'death'
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The old man’s mind drifted back as he lay dying,
remembering a world and of days less trying.
His vitality was gone, yes his time long passed.
Was it so long ago? He thought with aghast.
assign me a causeand make me a martyrburn me at the stakeand ascribe some meaning to the flamestake me down in a rain of bulletsand tell the world I died for change
I am not afraid of the waves of suffering.
All that I am afraid of is carrying on with my selfish ways.
Near my grave you will hear the leaves rustling.
I am not fully dead, most of me will leave my grave.
My dear friend,
I miss you so.
You were so young,
so bright and full of life.
You were too young
to be taken from this world.
I miss hearing your laugh
You unfasten the buttons on your shirt
loosen the collar
alter the sides
tie the ends into a knot
cuff your sleeves
Me and my boo, together today.
Me and my baby, sharing a parfeit.
Soon a question must be asked,
But it's a very daunting task...
Will she like it? Will she agree?
Life for you
Life for me
Life is Love
I call for you
you don't call for me
life is Melancholy
Melancholy for you
Melancholy for me
Melancholy is Death
He came to me when I died
Took my shoulders, careful calm and slow
and lifted me up in to the air.
We floated high over trees and buildings till I couldn't see the ground.
Resonant foxes in lush of green
The Prometheus espedition consumes
Cupid hovers spectacularly spectating
The caverns secretly securing alienation
Awaaiting a utopia derived by that familiar
Death dances with pride and skill
The bright colors that he wears flaunt around
His mind is free
Life watches with envy
I left a shadow for some time which disappeared but once was mine I left my mark upon the earth a temporary scar on dirt. It's not about a permanence it's in the actions that you take it's making someone smile again it's helping heal the hurt. Re
As you lift me on your wings
And away from my home
I realize my body is not all I will leave
I will leave the job of my mother’s dreams
Thick adolescent throat choked on a string
connecting a warm baby held to bare fleshwith a shaking man
on an empty trailer floor.
Somehow the boy
feels foregone warmth
Imagine something that's worse than death itself. Would your image look liike great suffering, or even a terrible afterlife such as Hell?
Humans are imposters:
They are just rosters
That are wearing a body and skin
Some humans consider themselves a kin.
But really they are objectionable
Everything comes to an end.
Whether it be falling into the water,
or hearing your heart shatter,
your car of life will drive around the bend.
Your heart will not beat,
and you'll breathe your last breath.
A child sleeps in peace tonight, snuggled warmly under layers of blue blankets, smiling serenely as dreams flutter gracefully across his angelic face.
Roughly Windswept fickle hairs,
Motley, many, green and fair
An Intricate commodity
Blindly trampled haughtily
Each so glossy, keen and thin
All will fall, though none know when
curling fingers grasp cold hands
tears swim in eyes
forming oceans of sorrow in some
furious thunderstorms in others
yellow paint marked her summer dress
dark blue stars dotted his button-up
In the Jungle, there is a mystery of darkness and wonders;
There is a war between a mighty beast and a man.
They kill for pleasure and for vengeance;
an angel stands weeping above the frozen soil
who better protects the forgotten souls
her outstretched mourning hands
or the earth's cold and eternal embrace?
I'm trying to tell you, I am,
but you won't
LISTEN.
your cold heart
blocks all emotion.
LISTEN TO ME.
gone. They all are.
your selfishness drove them
away.
PLEASE LISTEN.
To the ground
To the ground
To the ground we go
A mere game of choice were we thrown into
where time is an irrelevant paradox
And nothing really matters
And everything will rot
Lonely cage
lonely world
lonely someone
lonely girl
the hunter spotted
his naive prey
he lick his chops
and makes his way
“because I love you”, he says with a grin
I have been in the bowels of hell,
Witnessed the Devil’s breath
And seen the Grace of Angels.
You were so good to me Spiriytus.
You whispered to me “Go ahead you can do it,”
To tell her how I feel
Oh, how I loved her.
How I loved you.
We would talk for hours her and I.
How calm would you feel knowing I have lied?
Would your eyes close in sweet surrender
or would your lips curve in a smile?
I guess we'll never know now.
For I am far long gone,
buried by a highway.
She had a smile like the sun;
I would do much
To feel its warmth upon me again.
She would always feed the birds;
The joy she felt, I heard
Just from looking up to her eyes.
A memory, a call,
of times lost long ago.
Of laughter that will always fall
that day not long ago.
We missed the sign
that could have changed
this rhyme to better times,
He claimed he didn’t know,
He swore he was in danger,
Or was it just his mind?
