#1
ALRIGHT! This is a spoken word poem, not a song. Story: I was released from the hospital 4 days ago after being in there for 11 days when I got really sick. Anyways, this poem is about re-evaluating your life and who you are, how you got where you are at, and what you decide to do, i guess.

Eleventh Floor Death Suite

Time does not exist here.
This place where the sick lie awake, the dead walk the halls and
The sound of time drifts dormant.
Beauty does not exist here.
The walls, the sheets, even your skin is white and
Flowers reside in the corner in attempt to fill your room fragrant and beautiful
But undoubtably will wilt.
The only excitement comes from the pins and pricks that pierce you
To paint a picture of your predicted future
So you'll pray for a presistant recovery.
I say beauty does not exist here because the only beauty comes
At a time when the sun starts to sleep, silloetting the trees and sending the room
Into a golden glow, reflecting off the metal and mirrors
To manipulate this majestic sight as you stand
At the window to overlook the city as you sweat couped in your
Eleventh floor death suite.
Here people would kill to live in a view like this but
Unfortunately you're dying to live in a view like this,
You've died to live in a view like this...
See the men that play God can only tell you to wait
When really, they are as clueless as you!
But you trust in them anyways, show your faith and
Believe they will make MIRACLES like HEAVENS!
But why? They may buy you 10, 20, 50 years from God
But the only certainty in life is death.
There is no beauty that exists in here,
The only beauty exists out there, in that one certainty of death.
#2
I really enjoyed this poem. The metaphors, the imagery. The witty repetition. Also, I like your choice of words. There's nothing I dont like here.

This place where the sick lie awake, the dead walk the halls

Flowers reside in the corner in attempt to fill your room fragrant and beautiful

Here people would kill to live in a view like this but
Unfortunately you're dying to live in a view like this,
You've died to live in a view like this...


just a few choice lines that I really, really enjoy.

Keep writing! And I hope you're feeling better
#3
Thank you! I appreciate the compliments. And I am feeling better. But I have to take this winter quarter off of school, which is almost as devistating! Oh well, I will be better and ready to kick some interior design class booty!