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I crave more,   More than you could ever know.   Flesh was a minuscule distraction, it only appeased me for a while,    Now I ache for more.  
I crave more,   More than you could ever know.   Flesh was a minuscule distraction, it only appeased me for a while,    Now I ache for more.  
Power is my sword. Grace is my ford. And me not be a hoard. I use to like my cable cord. Now I carve wood art. My palace is made out of form.
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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.
Mason’s garden  Impeccablein placementand in shaping,row on rowof topiaryin greys and reds.
Quietus thoughts I’ve passed three score and ten;many years I’ve harbouredthoughts of death.
Time passes by and darkness begins to descend. But still the trees will not bend the darkness creeps ever closer and brings the crisp cold air, yet the trees do not bend. The air gets colder as we all get older, here the first leaves fall.
A little girl Used to be so peaceful Skipping on the road
As the fire flitted before my eyes, Dancing, burning, creeping I hear people weeping
Sing Swan song This is how our cries to blank void Becomes a joyous song Sing Swan song For a death and rebirth in Christ Let the sound of our voices Enclosed in defeaning silence
A world once beautiful, Now dreary and pained, The grass still grows, But dead the living stay, Trees aech up to touch the sky,  And down to reach the river's underside, The flowers are quaint,
Roses are red Violets are blue Time flies by and so will you Dreams will die Regrets you'll feel Tic and Toc the time wont stop Close your eyes And count to ten Maybe this time ill let you win
I kickstarted your heart, Benz. Pushed your fetal blood in the right direction, connected your neurons. The foam in your infant lungs,  I turned that into oxygen.
do you have moments, where you can’t imagine a future?you’re lying there, staring at thesame wallssame ceilingssame wordswith nothing but the same feelings-empty and pale,
Your story isn’t over; It’s the beginning of a new chapter; A new chapter where you are the hero But still your own villain;
A hammer shatters the mirror and blood pools in the places punctured by the mirror's shards. Maybe the blood loss will make her lighter.  140 to 135 to 104 still counting. 
Death came to them and said "Look at me children" And they refused to look So they were reaped with the harvest   Death came to them and said "Look at me children" And they looked upon him
Just... waiting for the clock to say the shift is over to get the hell out of here to move to the city waiting in traffic waiting in line behind the old lady who still uses checks at the grocery store
texas wildflowers do not understand death blue monarchs do not understand death  
I'm tired of thinking,  In test dates, And terms papers. When all I really want, Is to use my imagination. The stars call my name, But I'm busy getting A's 
The cold air flooded lungs of the sick, the smell of sanitation and cleanliness was found amongst the stench of the ill,   No one was happy to be found here   The room was dimly lit by grimy windows
Upon the shores she stood, Eyes searching the deep sea And landing on a piece of driftwood That bobbed where she thought dear uncle may be  
Below this ground lies the infinite ocean graveyard The seas overtaking boundless promises Left for the tides to discard Waves washing away titanium tiles
You were silent And I was arrogant, Screaming for the attention I neither needed nor deserved.   Your notebooks were filled 
  This Fragmented Hate  Written by Janeiry Cruz (​A.K.A Dorky Jane)
Dawn And Break Of October  A speck of blue, Entrapped by all my careless wonders Do touch me here, do touch me there, Rob me so I am deep in slumber. 
Did you love me? I'm not sure you did. You claimed I was your one and only. But, I don't wear lily prefume. You said you would never hurt me. But, I always had bruises.
She went out with a bucket on the roof She caught a falling star and she put it in her pocket  She took a photo to keep it as proof She tried not to let it fade away   She wanted to save it for a rainy day 
4 miles away I felt the oxygen leave your lungs I heard you beg for oxygen while you laid on the cracked pavement One shot was all it took for them to shatter my mentality
Fuck America, with this place that I call home, to the place that is practically a huge giant dome, to this place that all they do is moan  about the problems of this state,  of this country,
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It Can't Be Good To Hold The View ... That I'm A CROOK Because My Top Has Got A Hood ... !?! The Weather Now Can Be Quite FOUL ... !!! WITHOUT An Umbrella I Could Be DROWNED ... !!!!!
You’re the first thing i remember You’re my most important person I don’t know where I'd be without you   I protect you Big or small
Anna was walking late one night, Hunting for some food to bite But she fell down a simple flight Of stairs that truly were a sight   They found Anna the following day,
What will happen if I sneak into heaven? I just want a glimpse of paradise.
she's been trying for so long fighting for her way out but she's tired
Feeling the turbulence all around me I see a group of people I recognize, My cousins. "Where am I?" I ask. They pointed to the grass. I look down, then around me, "The cementary" I whispered out in shock.
she comes in winter lapses with her golden hair in waves she comes with wilting flowers singing on of summer raves   he waits in summer months for his love to return
You act as if I haven’t been living from one fix to another the past three years of my life. You act as if I don’t know just how cold life is,
Oh, how the clock keeps on ticking, Screaming death all the time.  Death claims all as fast as life gives,  And we long for more time.    Death is closer each day we waste. I no longer fear death, 
Every day was the same from then on. It happened, I couldn’t change it. I tried a different outcome,  each walkthrough in my life. Each day I tried to be something more, feel something...different.
