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A poem : When I go

Why did I write this poem? Well, I listened to this song :

And it made me feel sad and it also made me think. It made me wonder, if I do die, how would I want it to be, what would I have wanted to say.

So since I can't write a song, I wrote a poem instead. A poem about how I would want it to be when I die.

So yea, that song really inspired this poem of mine.

I know it sounds a little dark and emo but this is exactly what I would have wanted.

When I go

By carmensakura07 (August 2011)

When I go,
let my organs be of use to the living,
put me in a casket and close it,
play all my favourite songs,
And let the rocking music lift our souls.

Spare your tears,
Wear your smiles,
sing along to the rocking music,
for now, I am safe in heaven's arms.

Do not grief for me,
do not cry for me,
and if you find it hard,
you can always forget me,
now that I am gone.

You need not remember me,
it's not important,
but if you want to,
remember the good times that we shared,
and the bad times that we survived.

And know that,
I'll always be here for you,
For once I go,
I am not truly dead,
I live in your memory,
in nature,
and in the universe.

Remember that life is only too short to waste,
and so,
always do your best to live the best life you can live.

My last wishes would be to say,
how glad I am to have lived,
and how I'm lucky to have gained,
And so,
I hope,
my absence would not hurt you,
make you stronger.

When the black parade ends,
do not bury me,
incinerate me,
and unite me with nature.

Let my ashes sway,
let it be free to fly,
and explore the world.


Happy "Sam" said…
Nice poem ya !!
Before I go to sky ~
I need to thank all people that along me and walk with me !!

Bad .... good .. people also need to thank !!

hehe !!

Thank for the wish ~
My girl friend is nice.
You also nice too !!

I no see your photo before but I know your heart is good !!

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