The way he was portraying the color to himself,
As just a color…
The man called out "Oh please oh please" but the raven was fast and decided to stick, the knife went in abd blood came out, the man called out "Oh please oh please"
Pitter patter of the rain on my head
Sends the fears straight to bed,
In the things gone unsaid.
And the crackle of the thunder
Sending all the pain asunder
Taking respite in the clouds
Your hands feel like music, igniting my soul
your words fill with thought and off sweet tongues they roll
into my mind to grow like a tree
each swish of your hair starts a fire in me.
I saw you last week
Smiling and laughing
We weren't the best of friends but we were friends
To Whom it May Concern,
I hope this letter finds you alive and well,
because at least that would make one of us.
My dearest love,
Lying here on the bloody soil,
the world seems so free of toil.
Looking into your beautiful, empty eyes,
those cold blue glistening eyes,
those eyes I've gotten lost in,
I wish I was able to speak to you one last time.
I wish I really knew about what you were going through and could somehow change your mind.
To Grace, my almost big girl:
You’re nine,
Running around and playing,
Making messes,
Having mom clean them up,
Crying about scraped knees,
And telling everyone you love them.
Dear YXU,
It has been a while! How ya been, ya schmuck?
I’m busting down your doorway and my blood pressure’s up
There’s a small stream of spit
Trailing form the rabid corner of my mouth
You lasted only 21 years on this 4.5 billion-year-old rock we call Earth.
On a universal scale, each second in Earth's time represents 440 years.
Dear Struggling Self,
You can't see the forest through the trees,
you feel like you're drowning, suffocating,
just trying to wrap your head around it all.
Yes, you have had a rough four years,
Dear Struggling Self,
You can't see the forest through the trees,
you feel like you're drowning, suffocating,
just trying to wrap your head around it all.
Yes, you have had a rough four years,
Dear you
How is your life now?
well the absence of I mean
Is it better
than you ever believed?
Dear You
I miss you.
More than you know
My life is different
Dear Life,
Your fragile.
we sometimes take you for granted.
When we wake up every morning you
give us the chance to
Dona Julia
Ama, I think of you everywhere I go.
I feel you in everything I am.
New Home,New Faces
Past and Present, blur together
Voices echo, All is the Same yet it has changed
To the me I never was:
It’s my fault you aren’t here,
it is.
I didn’t take that turn.
I didn’t dance that night.
I never tried with him.
I never wrote that book.
The playground withers and grows old.
Its aging wood is taken over by the sun.
I remember when the kids would play at night;
My mother and I would watch together.
Look at how it flies, the time.
Dear Grandpa,
I remember your voice
Comforting and clear
The last phone call
Sing for Me I hear
I want to die
So I can be as free as a butterfly
I want to die
My friends feel like they are passing me by
I want to die
All of my plans have gone awry
Dear Death,
I hope you're not so bad.
I hear you shine bright,
Like colored lights,
“Head towards the light.”
Beside the road, a man dressed to impress
Walking toward the most frightening legend
He puts away the fear, that mind has no time for stress
For he must not back away from this offer
I reach for her, she is not there
I speak, she can not hear
I cry until I can no more
She does not shed a tear
I want so much to see her now
There is no synonym for suicide. Drink away the pain till you see the dawn of day.Hope was just a string, but it was so thin that you couldn't see.Jack up all the drinks you took.Say goodbye to what you knew.Otherwise, you'll end up ostracized, le
Her white Silhouette,Weaves through weeping, tangled trees,Of this once thrivingMarshland, as her screeching wails,Bear this man's, looming death
Dear Father,
I always knew I was lucky to have you
for you have a soulful heart.
I have always been aware of that, even from the start.
As I've grown up, you've taught me many things:
A year ago
I was wrapping gifts in red ribbons
shaking bells around a Christmas fire
And using a half of a roll of tape per gift wrapped
Today, a year later I lay in bed
A year ago
I was wrapping gifts in red ribbons
shaking bells around a Christmas fire
And using a half of a roll of tape per gift wrapped
Today, a year later I lay in bed
Dear Matthew, I often wondered about you. How you'd laughThe color of your hair, If you were strong, If you were scared. I often wondered about you. My sweet little boy,My playful kin, My eldest brother, My might have been. I often wondered abou
When you died
I did not cry
I stood there stone faced
As they put you in your grave
I thought I had to be strong
And there was a simple time
Much unlike now
Whereas she who cried
Was surrounded by people
Then came along something that
Suffocated her mind and body
Left her for dead and sung deeply
To Fear,
Born side by side, but it takes a life of its own.
How can you be so cruel, and play your host like a fool?
You see the damage you cause, and yet never put a pause on the over-thinking, the inevitable sinking.