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Inside the Old Dutch Church my body stays.As a man, I was a soldier in war.But on the battlefield my head decays,And yet, I still wander the world once more. At midnight, my old curse awakens me,
Rain pours, the dogs sleep, and Pandora shuffles my music. From a mason jar I drink my tea. Weather reflects one's mood. Loneliness, longing, insatiable "hunger" and depression burn within; my heart roasting.
I knew when it rang  my entire life would change  its time to let go 
I watched it all, never once did I look away So calm as I heard the univeitable echoes of a radio, news on televisions, sirens calls that I drowned out by the sight in front of all mankind
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dear jd, veronica is hanging from the top of the bell jar, and her heart was poisoned with antifreeze. what are you going to do when the vault of your secrets destorys itself?
What do we do When war wages wild In our own homes Ten times over And the time to fight Grows ever near?   Do we wait Here in secrecy In the dark, dreary, cold And pathetically distant Land we call our own?   Or do we “begin To solve the problem”?
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One day, we’ll surge past the exosphere, flying at  two hundred ninety-nine million seven hundred ninety-two thousand four hundred fifty- nine
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
With the demons creeping in My mind turns over each sin Each one simply something that no-one should see.   Blood and iron all the same
Please forgive what I say next, but after you are gone  I will burn the memories of you at the stake and choke on their smoke like the tobacco rings of your cigars.
  nothing i am feeling is anything unique to the human experience.   i love you,   but how can you believe me?   you can't know how much i mean it.  
Snow lightly coats the top of the river, Sides of houses covered in icicles, Christmas lights shine so bright Headlights look too similar. I danced in the riverbanks and couldn't help
Ghosts fade in the wind Savage beast with human skin   Sing and rejoice As the king makes his choice   Children muted by fate Bruises taint their small gait  
I hark back prior to my birth. My words couldn't possibly illustrate this event because man's intelligence communication, moreover words didn't exist.
It's been months without seeing his face, How he smiled a little too wide, His teeth sharp with appetite. It's been months without hearing his voice, How he spoke a little too quietly,
Wrathful winds full of rage, Blowing away, Smashing to pieces, The world of ordinary folk. If you were there? When out of sheer innocence, They unlocked the doors to their hearts,
Running out of time, counting down the days, the only dream I have, is to skip the future haze.   For my dreams are not happy,
Icarus, A little boy, One day wished For wings to fly. Daedalus loved him, Far too much To tell him no. So, made him  Out of metal things, An airplane that gleams.  
I am never going to grow up. Similair to a Twinkie, I could last forever and live on, well-loved by everyone and never growing old, but I won't. I'll be consumed and disappear. Life will eat me, 
The funeral is quiet with the exception of muffled sobs,  Murmured prayers, and a mournful violin. A sea of black cloth surrounds the casket,
Warm water rushed up the bubblegum walls of a room I called home to the age of 14Ethereal creatures, niveous nothingsColubrine eyes staring soullessly forward Waiting, wading into water 
Herein lies a body with an interesting story to tell, for its soul rest in hell.   Out of the infinite number of ways to die, his was a tale that went awry.   His life was one of simple comings;
Nothing can really be said that has not already been heard, But I shall try.. Oceans of raw emotion portrayed, expressed, undressed and displayed through different torrential variations and depths of
they say he died of drowning because the wax of his wings melted. but that isn't true. he died from the cold. the ice gripped and clawed at his wings weighing them down
Bang! Bang! The gun sang and the sound rang as he hangs His blood spilt inside of the house he had built Filled with guilt; you rapidly rose He turns a cyrstal pale and looks so frail
As soon as the rosy-lining of sun appeared, The children sprang from their homes and met at the center. Their soiled feet pounded the stone pathways, alerting the
Longing is such an apt word. The physical space between us is now uncomfortably far. Your presence is the early morning fog on a cool fall morning;
Hands grip my soul Slowly dragging the life from me A hole forms in my heart Leaving a space that can never be filled.   Two lips hover over me
Bring me to my senses  Make me stop Before I lose all feelings And go numb.   There's something addictive about it Seeing the blood flow
I let my head fall back Held up by nothing but the buoyancy of salt and water My body relaxes, slowly sinking down into the depths A million shades of blue.  
Ruins are what build the integrity Of a man destroyed by love. Though the red glass of his heart shatters, The golden sinews of his character tightens To create a new person. 
I hope tomorrow never comes. Tonight to last forever.   If we wake to the sun, rays on our face, it's too late. I'll know  theres no time to leave this place.   Morose feeling inside.
My name, Thanatos, resides on all their minds.  Death personified right into its living and breathing form, finds itself in a graveyard as a gravedigger, greatly confined.
I often wonder what passes through your wandering mind.  May God help me appease my lonely pondering mind.    For what lies hidden beneath  your surface so well. 
everybody dies, everything else is lies. this is the only truth, there is no surprise. no matter where you hide, death will come and find you. it was meant to be, it will remind you. it won't hear you scream, it won't wipe your will stand
Death, a cold ice that freezes our bloom A known silence that constantly loomsIt’s our final reward after the race;From where it comes, no one can traceBut patiently at the finish line, it awaits 
Nephthys only ever wants to see the night. The dark, soothing blanket that reminds her of when her mother used to dance in the halls of their home, all rich ebony skin and pearly white teeth and bright eyes. Before she left.
The chaos within me ensues  Drowning my thoughts    While I sought  For what was left of me  The views Within my soul  Were nothing but cold    I am no longer who i was 
Through the woods, Through the mist; To the place where we first kissed; See the soul, See the eyes; See the tears I knew you cried; Though apart, Not for long; I give you my last song;
I don't want to find love. I just want to be free. I only care about the people who believe in me. It's hard to find a truelove out there. Sometimes, it just ain't there.
She should have let her brother go instead But Bellona had set her heart outbound As she could not stand for unjust bloodshed   With sign raised high and fist above her head 
a question most have  but none ask: why suicide? life has so much more to offer, they say. it gets better, they promise. 
She lived in deep watersWhere someone once sleptHer breath ran out  Waiting to be found"Life is short," she said.before her flesh fell into the ground She is in your gardenSoundly sleeping
There is always mystery that abounds When she walks Her light footsteps are Shrouded in a forlorn mist Her shoulders hunched In resignation of her doomed fate Raindrops hasten from her mournful eyes
Dark subway tunnel Damp, rank scents surround, but then Falling, bright lights drew me near Cobalt blue engagd my eyes A vacuum pulled me to The Light  
From the tales of ancient prophecy  The rivers run to eternity without end  The destiny of all things certain A return to the same place in time
Have you ever seen another take their lastbreath? Who can tell which it was,until the momentis long past?
I can’t go in. The smell of medicine that isn’t working, Desperately masked by overwhelming sanitizer that stings my nose as I inhale. No sunlight makes its way through the windows.
She could spread her wings with the birds and the bees and follow the sun as they became one Rays of fire soaking through her pores and wrapped around her bones it lifts her up higher than everyone else 
The day you said your final teary goodbye My tears won't dry Take my beautiful memories with you Scattered reminders All around me My tears won't dry Take my beautiful memories with you
The Grim Reaper is cold  And heartless they say, But I despise taking souls. Each life I take, I feel as if I decay.   The innocents who die 
Will be like this:  R.I.P. Bob  and tears and probably more tears.      However, there is more than just death and mourn.  Your story won't die. 
I am a man. I’m sure my reputation proceeds me I know just how you’ll perceive me But I’m begging please believe me Please open your eyes and see me   I am a human
The Warrior in Truth is an artist.His sword, like a chord it plays death.His tune of destruction; at times it sounds staccato.On occasion, it’s a swirling crash of whistling fate.
the Earth once asked its lover what are humans made of? same as you replied the Girl explain  said the Earth i have iron in my blood,  oxygen in my lungs,  and salt in my tears,
By: Kiersten Warner I once walked along the sand, A beach that stretched through a magic land. A land enchanted for the lonely heart, my heart whose love was world’s apart.   On the sand there swelled a tide,
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 what you make it We live on borrowed time But if life is what we make it Then it’s time that I make mine   Hide your sorrow in your pocket To prepare for rainy days
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
Life is like a video game. Like sims, except not as easy and in some ways not as hard. its filled with puns that are cheesy and it’s filled with birthday cards but life is like a video game.  
There once was a peaceful creature hidden away in a sweet cedar forest. The forest was ancient with beautiful features, but never a stranger or tourist  
Death Comes in the number of 3’s Like blowing out your candles on your 3rd birthday That one extra candle symbolizes you’ll get older
23: that’s how many days it took to stop thinking about you every time I woke up. It’s how many times I sat alone with hurt in my eyes this year alone.
When I was a child I used to wonder why the veterans in town didn’t like the fireworks on the 4th of July. I thought that’s what they fought for, the freedom to make things go boom.
Right now, There is a child born, Opening its eyes for the first time, Taking in the light of a world it has not yet explored, Breathing in the air that encases it’s small and helpless body,
These heavy hearted warriors  With medals on their wrists   These sadness stricken gladiators  The world can not resist.                       They fight their daily battles 
Just one more  I promise that’s it  Just one more  Then I promise I’ll quit.   Those lies you spoke  for so many years  An ocean of needles  and too many beers.  
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.
I’ve seen too many people die.                                                                                            Homicides, mothers cry, my own people swatted like flies.
Happiness is like the wind— Cool and comforting and yet so fleeting So when that familiar feeling was dimmed I found my heart somberly beating.   I remember my days of youth
I had a simple thought on a simple day A spark of mundane revelation as our car passed on its way
By my bed, at night, there are three windows Sometimes the moon travels from the first to the third  Sometimes the moon stays on the second
Wondering where can I start but What beginning is better than from the heart  For over a decade, everything was fine No complaints, was living life, disregarding time Growing up in the projects never made a difference to me Because love from my mo
Leaves  Falling away from their home Some with struggling grip on the emptiness around them. God wishing to turn over anew,
Just one month ago, you were walking around.But now you're dead and buried in the ground.So much can change in just the blink of an eye.You went too soon, forty-eight was too young to die.
I am from dead leaves on oak trees to green grass covered with trash. I am from chimingchas every Sunday to hearing "Hey! Go hit the hay!"
Inspired by the following: The Book Thief - personification.  The Hunger Games - Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire. Thor:Ragnarok - Hela, the goddess of death.
your touch it lingersit lingers on my skinyou were so warm I never wanted to give inas tears fall from my eyes now I can finally seeit was never you it was meI want to see youI want to feel 
My grandmother and his father were first cousins, and that made us related.When he died on the 3rd of June, his death wasn't something that I anticipated.When a person dies, it's something that people hate.
He died 25 years ago today, which is a quarter of a century.He produced 'Never Say Never Again' with Sean Connery.He was born in 1932 and was a man who people would admire.
I was 16 when Mocha died. I should have seen it coming. She'd been sick for a while, we'd had to cut her tail because of a tumor and she couldn't breathe too well. She wouldn't go back upstairs, no matter how hard I tried.
When I was little , I didn’t worry with the troubles of the world . Now, it’s different -I am not a little girl . When I was little , I didn’t live with heartaches .
I'm riding in front of you. Hopefully you can SEE me. In my rearview I see you holding your phone in front of your face.
He keeps me safe I trust him because I fear him And he’s all I need and more He has a power over me he can’t control He makes the birds sing
I miss you. I miss you as much as i miss the first taste of summer wehn winter hits. Or as much as i miss the first frost at the peak of those dog days. Six years have gone by without you here.
When you claim to not be a child, it's like Saying you can breath underwater or see through walls: Only a child thinks that. But to say an adult cannot be a child
I thought I would stay six forever, well that did not happen.  I thought I could play with my toys and have fun with no challenges.
The fate of any manbewitched by lovewith one particularIrish girlis one thatusually ends their journeyin this realm of worldBlack Widowsome call her death itself
The morning after his mother passed Into some great valley of comfort and stars My father sat by his computer. “Listen to this song,” he told me-- Like so many times before--
growing was slow, then sudden like tectonic plates drawing near, then clicking together, leaving a trail of collapsed buildings in its wake-
 I see Brian's head cracking against the concrete and his chest halt, his brawny frame taking its last breath on the asphalt. I see the boy whose name I cannot rip from my lips with a gun to his head, and the trigger he grips paints the wall red. 
Help me understand this curse Why will my last ride be in a hearse   What if I prefer immortality  Though I know it’s impossible in reality 
I never thought that  I would see the day When you would forever close your eyes And I would have to see my guardian angel fly away; So many regrets, so much stolen time
May 25, 2019   I cast my gaze upon the cool, crisp glass I see a glimpse, the glimmer, the shadow, a horror A face, my own, familiar, but not my own For within it I see another face
a generic ringtone, a sound foreign to this 2am hour a beat as we freeze, glancing down, and then up "hello?" a motion towards the bottle clink, pour, swallow "things aren't looking too good" a pause
Each time that my mind was finally ready to end it all, I stood on the end of a bridge, ready to jump. It always seemed like it would be quick and cheap. The pain would end before I had a chance to even register it.
Lying in bed wondering what I could have changed The outcome of the day when you took your last breath and God called your name.  I wanted you to stay and didn't understand why it had to end
I want                                                                                                           nothing.  I feel 
Forsaken souls with tasks undone No longer soaking up the sun. Long gone youth and inspiration Left in a void with desperation. Wallowing in incessant past
Higher and higher I climb, With death filtering through my mind.   I no longer have hope, Only a really strong rope.  I tie it around my neck,  And give it a quick little check.   
I'm obsessed,Obsessed with death.  I love to picture my own end. Will it be by my own hands?An enemy's? Will I be a hero? Or will I grow old?   I'm obsessed,
Do you ever just want to be dead? ... I do.  Often.   But, I don't want it to be my fault. I see how much it would hurt them now.    
It was seven years ago when you celebrated your final Mother's Day.We had to bury you ten months later when you passed away.Before you became ill, your death wasn't something that our family anticipated.
When I got on my knees for church And asked who am I doing this for? When I watched a man die on the street And wondered why anyone need be poor? When I heard students cry out for peers shot dead
Empty   It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise.
Understanding Death   Death is abstract. It comes in varying forms, and sneaks up on you.   Suddenly, she appeared.  
Inside   My tears fall swift and silent. It is too quiet… Deafening silence fills the air, lays on my bed, and covers the floor.
One Hundred and Sixteen   These quiet halls are bleak with emptiness. My footsteps, slow and loud, alert no one. The door to my room grows taller,
In Dying Her body sank into the depths and embraced the sun.  
The Untimely Death Certificate   The untimely death certificate says 14 years old.   The untimely death certificate says you should have known.  
Like the brightest of stars Her hands could create anything And she chose to unfold Her beautiful soul Within spray paints and photographs
I learned I was growing up, On a cold, snowy day After returning from the christmas holiday   I learned I was growing up When I heard whispers of other students; "Did you hear?"
  The air becomes dry and the wind stops mewling familiar hymns that I stopped singing So that I may talk to you  
Trigger Warning: Suicide I’m surrounded.   Shadows line my concrete walls, Reaching out, They pull at my knotted hair,
My short, silky pigtails were brushing through the wind while you pushed me on the swings, since my little legs couldn’t swing myself.
Through the sky Death shall rise, On rotten wings will he fly. With the stench of torture on his clothes, He sends Fear into all his foes.
The Bell-tower taunts me when I look out my bedroom window.Saints who sin are loved more than me.Their audience comes in droves to the sounds of bells!     I hear them ringing.I go numb with fear.
Of What Waters Do We Rise? From the depths of the Sea? The muck beneath the Reefs? Do we Cluster and Meet? Or do we simply Be? Do we brush by the Creatures and say Hi?
In marble, like moon; encased and cold,I linger where you sleep. Long shed of decadentpurulence, your pale caress holds me still,and I dream of your bones atop mybones; our veins dying of thirst; the
I open the window So I don’t suffocate But the air doesn’t reach my lungs As I try to count my breaths   Monday I came in to see you
I'll make the most of my time left to spend,                                                   1 For a call from the tower of silence cries, "You too into dust will surely descend,
The cold whirled into the room, The breeze freezing the poor mans toes.   A sigh rattles in his chest, His fingers strum the strings of his guitar.
Dead Youth Rose, Gabriel Cappello   While we are young Youthful and ever so free Not a concern in site with a world of danger ahead in the light   New responsibilities become uncovered
Training wheels   "Hold on tight!” “Don't go too fast!” “You have your helmet on right? “
i. HER Hot bloodrains downdanger is nearand she has a name goddess of paingoddess of hurt and heartbreakgoddess of lonliness
Grandpa turned to me and said: Nooit Gedact, you never know what to expect I hold those words to my heart But his heart stopped And I didn't expect it   I may not know what to expect
Sky Fades Away String are left to decay Trails end, rails bend Suddenly time melts away   I was on the train to New Orleans When I saw a girl that was in my dreams  
I was in the shower Thinking for an hour Why is my life sour Falling off a tower   What is the meaning of life? To love, to reproduce, to get a wife? To go outside and observe the wildlife?
White Dragon Boy  eyes glistening upon the sky  Swirling and flying along in Avalon Free as ever was Knowing the world finally set you free To your actual form  White dragon boy
I thought you were doing fine, I didn’t know what was wrong, I thought you'd push through it, that you were invincibly strong, As a friend I should have supported you, helped you along the way,
It will always beat, she said it so sweet. Heart that always skipped, thinks it's tricked. When it has a fit, I feel like I've been hit. Time is running out, but it's nothing to worry about.
My life is nearly over, I leave the rest to you. The dreaming, moon-beaming, blood teeming, I've other things to do.   I need to write my will, comb my hair; any last requests?
I'll make a castle out of you, Walls of bones and love and laughter, And I'll live forever after, And you won't even know,   As they sink you in the pit, As your lungs dry and turn black,
A British actor entertained people as Selwyn Froggitt and The Gaffer.During his 89 years of life, Bill Maynard gave millions the gift of laughter.He starred in a few episodes of both 'Worzel Gummidge' and 'Heartbeat'.
She is the light of my life. Was, though now I remember all the  softness from her. Purity, which sickened like the yellow skin spread over her in the end. Sunshine always lit up the sky and
My evil stepmother and I became lovers and we killed my dad.We did it so that we could get all of the money that he had.We were greedy and we made sure that Dad would Rest in Peace.
Death is sad. Death is beautiful. Death is gory. Hearts are broken. Love becomes extinct. It is inevitable. No one can hide from death. However, people can run toward it because running from it is the beginning of the end.
One day... One day you wake up; You open your eyes. Everything blurs; Everything turns black and white. Ash surrounds your senses; All you feel is numb, Numb pain,
I am nine years old, and I fear the monsters. They hide in my closet, under my bed, behind my curtains.  Their shadowy forms leer at me, laugh at me.  I flick on the lights, run to my parents' bedroom.
O DOUG! my Doug! Our joyful trip is done, The collar weather’d every task, the happiness we made was fun, The time is near, the sobs I hear, the people all crying,
He's gone. My number one support system. My everyday hero, He's been taken for granted. He fixes our uniforms without being asked. I need him, he'll be there in 5.
Run as fast as your feet can tread When you get here I may be dead Use the force that God gave at birth Please use your endless mirth  
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You asked me to write for you, So I wrote of a boy with stars in his eyes, A bright soul, and his heart on his sleeve. I wrote about how he died and how the light left his eyes
Elixir of Life, Drops of bliss, A red so rich,   Drip, drip, drop A teardrop of Royalty   Embedded, are,
Dipping my toes Into the endless midnight blue To me, it's a deadly hue. First my ankles, Then up to my knees. Pause. Remind myself to breathe. My clothes are wet now
i wanna experience death. i wanna feel a pain so strong it’s numbing, i wanna look up at the sky and be greeted by another world, a better world.  
When he was born, God gave him a special gift.He was a British actor who was named Clive Swift.He starred as Richard Bucket and Roy Bowden in 'Keeping Up Appearances' and 'The Old Guys'.
All I have to do is paint a portrait of somebody being dead and he or she dies in real life.I've painted portraits of my former boss, my in-laws and I also painted a portrait of my wife.
You cannot see What is unseen. You cannot feel What is not felt.   The lines between Do not fall to observe. The truth is there It is just unheard.   Your eye can tell
heavy hope can be hard to carry, and an obscure future, dark and scary. here without you, why'd you go? didn't tie the knot, nor tie the bow. before you left, you kissed my nose
I see a river levee with bridges on both sides  it’s early the air is wet, my clothes dampened by it. People gathered and noise all around.  I’m running to you, your motionless.
