crazy how this went down… It was meant to be… Thanks David…
October 4, 2011 at 5:09 am
This is the hottest piece I’ve read in a long time! Mad, mad props Vicky!
October 4, 2011 at 5:28 am
Absolutely!!!!! Awesome!!!!! Vicky you definitely have a gift and i love your flow girl. So proud of you. I love it. Keep it up. Your girl from way back. Juana
October 4, 2011 at 6:14 am
i really love that piece vicky and what a fun challenge i will be back
October 3, 2011 at 12:14 pm
Obituary of My Soul
By David Cardenas
I’m burning; I am on fire yearning
For a chance to breath; it’s concerning
I want to claw out my skin and rise up
From where I begin to when I dry up
Who I was? I was kind, loving, caring
Evil, untrusting, unusual and sharing
I am an enigma, jumping over the flat line
I’ve tried to add magic during those bad times
Stare at my laugh line, see where I’ve been
Where I went; where I divulged in sin
Life has eluded me in the flesh, yet
I have been faithful to all my regrets
Stretched my hands past the whiskers of the reaper
Laid in bed with the creator and my Keeper
My vessel, he still lives, but I’m breaking
I am fragmented into a billion pieces shaking
Frail, I am trying my damnest to understand
Why I could I never be more then a guide to the hand
So…
Here I lie, unknown and never really loved
Wishing for a chance to live and rise above
Bidding you farewell and goodbye
Remember me, please… when I die
See, where I’m going, I can not take it back
Please stop the cameras now and fade to black
October 3, 2011 at 12:53 pm
awesome job d
October 3, 2011 at 1:27 pm
Thanks Liz. Can’t wait to read yours.
🙂
David
October 3, 2011 at 2:49 pm
Ciph, This is a grand tale of losing oneself… I fel it.. I love the topic
October 3, 2011 at 1:31 pm
Thanks and thanks. I was fortunate to get Vicky to rep it.
David
October 3, 2011 at 2:48 pm
Yo… you killed it… Ha ha… I am an enigma jumping over the flatline… stop… I inspired that… Stretched my hands past the whiskers of the reaper
Laid in bed with the creator and my Keeper
My Hero… LOL
October 4, 2011 at 5:08 am
Thanks Vicky… I”m just trying to keep up wit you.
Mad respect.
David
October 4, 2011 at 2:26 pm
You never disappoint brother! Love the flow and the perspective it was written in. Awesome piece!
October 4, 2011 at 6:11 am
I appreciate it Ryan. I’m waiting for you to spill some ink brother.
David
October 4, 2011 at 9:10 am
Vicky, I know this tale all to well… When you feel like the person your were was replaced and you did not know where they wnet. I love the depth in this.. Truly inpiring.
October 3, 2011 at 1:29 pm
Obituary of the Soul
The Obituary read:
Nas Browne (Solo Soldier), Born May 1975
Although he still breathes, April 6, 1998, was the day that he died.
Father of his poetry, related to ink that flowed from his pen
Sad to see that pain and trouble pushed him to his end
He was full of radiance, optimism was the mantra of his life
On this dark day, love permanently sliced him deep, removed his light
It ripped at his soul, carved a way dreams and tormented his brain,
Sent his hopes crashing in a blaze of glory, incinerated his heart in flames
He lays within the ashes of crushed memories and a future devoid dreams
Never to live again, under the false pretense of life’s crooked schemes
A good man lost, under the pressure of social acceptances that could never be
But from the flames arose an essence of what this tattered heart was meant to see
From pain rises strength, from hurt, healing is set forth into life’s mix
No sting can harm him, for Solo Soldier was no more he was reborn B£@CK PĦ¤€ŊĨX!
Just as the legacy of the Phoenix, he rise higher, through each and every heartache
Never to fold under the living turmoil that love brings and life makes……..
October 3, 2011 at 2:31 pm
Brilliantly written. I love the story telling and the build up on this one brother.
David
October 3, 2011 at 2:47 pm
Thak you sir…. I love this topi..
October 3, 2011 at 5:21 pm
i really like this bp
October 3, 2011 at 3:04 pm
Thank Ypu Mizz Fab…
October 3, 2011 at 5:21 pm
Rise of the Phoenix!!! Down but never out… Im feeling your take on the subject… Awesome…
October 4, 2011 at 5:04 am
You definitely mastered the topic with this Black Phoenix, great piece, excellent ending!
