Clubbing

by DarkJem   Jan 15, 2007


The end of life
not by a knife
not by jumping
with your heart thumping
the music inside draws me in
anything from the dreadful sin
one way trip
can't hear drip drip drip
reaper is the guy in charge
to some he's either small or large
he won't let me in his club
he won't let anyone sub
I'm standing outside
waiting for my ride
when i can stop my last breath
and enter the club called death.

Copyright 2007 Natalie Hawke

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  • 17 years ago

    by Darkbreath

    Hey Natalie,

    There are two things I would like to say about the poems you are writing.

    I like the images you try to create with your poems. This is very good..

    The second thing I would like to ask for you is to try and make a bit longer sentences :). It will make the poem look different. I am curious to your next poem.

    ~Darkbreath~

  • 17 years ago

    by Jenni

    I really liked this poem. i think that the imagery was wonderful, however, i would have loved it if you would have added a little bit more. but even without extra words, it's great! 5/5

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