Take three steps forwards Realized from years of hard work Fall backwards off the ledge Realized from a downward spiral One morning; a monday morning. Two thoughts; do I live or die?
I am at a loss For words For thought This loss Too much Too soon To process My loss Your loss
For The Dead May she rest among the starsAlways with us, by our sidesYet never truly here For there she is happyAt peace ContentAlways watching over usProtecting us Helping us  There she is never sadScaredAloneThere there is no warsNo deathNo pove
Take me away from here Let my departure be ungrand Let me go unnoticed
I whispered with the devil and he told me what to do. He said some people might not like it, even me, and it's true. Whether it's a noose around my neck, or a bullet in my head, he said he doesn't care at all; he just needs me dead.
Prosthetic      A piece of me,  piece of you.  Blithe memories, laid in ash.   The lethal dance of death illuminates your skin  An aggressive cold--  
I've traveled many lands To a find a mind like yours. I'm writing down new plans Once I reach new shores. Now i'm somewhere in the islands Underage mystery face in a bar.
Burns forests to ash Destroys both good and evil Harbinger of death
All I could see,was a fine silverit was so quick,but my heart was even faster,for this silverit could not outrunme in this raceBut, sadly I couldnot replace me for youas my regret
As cold as the moment before dawn As uncertain as the future As scary as a murder As dangerous as a war It steals the unwary And eats anyone it can
What is the point? Why live when a solution lies ahead Ahead of life, so why strive? Just dive straight ahead Ahead lies bloodshed Ahead of life, so why strive? Why try to survive   
TAAKA vodka, purple harleys, and cigarette rolling trays. The smell of pancakes and pretty summer days, the littlest things Are what triggers the replays Of the horrific day My daddy took his life away
 One day when life was full of peace My mentor said something to tease Who are you? Why are you here? What is your life's purpose, my dear?
I watched as my entire soul crossed a threshold. Time slowed and I saw his face. It was him. They said I’d never see him again,
Do you ever look at the stars and just leave home? Leave earth? Because when I see those shining beauties dotted like white paint, They take me to a universe without any distractions. An interesting thing about stars,
Summer’s here and the Sun’s Glare Brings little children—aliens— With tinted vision to live in a Body [of water] that is not their home. They see reaching arms
Unified in our individualism, we collectively suffer… We live in a system defined by hierarchies and divisions yet we still say it’s for a greater good that will eventually benefit everyone.
Oh weary traveler, Who are you to hate the summer? You, who burns in the winter Who knows no cozy cabin to call home   You jump from place to place
I’m constantly reminded of you when I look at my daughters face,  I picture you in heaven, a different world, a better place, Your personality is reborn through the innocence of my children, 
I am a tortured human soul, The world would be better, If I go. If I leave this world behind, What is the place I’ll find? I can’t live, with this pain,
The Blade is at bay, the Thoughts by the shore. The Noose at the gate and Suicide at the door. Regrets knock loudly, what-if’s knock some more. Then Darkness creeps in soundly and Death wins the war. 
I saw you today.   Your umbrella wavering in the rain.   Until I realized it wasn’t you.   The days we spent chasing each other in the rain,
The only creature  who truly knows freedom: high-flying bird   Give me freedom or  Give me DEATH! I'll settle for rights.    A 16 year old  with car keys in hand
I remember when I was a child And everything was clear Where the world did not suffer of fear And everyone was mild    Ticktock ticktock   However, I’m older now
Let us dance in revelry, Chalices to our lips. Immemorial, the fountain, From which springs forth the nectar of ages.   The clock frozen,
Could somebody take me somewhere pleasant? It's all I have ever asked of someone. How is someone to be omnipresent? They cry "all hail the one and only son."
The soul: ages not, neither decays, dies daily when we sleep, ressurects the next day, renewed and refreshed.    
My dog died over four years ago, And her ashes rest above our fireplace: A mantlepiece Behind a photograph of her that was there when she was alive
Even though the sky weeps with us today, tomorrow shares the warmth of sunshine and friendship, healing our sorrows in the light of rainbows.
. The odd story got to me today of your passing, Hmm, Alas! R.I.P, a cracked vitreous it is to my soul. Wish there could be remnants of words to posit, Other than R.I.P . Alot i have to tell and do,
I think I paint because of fear of the abstract. I think I have fear, and there it is, Blossoming in my behaivor.   Like a flower peddle swayed by the wind, I begin my life when many will end.
The sun just rose in lost connection, Please undo the times we have held onto believe, False hope, dreams, and expectation. I'm just glad those two came out alive, In due time, it's overwhelming inside.  
To the days...   I’m going to take you back many years, back to when you had very few fears. Back to the days of seeing isn’t always believing, and being promised candy is always deceiving.
The first thing my mother did, when a boy broke my heart, was open the windows. She said that letting in the air, and erasing his smell
The Person Once Found now is Lost. The Person Once is now The Person Always Hidden, Once Found, Now Lost. The Lost Person is missing the Lonely Child; His Lonely Child.
   The pains still there. Rotting me, from the inside out,  but I can hide it so easy. I hope you know what I'm talking about. It's hard to feel, anything real. When you pushed me out, 
I am broken. far beyond repair. I am broken. and no one seems to care. I am broken. but I hide behind a mask. I am broken. but no one ever asks.  I am broken.
