I want to paint these words
on my wall,
so that maybe they’ll
last forever,
or last until the walls fall,
like in a storm,
or a fire,
or some shit like that.
Or maybe I should tattoo them
on my skin,
because tattoos are forever.
Well, I guess,
until the skin
wears thin
and it shrivels
to nothing over my bones.
Ok, so maybe these words
won’t last.
Maybe they can’t.
But I still feel better
having written them at all,
on anything,
anywhere,
than not having written
them in the first place.
Maybe you can make them
last forever.
Pass them on for me.
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Lou Rasmus is an independent author from Chicago, IL. His works are largely focused on exploring the meaning of life – or lack thereof – while the themes of love, relationships, and self-loathing are also central to many of his stories.
His upcoming novel, Primrose Isle, will be his third self-published title. Grapefruit Juice, a collection of bitter poems and short stories, and DEAD RED FISH, his semi-autobiographical debut novel about a young man coming to age on a road trip with his childhood friends, are also available on Amazon.
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Awesome. Even the iconic statues that have shaped our countries even get torn down eventually.
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nothing lasts forever… but we can hope, for our ego’s sake at least
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Yup
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Awesome? Oh wait a moment, for once perhaps you are right; this poem is awesome in the real sense of the word, not the overused meaningless modern sense.
The poem is more akin to Shakespeares’ over quoted and similarly misused soliloque: To be or not to be? Which is also truly awesome.
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awe·some
ˈôsəm/Submit
adjective
extremely impressive haha
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Passing ideas from generation to generation is how things live forever.
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a legend never dies
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Well said, Lou. We’d all like to leave something behind, right?
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i think we would if we could… thanks for reading
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I think all writers would love to think their words will live on!
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we’re allowed to hope… even if thats all it ever is
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Sure they’ll last. You know why?
A WORD is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.
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i can get behind that idea. thanks
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Words and thoughts are what last, if nothing else.
‘Not marble nor the gilded monuments’ is a famous work by Shakespeare which talks about the same eternity. You guys think alike;)
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that’s comforting. thanks for reading
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Pleasure…
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Powerful sentiments. I especially love the grim little meditation on why even a tattoo is ephemeral.
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my mind goes there sometimes. happy you liked it
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Omg. This is great. Really great! 😁
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that is kind. thank you
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Tattoos are extremely ephemeral and are really just expressions of egotism the worst kind of pointless effort. Poetry lives when it deserves to, not because if its encriptive technique. But then Lou already said this.
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thanks for reading Tim
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the word is love lou, love your writing!
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very kind. thank you very much.
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These pieces are all awesome. Like Bukowski if he weren’t trying to be so damn sentimental. It feels like ducking into a cave and realizing this is where all the cool kids have been hanging out.
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damn. thanks man. that’s very nice
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