Suicide of Andras

Thank you MaryAnne :-)

I meant to tell you the other day that I had been reading your recent dark poetry, and it has memerized me! I honestly don't read or write much dark poetry, comes and it goes, so it's always refreshing and unique. Also, I had no idea "Andras" was a name for a demon, so that was something I learned.

I really like the opening line, that you have died "within" your poetry. You have this direct, intimate connection with poetry. It makes me think you have become consumed when writing down your thoughts, you become lost or dazed in them. And the next few lines especially give that darker aspect that you are honest to the point where it almost seems like a sacrifice; you could have sugar-coated thoughts/feelings to keep you safe yet you opened up the real you and shared that.

That last image and command to write until the candle in your soul is out, that is haunting. Like those secrets need to be released otherwise it will poison you, you need this light to burn and burn and to speak to the darkness. Provoking write, enjoyed the read!
One suggestion: in the last few stanzas, shouldn't "whisper's" be "whispers", without the apostrophe?

Wow, I think you have just described something which many of us on here spend our lifetime trying to word, and yet fail ourselves with the end results!

this is amazing!

Right from the title, we can tell the poem is going to be deep, and probably not the happiest poem. However, the poem actually holds a lot more than the cliché type which simply describes a depression. It comes with honesty, and what really is behind the poet's mind.

I love the metaphor of bullet between your teeth, that is so powerful. I think for me, that is the risk of writing down the honesty, writing the truth and sharing that truth with others.

"Blade to heart, death by honesty" - again I can relate to this, and I know too often you try and hide these types of feelings behind pretty nature metaphors, but when you just throw them out there, it is so raw, and so vivid!

I like the layout of the poem, short and snappy, which I guess also relates to the thoughts you might have at a time like this.

The words Andras is very well used, the tone of temptation echoes in your write too. The hidden freedom which is between the lines, a freedom from the pain you are in.

Really powerful poem.

Wow that's incredibly dark yet there's an elegant beauty to it...it's so different from what I've seen by you thus far but you've done it so fluently and eloquently that I can't help but love it.

Oh God Andrea, I'm not sure why you would ever have any thoughts of deleting this! It's amazing! Completely brilliant! Maybe I misunderstood some of the metaphors, but I'm interested in demonology and mythology in general, so I think I understand the role of the Marquis Andras in this piece.

My interpretation is that Andras, or the Demons, compel you to write. And in your writing, your exposing of yourself, you abandon yourself as a price for the nudity of soul. The demons rob you of safety, and force you into this.

And this, this is the most important part: What I felt from reading this, and what shaped opinion of it I got in return, is that the Demons inside ourselves force us to write - and when we do, both of us commit suicide in unison, and the poem becomes the eulogy, or the tombstone.

The remnants of whatever part of yourself that Andras forced you to kill so you both could reach the paper.

I love this so much. Even if I misunderstood it. Which I might have. But I don't care. I read it like this, and it was extremely meaningful to me because I read it like this indeed. Because I can relate to it.

If my understanding of Andras as you express him, he is within me too. While it may have been my new-found love that acted as a muse for the latest poem I wrote, it is Andras that forces me to commit suicide on paper every time I show myself as vulnerable. Indeed, it was the collective suicide of both parts of myself and parts of Andras when I wrote my "Every Mistake" poem.

And sometimes, the beauty of our demons is that they force our tombstones to become breathtaking memorials. Like this piece.

If you delete it like you felt you might, I will yell at you. This poem is amazing from top to finish, and though dark it may be, it is very profound. Poems like these are the ones that I believe are truly worthy of nominated for the weekly, and if I had earned that right by now, I most certainly would nominate it for the next cycle. (Still missing a few praised comments before I get nominator status)

Absolutely love it. Amazing work, my wonderful friend and guru. <3