October 4, 2011 at 6:13 am
i never thought i’d do it
murder was never on my mind
but i was sick of my dwellings
(it was always so dark and scary inside)
and the exits had all been shut
i never thought i could do it
break down the walls and destroy
what i had helped build
took a knife
to each memory
as my soul sat there with a lifeless expression
wondering what it did
had it not made me a home
when the world had thrown me away
went to war
battling all my demons
what was i doing
it was like killing my best friend
the one person i could depend on
when i couldn’t even depend on myself
tears flowing from my eyes
as i said my final goodbyes
lit the dynamite
no evidence would be left
now just start over
rebuild
turn the pieces into something
so i could break her down again
October 3, 2011 at 3:03 pm
YOWSERS! Mizz FAb… This piece is dynomite.. truly explosive
October 3, 2011 at 5:22 pm
Yes, yes, yes. Very powerful. Sometimes you have to tear down a building to make a better foundation and THEEEN rebuild. Wonderfully done.
David
October 3, 2011 at 10:44 pm
Blow up the spot MizzFab!!! I love your POV… Mad Love for you Queen!!
October 4, 2011 at 4:41 am
Your words hit home Mizz Fab, another piece with an ending that pulls together the whole piece, excellent write!
October 4, 2011 at 6:16 am
Vicky …. wow, your piece is on hit! can relate so well. fire pen for sure! xo
October 3, 2011 at 3:56 pm
Isn’t it crazy that we can appreciate the thought… but the reality is that people are intentional in their blatant disregard for a person they claim to care for… dont get me started… It still hurts…
October 4, 2011 at 4:57 am
Vickie this is amazing I loved it
October 4, 2011 at 2:06 am
I appreciate the love…
October 4, 2011 at 4:44 am
From the Ashes
You have crucified my heart with your deadly words
My soul cries for understanding of you but they fall on your dead heart
I thought you was my happy but all you bring is sadness
They say falling in love is heaven like but they don’t tell you how to stay there.
There was a time when all I could do is think of you the thought of you was the trigger for me to breathe the thought if you use to bring a smile the thought of you was my security. I feel safer now with a gun cocked to my head than I do with you. Walking around like a corpse not living for my self. All I see is a faded shadow of who I used to be. The pain in my head followed by blood pouring from my nose. I had to say enough is enough the hold you have on me is gone I cant let the stress keep me stressed.
Like a Phoenix I will rise from the ashes and let my tears heal my soul. I will banish the death grip you had on my heart. True I had a moment of uncertainty that nearly tore me apart. I regained my composure and I see the rainbow after the storm. I’m taking my energy and heart some where its loving and warm.
October 4, 2011 at 2:35 am
Very powerful and uplifting Chas. Awesome write. Welcome to the LAB.
David
October 4, 2011 at 3:08 am
I feel you… its beautifully sad… I kist want to give you a hug… peace
October 4, 2011 at 4:51 am
Very deep and emotional, nice write Chas
October 4, 2011 at 6:18 am
1 word DEEP! you got a gift with words
October 4, 2011 at 5:57 am
All I got to say is YOU THE SHIT!!!
October 23, 2011 at 3:35 pm
The Final Farewell
Clutching tighter and tighter as excruciatingly breaking away
cause of my destruction divided consequently i pay
Day-Christmas 2000 under the bridge where he resides
Cannon in his hand Three life taking tries
Emotionally broken tattered voice covered in lies
physically ridden exploding pain followed by guttural cries
And that marked the day that my soul passed away
And it Sings
if only he was shown some love
his heart wouldn’t have to break
if he only had some one to hug
then his life he wouldn’t contemplate
He thought he could end it with ease
but on that last click he dropped to his knees
And He Cries
Lord why save you know what i desire
im tired of this how can three misfire
you heard my cries and you know my pain
you seen my tears I grow tired of this rain
As he finally collapses no longer fighting the feeling
His soul being ripped while hes crying appealing
He hated to leave livin in his own hell
And all he had left was this Final Farewell
January 26, 2012 at 4:57 pm