I started writing this type of poem that requires no thinking, just soulful feeling, more than 10 years ago. Sadly, I haven't written this type of poem ever since. 

Notice: This is not a common note, nor a poem, nor anything you learned in your English class... This is a Subconscious Poem. This poem is an experiment of mine to try something new I have never done before... I don't know whether there is such a term for Subconscious Poem. This poem is done mostly spiritually rather than emotionally or mentally... also, you can call this poem S.D.P. (Soul Dimension Poem). If you want to try it, do so, but remember this poem is done by the soul, not intelligence or emotions. Alert! Subconscious poem might not always make sense because they are beyond our basic understanding, so you are welcome you come up with your own conclusion on what the poem is trying to say...

Dark, cold, scary, and deadly clouds circle every night around the house of the dead, forming the circle of life and death, making the beginning and its end… Windy, chilly, air feels sharp on the warm flesh skin of the one who still lives… The death of one, millions, and billions make us all wonder why the rest have to live… Demonic force, heaven’s will, or our dark nature… we yet blame others when we do not even know if it is caused by anything known in the history of earth… Death is needed according to science, death is punishment by the gods, and death is death of the good ones… One could have had a happier life if one were still alive, but one is not here anymore… One is anywhere but here, or is it something else…? One was beautiful, colorful, glowing with the life that was given until it was taken away forever… Whether you are causing, drinking, inhaling, or looking at death, one thing is assured: once you are chosen, you do not have the option of escaping it but rather accepting it…

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