Death takes you by surprise
You didn’t hope to realize that we are fragile and this life isn’t eternal
Let me jot that in my journal.
Let’s hope it sticks, just like this mix.
Dear God,
The great all glorious man in the sky
It's me,
you're originally raised catholic girl who's grandparents installed in her your love
I stayed a good girl for a long time, I prayed and I went to church
Summer gives way to fall, becomes winter
Those old joyful days fade with the sunlight
Engulfed by the distance, fade fainter
May this memory fade to one more bright
Age spots your hands and veins line
your wrists, and your crow-feet’d eyes
lie smooth against silk. I smile ‘round
teeth that have slumped and have stained,
It was the first of May
I shall forever remember that day,
The day I let love into my heart
It didn’t take long for the nightmares to start,
Step one: High five
Step two: Lock the thumbs
Step three: Slide hands so they're facing each other
Step four: Make a two fingered gun
Step five: Bang
in my voicemails is where i keep you.
i have only listened twice,
for good reason,
because each time your voice echoes in my mind
it burns a whole in my heart
and weakens my body
and fills up my lungs.
A child screams in the cold.
A man cries for his lover.
A woman dies by the words of a doctor.
A boy bleeds for a victory-less war.
Little Red and the Wolf
Once upon a time
somewhere far, far in the woods
there lived a little Girl in Red
who was raised to be "good".
How good?
Very good.
Humpty Dumpty was not an egg.
You may believe he was an egg
As long as you must
But trust me when I say-
Humpty Dumpty's name was
Henry Evans,
And he was as human as you and I.
Once upon a time, things were different. All your favorite stories did not end "happily" as you may know it. Deep in the forests behind a little old abandoned house lives a mother duck who sits upon ten recently hatched eggs.
Death is sadness, death is vain,
death is painful, empty train.
Death comes at us at an increasing speed;
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Into the void now you must
Ever so quiet
Ever at peace
Into the glorious light you seek
this story is like non before
started out just settling my score.
collecting souls, showing them grace,
but never bare my grimly face.
yet, the scene before me was like every other,
Cinderella danced with glee
for only she could see,
she was getting married.
Dancing in her velvet dress,
she was rather impressed,
to see her husband soon.
Okay, let's switch things around
This one isn't gonna be a dumb poem
I promise the next ones will
Then
Death is scary,
because it's that realization when...
When you die
They sat there motionless,But the room still saw motion.They felt as if I, their soul was being ripped from them like skin could be.The feeling stopped
Petals of Quince Blooming across a tapestry of iceIvory carved mountainsreaching towards the sky
Running, flailing, gasping for air leaving pools of rhubarb jam nearly everywhere
Tick-Tock
Goes the Watchmen clock
Tick-Tock
The Watchmen has found his prey, a man not beyond his years.
A man who still has many of years left to roam and play.
Tick-Tock
A stranger’s love is the best kind of love
They love you until the end
They know not who you are
But they seem to know where you’ve been
Refilling acts supposedly inadequateThe prodigies profiling a bombarded shard of hopeDismembering a supposed schemeWhere the benign sink into webs befitting a casket
Words such as herion and addiction,
not often would you assume stem from a prescription.
We curse the dealers flipping dime bags to survive
yet we assume doctors only intent is to save lives.
Knight Hawk gazed at the falling leaves
The brown folly they had become
His heart sunk within his chest
As he looked out the window high
Above the freezing ground whereby
Staring vaguely ahead
Hot sticky crimson dripping down
Cooling rapidly
Tumbling down the rabbit hole
While the rest of the world whirls by
Numbing frost taking over
I am strawgrass on the backside of black sweaters,
Snow caught beneath the wrists of gloves.
I am the lathered pink of dew-eyed daybreak,
The burn of asphalt on feet and chlorine in eyes and stagnation in growing things.
I was a soldier whose name was not knownI walked onto the battlefield, where no man roamed.I looked out to see what else existed.And I saw another who
Death is kind. Death is quick. Death is colorblind. Death is a warm embrace.
Death is something I once yearned for in an unholy matter.
Death is an incident I do not try to fight or reason with.
Sign me Up Here
To Uterus who is not commute history
Write my name
Never I breastfeed from the bosom of the women in the slave market.
I could not believe mystics
Not ringing bells Recognition to my heart.
grey clouds
rumbling over hills
marked by graves
of innocent blood
and the sacrifice
of hope.
A child does not question its existence.
Does not wonder how it came to be.
Does not ask why it is alive.
A child does not hate.
Does not discriminate against another's gender or sexuality or color.
The things I fear aren’t always as tangible as death
or the loss of the ones I love.
Sometimes I fear loneliness and simplicity
Things staying
still.
From the words I devour
