Cobain

[IGuessItsOkay]

Comments. Please. This poem is a new style for me.


In medication
my eyes are doors unlocked
to halls, to three blue walls
and an open stage

Where a friend awaits
my entrance, my great show.
Seven hours of intensive care,
maybe I'll let you in.

But then again,
How should I know?

Decaying! My teeth rot!
My ears ring with gunshots
Cobain
Correct me if I am wrong

But weren't you long dead?
Why are you hiding in my sheets?

[feelingthis]

that is really good what made you write it.

[IGuessItsOkay]

i wrote it because i find myself deliberately following Kurt Cobain's footsteps, which isn't really something that i should do. so it's like he is haunting me, and i wanted to address that.

[_neveralone]

Most people don't agree with me, but I think Kurt Cobain was a beautiful person. I don't know what it was about him, but he's a great hero. *shrugs* And the poem is great. =)

[IGuessItsOkay]

Thanks. I think Cobain was a beautiful person too, don't get me wrong. There were just certain things that he did (heroin, suicide, marrying Courtney Love) which I think might be bad ideas for me to pursue, and following in his footsteps makes those things seem a bit more desireable (except marrying Courtney Love...never!). Anyway, I'm glad you liked it.

[Touched]

That was really good.