Living is Dieing

by writingmyheartout

Published November 25, 2012

In Poetry

Live to die, Die to live. What to do When life get's you down? To live a life worth living You need a reason. A reason To live. I have a reason My reason to live. And what a reason To live it is. What's your's?
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CymbalCow
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CymbalCow wrote a review Review · Nov 25, 2012

I really like this! I like the perspective you too upon living, dying, and the reason you are here. I do have a couple kind suggestions! :)
In the title - Dying*
And could you use a different format? This is hard to read, for me at least.
Very nice!

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JayShay
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JayShay wrote a review Review · Nov 25, 2012

Hahaha this makes me think of a semidepressing Dr. Seuess poem. I believe this really maks you think. In order to trully be alive we first need a reason to live. How alive are you when you do not know your purpose? I have yet to find my true purpose and I believe it is writing. Is it? I do not know. Could it be? It very well may be. I would like to make a remark that your lines should be separated to their own lines. Other than that I love it.

unsocialbutterfly wrote a review Review · Nov 25, 2012

Hey! This is nice, thought provoking. I like your name by the way, "writingmyheartout," that's cool. Anyway your poems good, the format drives me nuts so fix it ASAP ;) and "dieing" is actually spelled "dying." Nice piece! :)

writingmyheartout commented Comment · Nov 25, 2012

Once again sorry about the spacing problems. I'm working on it.



Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights