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My feet hang down, warmed by the freezing water
My soles brushing the pebbles that cover the bottom
It feels as though the water is trying to drag my body away
Dear friend,
I know it has been two years now since you left.
I know I’ve had two years to let go, or move on, or to heal.
But the truth it’s that some scars are uglier than the wounds.
In the wake of those memories of cheers
And the cares of our loved ones gone
As they flashes through from within and floats on
Drawing our attention to their days under the sun
It burns with love and flows with tears
There's a plant in my fruitful garden
Don't know what it is
But I planted a seed
And the plant grew and grew
I gave it all my love
I made sure the soil was fertile
And quenched its thirst
Fearing death is like fearing a sneeze
After it’s over, people will turn their heads
Some will say bless you
Even those who never knew you
When your world freezes over like the tears from your eyes
Like a call from the doctor or when your mother cries
To feel your heart sink like a stone thrown in anger
To the depths of dark seas, as if tied to an anchor
Covering myself in the atrocities of every human, plant, and animal, I could think of myself no more rotten, no less than putrid.
if five minutes where dem
last five minutes of my life
if i died
in five minutes
i would
kiss my kid
hold on to my wife i'd
call my mom
forever
forever
I am a vessel of veins and bones, a tumor of love that'll destroy any worth you give to me. Teeth like knifes that'll cut through any truth that you may believe. Call me baby, choke the life out of me until I feel alive.
DeadDead livingLiving deadLiving with deadLiving but deadSilent or muzzledUnseeing with open eyesHearing but deafYou decidewhere you belong?Man oh manWhen you fall,
I am crawling and falling and calling
I need you to hear me, come near me, don’t fear me
while you flee, watch me bleed, please don’t leave
cause I’m flying and I’m crying, but I’m dying
Life is like a car without brakes
Except on fire and filled up with snakes
It frantically flies, as if scraping the skies
And will probably end up in a lake
But life has a deadline in mind
By the time you read this I’ll be alive, but I suppose that won’t always be the case. Death is as inescapable as tuna casserole at least once a season or as unavoidable as smiling when you see that person, at least just a little.
Understanding Death
Death is abstract.
It comes in varying forms,
and sneaks up on you.
Suddenly, she appeared.
Her lips were red like she had been drinking all the poisonousness of this world or the blood of dead roses.
Her eyes had a color of regret maybe because she had been thinking and wondering the deepest rooms of her soul,
Materialstic things portray valuables and possessions
I went from rags to riches
And learned life's lessons
Get rich or die trying, some said
But that's not factual to me
Got money but want to be dead
I heard something today...
I heard that a dead flower is not dead until it's pedals are nothing but ash.
Do I know what this means? Maybe.
The eyes grew larger at the sightThat could, a grown man, fill with fright.The eyes nearly bulged out their headWhile spying upon the walking dead.
Zoning out is not a pain
the feeling of dancing through the rain
And feeling it kiss your cheeks
like it hasn’t done for weeks
or maybe even years
Much is wrong with our society,
Treating people like scum,
This causes some to turn to anarchy,
But choas without purpose is dumb.
We all have a lesson to learn,
Unity is the way to peace,
I was taken aback
By your sudden words
Your pause
As I watched the emotions
Fall into form onto your face
I knew it was true
I looked to comfort you
As the tears fell
Becuase I love you
I see you
I feel you
I miss you
Days and nights I beg to see you
I feel your heart beat when I lay on your chest
I love that feeling
Just like I love you
An Ode to an uncle
By: Hannah Beasley
You died doing what you loved; Playing basketball
Your tall lanky body was always perfect for the sport
You died happy
The fires of hell raged until noon
I opened my eyes to see a red moon
The last thing I remembered was a left turn
But it was hard to think with this slow burn
To my left and right were cooking cadavers
The pain of the cuts in the bleed and the bleeding in my cuts, the sorrow's rush. Explain to what is happening, this unknown feeling of the pulse of a dying heart. Because I gave you my all. What makes it worse is that you left me to fall.
Dawn has never been my muse
Though my spring to her may disagree
A slumber sweet and succulent
Brings unwanted tendencies
To wake I must for day has come
A friend or foe she be
written 08/09/16
So much disappointment,
So much hate,
So much lies,
So many things that I'm afraid.
I seek to punish,
I seek to find pain,
I seek to feel alive,
Friend you left me alone today.
Heaven your mind will depart to.
Body stays to decompose down.
You are now part of Earth's soul.
Friend you left me days ago now.
Rock means nothing anymore,
every artist a corperate whore.
The gig is fucking twenty quid,
policed by bullies in high viz.
Organisers think its grand,
snatching money from your hand.
Across the scarlet horizon she stares,
Her motivation gone, she no longer cares.
Closer and closer to the edge she creeps,
“He doesn’t love me. He doesn’t want me,” is all she speaks.
There is someone inside my headIt is full of rage and carnage With claws as hard like leadMy mind just can't seem to manage It whis
Why does this happen to me?
All at once
Torn apart-
I’m in so much pain.
I ebb and flow
Melting into a pool of my own sorrow
I want to wallow away from these people.
Darling daughter...
I know it's too late to save you now
But I sit back and ask myself how
Am I supposed to see
When you always hid it from me?
You should have...
Seen through my lies
Hey it's me, your son.
You see Mom,
Jesus.
I'm sorry Mom.
Oh God, I didn't mean to do this mom.
I've got time for this last call, and it went straight to voicemail.
Clouds gather overhead
Making it hard to leave my bed.
Once there was light
But now only night
And tears that the skies shed.
They blanket the sky
Creating the lie
That there is no sun
The boss is still dead
His name Fred
They look for killer!
This won a Trophy on All Poetry it had to be 5-3-5 syllables!
Those who think of Death
As a man with a scythe
Will meet him like that
At the end of their life
But those who see him
As a friend
Will be greeted as such
When they meet their end
my father
reduced
to a pile of belongings
"a seperate load"
on moving day
to be locked in a storage unti
abandonded
worn clothes donated to charity
I see the light,
when i'm walking down the street
Don't worry baby,
You're next to me. When i see you sitting there.
Holding on to every last word, you say.
But baby can't you see the light that i see?
His face was like looking at time itself
Everything moving froze in his wake
A chilling daze spread throughout his cheek
As if one had now crossed over his own cemetery
His nose was curved up into a vicious beak
Here’s a silly poem I came up with. Disclaimer: It is NOT to be taken seriously. I was inspired by a Limerick poem which is meant to be silly and weird. Often times they make little to no sense at all.
"What did we do to you?" the chief asks in his head
His people's feet are bloody from the miles they'd tread
Once again I am afraid to face this day
The day you left without returning
Driving home that rainy night, Everything was normal, everything was right.I turned the same way I always do,quickly running out of time before curfew!Almost home, just a few miles to go,
Crowds going wild yet I'm laying in bed,
People being murdered but I was snoaring they said,
Cherries petals and whipcream all over the bed,
Blood and bodies mangled, rest in peace to the dead
A broken heart is like a dead computer
You can charge it and re-use it as
many times as you want to
But in the end, its just a dead as the battery is in the
DEAD COMPUTER
Drip, Drop, Drip... The rain hits the window
Drip, Drop, Drip... The facet leaks agaisnt the cold basin
Drip, Drop, Drip... Her blood in her head pounds
Drip,Drop,Drip... She falls to the floor
Still:
He sat.
Blank:
His mind.
Once a mental sanctuary,
now a dull, parched Garden of Eden
Imaginations free-flowing organ plugged
dead. dead. dead.
Don't let them see you.
They see you and you're dead.
dead. dead. dead.
You weren't made to be around them.
They wouldn't understand, they never understand.
dead. dead. dead.
