dying
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She'd been dead only an hour and the stars have already welcomed her. She's silent as the warmth devours her, slowly and wholly. "Dance with me and let's pretend the world doesn't exist." they faintly whispered.
I feel like my life won’t amount to anything
What should I do?
I feel like I’m not good enough for anyone
What should I do?
I feel like my life is falling apart
You know,
You never really learned to accept a gift
Whether it was a compliment
Or wine
Or tear drops on your couch
And especially my heart
You never could fathom my love
It’s depth or viscosity
Elderly man asleep in the hospital bed
Moving so slightly
His respirations become
the only sign
He is not dead
I move his feet back in the bed
as they slide out every now and then
One day you’ll be gone from this earth.
As you take your last dying breath you’ll think,
“Where was I all this time?”
You thought you found yourself
In a man who said he loves you.
Demand my bones, their skin without
I dyed my hair then tore it out
My body begs for company
My mind can't silence all the screams
I would much rather rot in hell
Than put you under another spell
What, shall I fear the veiled unknown?
To die and pass the mortal shroud
They say ascencion through the cloud
Will whisk me to the Gloried Throne,
But what awaits? No tongue has told
i’m spilling this blood
instead of the ink
breaking the vows
i made
with a faux diamond ring
carving into white marble
Swansong
Mute swans of Europe, their song is legendary,so rare their voice, when poets sang that singingthey spoke not of the tone nor cadencesbut of the final utterance of the dying.
One cannot belong to his belongings
That much is certain, no matter our longings.
The darkness is dying, gives birth to the dawn,
We, not objects, should be the ones who do the pawning.
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
A sound of thunder one flash, no lightning reality gone asunder; no rain, sky clear as day one plan, no safety and blood flies astray; Did I do that?
the feeling of coming so close to death
was exhilarating
the rush of finally dying
with my mind empty of hesitance
my body scared but prepared to end it all
was so amazing
I’m losing my skin
to this cold winter’s day.
I’m slipping from you
and that’s all I can say.
I can’t feel myself
under this snow.
I keep a smile on my face to not let my true colors be shown
Keep the fact I'm dying a secret
My heart is breaking as we speak
But my mouth is shut I wont say a peep
I'm dying a slow miserable death
What I’m Not
September 13, 2018 ~ Thursday
There’s music in the hills
Sounds of song on their backs, fronts, and sides
That which I’ve never heard
How different it is to go from one place and be so invisible, then to come to another and suddenly be the bell-of-the-ball.
How different it is to go from one place and be so invisible, then to come to another and suddenly be the bell-of-the-ball.
Life is so unsettled
Oftimes it is this way
Goodbyes are the hardest
Of things we have to say
-
And as we get older
Our love ones gather near
Goodbyes become harder
But time together dear
The salty liquid rolls down like a water fall,
staining rosy cheeks before falling upon the black sheets.
A fragile silence unbroken remains
as no sound is permitted to escape
the locked up lips which hide away
I'm always smiling.
I am beautiful.
My heart is not broken.
I'm fine.
These are not tears.
I do not miss you,
nor do I need you.
are you the reason i left?
are you the reason i dropped everything?
are you the reason my heart was shattered?
yes you are
you ripped my heart out of my chest
you put it through a blender
Everything looks brown
But the moon is gold
I wonder if she can hear the Earth sobbing
The harvest gains less several single year
Farmers blame the city
I blame the city too
I also blame the farmers
Eyes open I can feel but not see,
What is this pain overwhelming me?
Am I alive, Can I breathe?
You see not long ago it was you and me,
You and I, He and she there-
I was alive, I could breathe.
Yes, my love, it's been a while,
Since I've seen your beautiful face.
Yes, my love, it's been a while,
But I'm going at my own pace.
Yes, my love, it's been a while,
Since I've heard every little sound
P a t h w a y s
By: SeemsPoetic
I can feel it in my heart I'm already slowing dying
In my mind…
I remember every piece and every bit like it was yesterday
Hurt me to my soul hearing bullets cought you 'round the way
Stayed on my toes for some hours, yeah I had to pray
I cant be held
because I am an empty space
and even on the better days
when I become this stack of brittle bones
I wont let you hold me
you know my lungs collapse each morning
I hear them whisper just outside my door.
They say I am not likely to last another day.
I know this all too well. My fate, I have accepted.
Everything is Dark
I stare out through my window
I feel numb and I can’t move
Am I scared?
Boom! A flash of light
a gun is firing, I don’t flinch
Why can’t I look away?
Let me paint you a pictureI’m sitting on the edge of a cliffmy feet are hanging offand my hands are placed on the edgeone on each side.There is a nothing holding me backfrom shoving myself off this cliff
What a whore?
What a slut?
Oh my God, did she give it up?
Drink some bleach
Get a rope
Didn’t cut deep enough?
Next time try your throat
Ew it smells like rotten fish
It has started, the final battle.
This struggle of emotions,
that slowly takes over
Everything comes to halt, a stand still,
a dead puls, all the struggle
But it should not hurt this much.
She is twenty years old;
that means she has been living on this earth for twenty years.
However, do not mistake living with feeling alive.
Because it has been about five...
six, seven, eight, nine.
I want to live till thirty
Before my bones crumble into dust
I want to live till thirty
Before I stare out of ancient eyes
I want to die young
Before the pain becomes unbearable
Once lived a a young womenShe had stringy hair of gold that hung so delicately from her bony, pale white shouldersShe was a mystery, from top to bottom
I am constantly bouncing,
From one moment to another,
Some happy, some not.
I am constantly living,
From one day to another,
Some enjoyable, some not.
I am constantly smiling,
The smell of the wet earth in her nose
How calming it was to finally be alone
Her feet hit each step gracefully
And her hair was pulled back tight.
Best leader Mackenzie King?Particles are decaying?Function of p?Mussolini?Oh god, help me I'm dying! :)
The time has come
To end the suffering
Of those I love
Becoming weaker each day
My body corroding away
Confided to this bed
My life is ending
The only reason I am alive
When I was ten, my grandfather drove all the way from Texas to Colorado just to help my mother and I move after my step-dad left us.
When I was eleven, my grandfather helped pay for me to go to camp with the rest of my classmates.
Stage 1.
Effervescent. Energetic. Enlightened
It chose you. But you go on, and on, and on, and on,
Hairy. Happy. Hopeful
You have your own ribbon of color now.
Stage 2.
I heard the news. I cried for weeks.
How am I ever going to come to terms with not having you in my life anymore?
Your smile, your laugh, your prescence. It filled the room whenever you were near.
Thank you for granting me impermanence;
Consciousness is a pair of 3D glasses
or 2 hours of headache tossed in the trash.
If I had to keep taking shits until the Universe’s expiration date,
Tick tock to a halt; it’s one, then two, then stop
Her breathing slows, her small throat swells
Tears are rolling down her cheeks
It may seem morbid, it may seem wrong
But I’m not ashamed of how I feel
He eats; he sleeps.
He jumps; he falls.
He thinks, but can no longer recall.
It moves; it beeps.
It can write but not read.
It is the mean.
When it stops moving and beeping,
Hope flickers like a small flame
Easily put out in the wind of the ghastly night.
So I lay on the cold hard floor
Staring at the silver moon dancing.
Dancing with the fading stars
Across the onyx abyss.
You're not who you used to be.
You know that.
I know you do.
But you also don't know who you used to be.
You were never strong-willed and you were never really happy.
Pronounced dead
Is the one who can’t breathe
But when around you
I can’t.
And I’m fully alive.
My eyes can’t see
Ears can’t hear.
Heart can’t beat.
Lungs can’t contract.
You don't need my confession
To know that I'm struggling with depression
it follows me everywhere I go
and I wish it wouldn't show
I can bury my face in other things
took control
it took it's toll
on you and everyone around
with bloody fists you pound
It was a great time,
But wait WHAT?
You are leaving me right?
No, my mind cannot handle this
I am falling into pieces and cannot resist
The departure made me mad
Each part of my brain is bursting
A sleepless snowman under the pale moon
Motionless yet flawless of perfect white,
So pure and still and fair, yet thinks too soon
A dream of someday flying like a kite.
"When will the dying end?
when you shed your last tears
Tired of smiles being just pretend
But too scared to face our fears
When will the hate cave in?
