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Matthew DePointe


I wanted a computer that could shoot crystals onto the page. Needless to say, I got screwed. Instead, I use my imagination to pull my viewers into a state of total awe.

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    Pinkie Pie's Suicide Note

    If I Ever Write a Suicide Note…



    If I ever write a suicide note,
    it would begin with these words,
    “How can anyone ever argue
    that dreams can’t come true,
    can’t being an unnecessary attachment
    to a fact I already knew
    One day the sorrow will come,
    the crooked tree outside my window
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    an unwelcomed thing
    The kid who kissed,

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Jul
23rd
2015

Pinkie Pie's Suicide Note · 4:12am Jul 23rd, 2015

If I Ever Write a Suicide Note…



If I ever write a suicide note,
it would begin with these words,
“How can anyone ever argue
that dreams can’t come true,
can’t being an unnecessary attachment
to a fact I already knew
One day the sorrow will come,
the crooked tree outside my window
will become straight, straight being
an unwelcomed thing
The kid who kissed,
and the cagelike mess of cuts and
cannibalistic cheater who tears away
the dreams that are reality
are forever condemned to the fate
of never changing, changing being
impunitive
The mothers who call crying
and the fathers who keep screaming
will eventually subside into a
rather annoying expectation of
finding an antonym for dying,
failing spectacularly
I’d write down that
my alarm clock is wrong
that the unopened box of
shoes and socks
will remain unopened
Only dead men die once
while cowards cry and cope
If I wrote a suicide note,
I’d include all the rotten, vile
things ever said to me
a thousand and one
syllables of downright hatred
confusion
grief
and no one will know the difference
between
self respect and self indulgence
I will send
hidden letters
inside every text
sent to every boy and girl
who look and shrug and
deletes it from their memory
will add to the idea
to the belief
to God
to dead six year olds whose only crime was dying too young
to the idea of mercy
to the belief that people can change
to a forlorn, jealous God
to myself
The tree outside my window
will become straight, straight
being only metaphorically
disillusionary,
contemplating
strenuous effort and will
to bend for the pouring water
The kid who kissed
and I and you and
the dreaded them
are the cagelike cannibals
who devour the vile words
“I love you”

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Comments ( 2 )

That was..... So beautiful! :fluttercry::fluttercry::fluttercry: AND SAD!! :raritycry:

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