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poem by:
Annamarie Sampson
Written
on Feb 03, 2015
The knife; my blood is raining. My life; is now draining. :Drip, Drip, Drop
Tags: sad, deep, pain,
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Shanta commented:
Not artful- not helpful, do not seek praise for the above - you needing serious Help!
Annamarie Sampson
commented:
Okay Shanta, look, you do not have the right to say what is artful and what is not. You do not have the right to say what is helpful and what is not. Art does not have to be helpful for you in particular. If it helps someone to write, then its fine. The above, God, whatever, has nothing to do with this. Maybe I'm not a believer, maybe I'm not religious. You can't go around thinking that everyone is looking to him or her for help. If you do not like my art, then don't like it. But keep things like this comment to yourself. Don't tell me I need serious help. Maybe I'm fine! Maybe I got better since I wrote this, and your comment dragged me down. Be careful when speaking. I do not need serious help. If you can't see the true symbolism behind this piece, don't comment something. Because unless you fully understand and grasp the situation, you can't tell me I need help.
Frank Hornby .
commented on Sep 23, 2017 at 12:29pm
I can't stomach suicide poems..................try writing a happy poem........good luck...
Annamarie Sampson
commented on Sep 23, 2017 at 12:39pm
Clearly I find writing this type of thing helpful, alright? So maybe I don't find writing happy things helpful? Maybe you should not read things you don't find happy, as in don't read my work, because you already know I don't write happy things, and keep telling me you won't read that kind of thing anymore anyway? Huh, now that's an idea.
Frank Hornby .
commented on Sep 23, 2017 at 1:45pm
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