I could jump
no, not to die
just to feel the freedom of falling,
of my body kissing the pavement;
just to let my last breath slip away in laughter.
I could totter to the edge, all haughty,
and tell myself I could fly
only for gravity to remind me Im average
to feel the universality of broken bones,
of mixing myself with the earth.
I could dive,
magnificent in the sunlight,
and be omniscient for a second,
believe in something more for a second.
I could jump
no, not to die
just to know what I was missing;
just to know what it was like to be living.














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"A supernova is about a billion suns.
A sun is about a billion Earth's.
And Earth is about six billion people.
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No matter how small you think you are, you're not thinking small enough." - Max
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"The only difference between myself and a madman is I am not mad." - Salvador Dali
One small thing: second used twice is fine, but why not 'an instant' for variety?
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Make [your] characters want something right awayeven if its only a glass of water."-- Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
And I quite like the repetition of "second", personally
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"A supernova is about a billion suns.
A sun is about a billion Earth's.
And Earth is about six billion people.
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No matter how small you think you are, you're not thinking small enough." - Max
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THIS IS THE GATE OF HEAVEN. ENTER YE ALL BY THIS DOOR. (This door is kept locked because of the draught - please use side door.)
The poem may have its angst, but it is not an embarrassment, nor is it cliche - trust me, DA has a LOT of cliche stuff written by kids, kept from the eyes of their worried parents, having little more substance than that of the stereotypical 'emo' suicide note.
Yet your work here is the product of an experienced writer, if you mind me naming you as such, and appears as a conscious effort to convey a situation of thought in the mind of the poem's voice, and you've done a very good job
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