Only crying when no one hears
We cry adieu, the red-haired vulturecrys not a tear, for all is spentits heart is rent, all hidden treasureNevermore to gleam in warmth of light
Death my dearest compassionate misunderstood friend
When all hope is passed
You stand
Your realm is the bridge of no return
Dearest one
You greet all who you visit
The breath of death left an bad taste in my mouth
The withered white walls felt like they were coming closer and closer as my chest screamed for mercy, Calling out for anything that would end the pain.
My tears, were private
All the dying.
And the suffering
There was no one.
That I could talk to.
I suffered alone.
My tears, were private.
Can you see,
They are imbued in doubt
and therefore can never be certain
Their hearts long in the past
and therefore cannot embrace the present
Their fears are caged inside
and therefore will never be free
Every memory fading,
One by one.
Every bridge burning,
One by one.
I took every breath,
One by one.
I will never be free from this hate.
My heart is a dull thud in my chest. Drained from all life, it struggles to beat once, twice,
My mother and I walked around outside before her death.
She smelled of industrial waste.
But I tell myself she smelled like flowers, anyways.
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The Day you Died I felt
Nothing.
It's not that I didn't care. No, I did.
But I felt an abyss. Emptiness. A black hole.
No sensation. You dead, I alive
But both, in destiny, tied.
I had a dream last night,
Too real to be ignored.
It started out inside
The mind's sequestered storm.
Have you ever thought about the possibility that one day the Earth will have no more food?
The world drains of colour
Black mourning in my eyes
Too many times
I've stared death in the eye
So close
I could feel his cold
Stagnent breath on my cheeks
I was staggering, drunk, holding onto my cousin as if she was now my physical crutch as well.
It was pitch black, the trees surrounding us, and if they weren't attached to mother earth,
I feel the calming waves
Lapping at me
Through the bright
Blistering sun
And stealing away
Every ounce of innocence
I once possessed
I have never felt so distant
From reality
Anger and frustration and constant manipulation
Echoing in my mind, pulsing day and night
Fed up with all the stress and trying to put it to rest
Hearing the lies inside that refuse to let me die
I think God has a cruel sense of humor.
Because when I turned eleven and pleaded with all my might to become immortal,
I heard Him chuckle in the confides of the newly blackened space
I used to fall asleep, head brushing fur
to the gentle melody of your steady purr
And I can still remember exactly how it felt
warm and safe and comforted, my head on your pelt
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,
Open arms
Waiting for me to leap
The chasm awaits
I try to leap
But my chains hold me back
Chained to barren rock
No escape
No reaching the arms that wait
Trying to make it
Into the void
Every Day, Every Minute....
People get bullied
Every day,
Every
Minute.
Most bullies don't stop to think,
"Are they really getting hurt by what I do?"
Some see no wrong in it.
Change
It comes in great voluptuous waves that knock back humanity
Or in tiny rivulets that slowly cascade and bring a passive awareness.
I stood there, frozen.
Time seem to stand still,
As I stood there, looking down at you.
Nothing in my life ever prepared me for this.
I distinctly remember the sound,
The sound of the body bag being unzipped.
How are you doing?
I'm fine, thanks for asking.
Pretty well, thanks.
Okay.
Alright.
You know.
All too ready for the weekend, you know?
All too ready for the end of the day, you know?
When I died,
I'm not sure if anyone missed me.
I imagine my mom cried.
Maybe.
But people die.
And that's a hard-proven fact.
So why do we cry?
Yes.
Story of my life.
Dying, dying, dead.
Story of my joy.
Going, going, gone.
Story of my soul.
Mutilating, mutilating, mutilated.
Story of me.
Alone.
Misunderstood I am.
Other Fear my coming,
For I bring a kiss,
Denoting the end.
Why men fear the end,
Having a smile
On your face
Just goes to show
How you are sweet
Being your friend
Till the end has been great
I'm saying bye
I hope you see
How much you have meant to me
People keep staring
I just look to the floor
Strangers start talking
a few more steps to the door.
Beep.. Beep.. Beep.
Heart racing; too much noise
Cheery smile, happy face.
There are some days
when all I see is the color grey.