These bed sheets are arms, Holding me, Eating me alive. They moisten with the pressure of clandestine prayers, Breath a ghost, The ghost of you,
Now here I begin by telling you I do not have a lot of time and feel the end creep closer and closer carried passed the minutes winding.
  Ding dong,    The bells ring marking twelve o'clock sharp,   like the knife in my hand,   the blood spreading on the floor,   like a raging wildfire,   consuming everything it touches...
You tell us nothing scares you more than death. You lie awake at night, after ending your prayers And stare At the meaningless body,
Let the aroma, the sweet intoxication, of the lilies take you away. Their white petals, beckoning, follow them
Every road you take leads you to the end To the cliff edge you can not see You may leave behind trail markers along the way But that trail that you’ve marked,
I look back on the memories we’ve had sometimes agoWhen life was free for every one of us, both young and oldWhen hiding in dilapidated buildings wasn’t a survival techniqueAnd death was from nature, not a man-made epidemic
Your eyes were like a tired sunset,Shining with a soft amber light,Seeing the beauty in even the ugliest of things.
It was a dreary night when it had happened, I was craving the sweet release of death, And I'd been wanting it for a long time. I had grabbed the red and blue pills, Gazing at them with true desperation in my eyes,
what is the meaning of lifeif my heart wants the knife What is the point of loveif theres nothing to dream of
I saw you in the sky I saw you in the clouds I saw you everywhere With me, without a doubt   I kept looking at you Couldn’t keep my eyes off
I gave you everything, You gave me nothing! You took my heart, You took my mind, But, you also took My life! Before you, I was empty, Loneliness, my only friend.
Decay in the earth of all living things. Just not here, where the cold keeps the flesh safe, maybe not from those ravenous beings,
Dearest one, I Love You You don't know how much those three words mean to me they cut deeper than any swords etching your name in my blood my DNA screaming for your touch And so I try!
i   lonesome and awake watching the lighthouse swing beams scanning cowards through bedroom windows   foreboding dawn of a red planet universe of hopeless
How Blood Flows   Blood flows Just like tears flows And love flows   Rooted in pain
The yellow man under the drawbridge saw that I was lost so  He asked me for my phone number today For the third day in a row  But I said no because it wasn’t the fifth. 
and the sun rose in the west today because it thought the world was dead. but it is alive because I woke up this morning and breathed.  and you know, I have always wondered what is death to the mortician?
How have I already been through loss, yet not love?
Street lamps and the last train speeding through ringing its arupt and startling bell "clear the way" it says to an empty road The night is dead
We see who we are, Daily,We move forward, internet,Technology . This is the way things seem to be,Functionality,Yet we are more than our daily lives,Genetically  Looks, build, hair, eyes,Physically,Behaviours, attitudes , Personality. Traits, beha
I can't hold on, I can't let go... I keep on breathing But each breath is suffocating. My heart keeps pounding But in my own blood, I'm sinking.
Through the hollows, into the grey Across the rolling hills of pain Run all night till the darkest day. When shadows behind the mists play Charge forward to the silent rain
How many times, Do we have to die? How many times, Does our blood have to fall? How many times, Will mothers bury their children?
Who is that man? Hot damn! He was the man who let the dogs out I found him in a treehouse  Get out of that tree house! Now he walks with million dollar pants Bring forth the second coming!
When you've got something,  like a parent or something,  or maybe a pet of some sort.  you like it. and stuff. And then you lose it.  And it suddenly becomes the most important thing. 
Nervous pangs and tattering thoughts The impending terror of my dreams lay before me. Psychology tells physiology to shut its mouth but biology gives in: Close my eyes and count to three  
Only when a lion is poked and prodded does it turn and roar. Only when a whisper is spat on and silenced does it turn into a scream. Only when a life is faced with death does it become meaningful.
  Everytime I see someone since my uncle’s been gone, they tell me how different I look How I cut my hair short How my acne cleared up How my lips aren’t chapped anymore
10   My first normal day in years If you could call it that I’ve been in and out of hospitals With test and treatments and monitors and ivs
Thus the Reaper picked up his tools, He took to his hands the metals forged in blood, He reached for the scythe with anger and wrath, According to his oath he upheld his mantle. Looking towards the foggy moors,
There was a time when these mind crimes Led to some prime rhymes With a fine line between "I'm fine" and "Am I dying?" But I could focus on the hardest parts
Death, death, all around. Not making a peep, not making a sound. It's not death coming for me that I fear. It's death coming for the people that I hold most dear. To live a life without someone you love is scary.
I In angry lines they crawl along the road The blood and sweat drenching their worn soles, Their barracks built with bullet holes Now walk the soiled highways home
I sometimes sit and wonder What death would be like. If you can feel everything, hear everything. Every smile you’ve ever seen, Every thought you’ve had,
  I sometimes sit and wonder What death would be like. If you can feel everything, hear everything. Every smile you’ve ever seen,
Death is not a concept yet formed in the mind of a child, until she wakes up one morning: fatherless; and she is forced to understand it, too quickly, too soon. He died when I was five years old,
Watching, waiting, The sun rising. Breathing, falling, The sun crying.   Upon the horizon, I know it is here.