It was a joke
Such a cruel, sick joke
The type of joke that your best friend pulls on you
When you are sleeping
I write to the Little Girl in the Future.
In case you have forgotten...
In case you have forgotten the beauty of the swirling passions of the primitive past
The unknown
So I find myself sitting on a sofa in the middle of nowhere
At house in the middle of nowhere
With people I don't know in the middle of nowhere
Contemplating where my place is
Anyone I have ever loved is a ghost I keep alive in my notebookBy feeding them the ink from my ball point pen,And let them sleep between the college ruled lines likeSome sort ofInhumane bunk bed.
today's your birthday and Fathers Day
with everything that's happened i know you'd be speechless
it's hard to think of what to say
I feel like since you've been gone our family has been a mess
i can feel his gaze on the back of my neck
his emotionless eyes burning holes through my back
i like to think he is filled with guilt and remorse that his daughter has given up on him
One day I'd like to see,
A bird fall in front of me,
Twitching swiftly on the ground,
Squirming churning without sound,
Till all its bones and body stiffs,
Till there's no more life in it.
As the night comes to an end,
I realize that it's me.
I'm the only one to blame,
For the mistakes,
For the heartbreak,
For the sadness.
Every bit of me craves you.
But I know now,
I don't know what happened,
For everything just went black
Feels like the world just stopped
Now everything's just turning bad
I Cant dry the tears falling from my eyes
With my heart beating so fast
It is drawing near,
the end is in sight.
I am overcome with wonder.
What shall await on the beyond?
Angels bearing singing, golden harps,
blindingly beautiful light bathing my soul,
I want to go home
So from my heart I write this poem
My feelings are becoming stronger
But my heart is growing weaker
As the days grow longer
And my head comes down with fever
Jimena hates living in this world
She comes to a point where sanity and insanity become whole
She struggles to understand the meaning of her existence
Presently, I'm treading water
In a sea of memories trying
Their best to rush over me;
Like music infiltrates the ears
of the listener. That simple, that quick,
That easy to lose yourself and get
Why does she keep coughing?
Its like she can't breath or something.
But I know she can breath
Because if she couldn't breath
She wouldn't be able to smoke!
I lay still
Still I lay
While they look down at me
I am dressed in satin.
With my hair just so
And a rose within my grasp
Their eyes do cry
They cry from their eyes
The shack
The shed
The grass has bred
The leaves are dry
The trees are dead
The path forgot where once it led
The birds no longer fly the sky
The wind whispers words once said
I've always thought that dreams were unattainable,
Something you wished for, it's kind of unexplainable.
I've always wanted to travel the world,
Preaching the gospel, and telling all the boys and girls,
Mikki and Church
It might’ve been her
Or the life I lived,
But the results were all the same.
When I moved to this city
It wasn’t just another move,
It was the start to a dream
I am Dead
I have died
Yet who am I to say what dying really is. Who am I as a single being of flesh, blood, bones, veins and skin to say what any one thing is.
I see dead people
Every moment of every day.
They think they are living, but they are not.
I see them wearing suits
Their hair combed nice and neat,
Their suits freshly ironed
I feel it, I sense it. It targets all my veins and reactions. My heart stops for a while and I can't breathe. I suddenly start to drop and watch as the Sun eclipse before my eyes. This is my pain. Can you feel it too ?
I will not
I will not
These words repeat in my head
Over and over and over
I will not cry
Not in front of you I must be strong
Because if I’m not strong then who will be
How does it feel to be dead?
Empt yet ull
cold yet warm
lost yet found
gone yet still here
missing yet full
living a life that' already been past.
I'll sleep when I'm dead
when my corpse is cooling
my eyes are blank
and my hands barely curling
the red flush leaking
like the last dregs of an empty cup
laying as a doll
so white and clean
Most have heard or read
the animated anecdotes of the dead.
They are given with joy and wrapped in a bow -
- stories of life, of music, of love.
But all anecdotes end.