Full of smoke, full of smog
Full of emptiness in the world that's sorrounded with disgusting fog.
You feel it, so do I
Blood dripping
Tears falling
Love dying
You crying
Me, not caring
You saving
Legs Running
Too late
I died
I love you
Author's note: While Power Poetry covers a multitude of causes, I've noticed that there are two in particular that are largely avoided--elder care and death.
Don't tell me you're sorry
If it takes my blood
Dripping to the floor
For you to notice
You're not truly sorry
You're just desperate
For a quick relief
You say you didn't drink that much.No one tries to stop you. You take the keys and drive off. You didn't realize the light was red, you kept going. You wake up in the hospital,
I touched the side of the peeling green house.
The weather has torn and chisled it away.
It used to be bright and proud.
It was a strong house, but now it is dying.
The date is setThis is my decisionAnd even though we just metI need to make this incisionThe day is running outI need to catch that trainBecause I have no doutIt’ll turn off my pain
I miss you so much I miss your voice and soft touchThe way you comforted me Always offering me a cup of teaI lie to myself everyday I tell myself you'll come back by the end of MayEven though I know deep downYou're never coming back to this townYo
So black and white
You'll never understand
The smudges and strokes
Of my untrained hand
The lines and confines of my several binds
That bind and tie lies to those who must die
When my Great Grandmother was near death in the hospital
I was curious to see what an old person's butt looks like,
so I kept standing on my tippie toes to catch a see
Do the dying know that they are the dying?
I mean those who aren’t terminally ill
with ‘best before’ dates stamped on their bodies.
Those who can’t schedule their own funerals,
You'll drink black tea someday It'll taste so bittersweet You'll try to run away There's only death to meet
Words cannot explain
how much you mean to me
nothing could ever compare
or even ever be
You're my Dad, my one and only
you're my leaning post
although I love my family
My starving hope,
.. my soul relys
upon the morn of fresh tomorrows.
For love essential--
do not withhold
upon my living dying soul.
Joy immeasurable
Dying White Rose
A beautiful white rose
with petals so bright.
She clings to the ground
hoping for life.
She's short of air;
She can not breathe;
As the years go by
As the months come near,
I already know
That death is here.
It comes so quiet
You can hardly here,
The whispers of death
And my soul in fear.
When will we stop the violence
Becuz the night is hot and I can't sleep
And I smell violence in the air
It smell of pain and sadness
We stand alone in the dark
When will someone turn on the light
I fall.
Feeling weightless, the panic and the comfort.
Fallen angels wings surround,
Floating, bells sound.
Ringing in the distance.
Down to loved ones embrace, ahead of the wind
Deaths embrace.
Regret holds no meaning to what I felt
Something greater was born
What I'd done made me melt
As everything inside me was torn
A silver hair spins a thousand tales unspun.
It comes, drifts, sinks and leaves,
Blinded by what it thinks, hears and sees.
In a world where the two, seeks the one.
Love life
love hard
times move on
whether you were a part of them
at all
can't move
so stop trying
hearts bleeding
eyes crying
there's an expiration date
Can’t
____curl up
You know
____you’ve grown old
(cracking bones)
____when the fetal position
____hurts
Dad sits at the kitchen table
and leafs through The Times,
and waits for the kettle to whistle,
and waits for the ring,
the call.
In the family room, uncle
fiddles with Mozart
on the white keys
Memories, tragedies, love and loss.
I can’t wrap my finger around what it is,
that messes me up like this.
Is it the way you left or what you said,
That constantly replays in my head?
Everyone was born with parents,
How long they stayed is different.
Everyone once had a home,
Whether it was the streets or somewhere warm.
Everyone once held innocence,
The days are coming to a close,
The end is finally near,
The memories are overflowing
With the loves I once held dear;
Goodbye crawls slowly closer
And I take a moment to look back;
I made my bed on an ocean of glass shards
floating upon the undulating waves of incomprehension;
bourbon-soaked dreams sliced open and bleeding life’s meaning,
Hiding.
Terrified.
Afraid.
Forever.
Their shadows in your dreams,
People began to scream,
Your blood runs cold.
Each fight we have, tears me down,
Of your standard, I've fallen short.
Barely hanging on with pain,
Can't you see that we're the same?