Few ever say or re-claim
As I sat there thinking to myselfI felt it happen like needles in my eyes,Slowly fading and slipping awayI couldn't control it but it was going
I found him on the corner of Central Ave.
He just stood there smoking his cigarette
Making little white ghost with each exhale
Creating more clouds to shade the earth
He knows I'm watching, he's no fool
When we walked the face of Earth,
Wasn’t the world a happy one?
A collection of blessings made up our very lives,
And in the blinks of weary eyes,
We were gone.
Now as I peer into the past
My close friend Luis decided to drive around in his motorcycle.
Luis was innocent, he just wanted to drive around...
So happy to be driving, the wind hitting his face, ignoring everyone.
Wait Blue Beloved, I want to tell you, let’s snuggle forever, and stay with me in bed sweetheartTimes will seem too hard to bear and I will feel like life is giving up on me
Techni- colored butterflies fly around my head
like petals in the wind
even though the flowers are dead.
I can see, but I am blind.
I can hear, though I am deaf.
I can speak, yet I am mute.
I find myself wandering, like a spirit,
Walking the same path over.
I cannot tell if a dream has taken me
If I die old,
Bury me in the ground.
A headstone? No need!
Because I’m just a hound.
Please don’t give me
A funeral procession.
And to my pups,
Give all my possessions.
It doesn't seem like much,
but it's been a lot.
I've seen you a million moments,
but it doesn't seem so true.
Ijust wish for one more moment with you.
Amillion goes by so fast,
Do you see her walking alog
She seem to be singing a song
A dead body humming to a beat
It's too bad she's just dead meat
A gunshot wound to the head
To end the life of the walking dead
The beautiful girl that lives down the streetThe one that has bruises from being beat.Her heart is frail, she’s lost all hope,Her moms new boyfriend hits her to cope.She’s limping because this nasty man
Splat!
You’re dead
With the flick of the flowery sandal I ended your pitiful life forever
No more creeping
No more crawling
No more leaping
from web to web
The daedal dreamer danced around divas
Dallying with dangerous daredevils
Yet at dawn her daringness drove out depressingly
Its a dead end, she decays over the defeat
Deeply dependent on her dear Danny
I'm missing you everyday,
You are always on my heart and mind,
I try to see your face but I fear it is fading away,
Im longing to hear your voice,
I'd love to hear your laugh,
And dancing, they were,
The two girls, and the boy
Caring not about time,
That seemed not to pass by
They noticed not, that not a stare
She’s dead.
Throat slit,
Wrists cut,
Mouth gagged.
Dead.
We took you into our home when you needed it.
We helped you get a job.
We saved you.
I can’t feel bad for what he did,
Or what he never said.
I can’t feel sad or anything,
Even though he is dead.
He left her as a baby,
Saying nothing, not even a goodbye,
To his little baby girl he left
She falls into my arms
And I can hear nothing,
But I can see the last breaths her sick body is taking.
From everything I wished to have,
She's slowly fading away in front of my eyes.
Dead Man's Fall
that winds so high
the brackish crags
the deadly rocks
clear-cut sky
and the robber's den
Dead Man's Fall
above the stream
the stream that flows so clean
Thursday morning, just like any other
I wake up. the vibe is different.
I have yet to find out, but
something is wrong
Can’t
____curl up
You know
____you’ve grown old
(cracking bones)
____when the fetal position
____hurts
Imagine this.
You need to shower, but the water heater broke.
You don't realize you can borrow
your neighbors shower.
And you're not entirely sure when the
dang machine will be fixed.
I lie in bed, on somber nights
Just to stare at these bloody scared wrists of mine
All night, needles in my skin
Watcing my reflection in a cold end of a knife
A voice in my
head becomes clear
How come everything
seems to be turning around
but all I see is your pain in the crowd
no peek of sunlight coming down
feeling like a bee in the rain
could you find my heart
You must be cool and composed
You must- even when all are opposed
You must deny your morals and speak tact
You must unite your comrades, you have a pact