Hi daddy. Remember this morning when you left for work You promised to come play with me when you got home. I set up the teacups and food for us with mommy Oh! And I made the tea that’s actually water all on my own.
Taking the things I love For me being naught but a fool For I was too young Not knowing the realities of this world But stuck in my own world
in christian school you are taught to pray to god jehovah yahweh jesus, christ, savior
Dear Roxanne, Squeals of joy, moans of pleasure, silence of sorrow; Hot chocolates, scrambled eggs, sticky ice-cream cones; Pillow fights, impassioned dance, heated arguments;
And then three years later and look at us now.. We were talking about marriage & having some kids in the house. Man nothing ruins a relationship quicker than doubt. Used to say you were so confident in what we had.
Don't cut your wrist and don't cut your thighs. Don't get pissed just show the world that you're alive.   Pull up your sleeves show what you hide. Not for us, But for yourself please
I remeber growing up as your baby cub. You taught me how to care for myself incase you were not there. Well now you are not here and I am still a lost cub.
took a journey starting yesterday It started on the phone A car A hospital A bed And ended with “goodbye”
It's as if the breath that i was holding onto,  For a mere 20 seconds,  Was life giving me the chance to take a pause. A pause from this mad world.
I stand on the edge behind you Listening to your epilogue You are one of many, not few   Another empty chasm filled I will be your witness Though I carry on, I am chilled  
56 years ago, a man was born into this world. 56 years later, he was found on the first floor of his house unresponsive because of smoke inhalation.
She starred in a Star Trek episode as the girlfriend of Khan.She was talented but it's sad because now she is gone.She had Multiple Sclerosis and by 1985, she was bound to a wheelchair.
Where Blue Meets Blue
yesterday, you asked to stay then in the morning, you went away. throughout the day, my eyes saw gray just black, and white,
I stand in a place that I've been once before, A garden of sadness that's watered with tears, A plot in the earth where I made an exchange: I buried my hopes and gave birth to my fears -
Today is the worst day. I knew it would be. My last goodbye to you Was yesterday And I look back To see what I missed A call, a text, a post Should I have Called you, texted, replied?
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
I cried today, and it's okay In hindsight now, I can't fall prey To doubt and fear, or dark dismay Their dreary biddings to obey * I cried today, it's tough to say Just why I cried, I can't convey:
If you're reading this note, then I'm already dead I probably got a bullet lodged in the side of my head You can't save my body, I already locked up the joint Anyway forget how I died, that's besides the point
ode to my dearest foxy   she is old now her eyes are milky with the aftermath of the cataract apocalypse, the mushroom cloud of eye disease
The last time I smiled was when my mom told me I has the same birthday and name as my grandma The last time I smiled was when I was down and my gransma cheered me up The last time I smiled
Some nights I wake to the realization that I can’t remember what your voice sounds like. I can’t remember the curve of your lips
I look at your tombstone And wonder if you Can hear your grandchild, Who you barely knew?
i- am death. you will wait for me at night- wondering, wondering
He had to save her That was all Plain and simple Stumbling across a dark landscape Pitch black water on either side Begging to swallow him whole
You were always struggling The one who was always in pain But you were the only one Who could make me feel okay   You were always indecisive
Rain,  wet droplets hit my face That time of year surely brings me faith           As the water weighs me down I pray         that maybe I'll be able to touch your base
I don’t have tattoos to hide my skin I use them to show what I represent within As my body is the tongue that my mind speaks And the stories I have on my body are still incomplete.  
Within the clouds I find nothing   But within your voice I see something   In the distance,  The dark is near But in my heart The stars are clear  
‘Mother! I’m home, I’ve gotten the correspondence from Lord Heathers.’ Another sip from whatever drink I was given Tsk! Filth amongst the crowd, something I’ve learnt to sense
‘Mother! I’m home, I’ve gotten the correspondence from Lord Heathers.’ Another sip from whatever drink I was given Tsk! Filth amongst the crowd, something I’ve learnt to sense
What comes after death? What lies beyond the final breath? Is the body just a mere shell? Do we really go to heaven or hell? Or the murky fields of Asphodel? Or are we all under a spell?
Today we formally say goodbye. It seems like all I do. Today I'm sick and snotty, Scared.
I'm asking you now, the person I will name God, didn't you hear my prayers every day? The youth deserves more than an empty hope  and grey,  but rather a future, one cherishing every day.  
I’m going to tell you a story But bare with me Because it’s one I’ve heard so many times That the chapters bleed together  
“If you can speak you can sing,And if you can walk you can dance,”She used to say.We all would laugh behindOur handsAnd raise our eyebrows, neverBelieving, because we wereToo clumsy,Too busy,
I can't help but wonder of your thoughts since you've journeyed so far. Has it changed you; are you slow to anger, slow to find fault?  Judge with a softer heart?   I'm curious the things you've learned,
Damp and dreary today dawns, settles 'round my shoulders with a weary sigh.  Mo(u)rning mists my glasses as I shuffle through leaves fast becoming grey; contemplate life slipping away silently without fanfare.
Lost in a dream of who I used to be Shuddering to think of what they see   Adrift in the ocean drowning in shame As waves of sorrow silence my name   My soul weathered by the guilty air
Melts between the fingertips and slips onto the floor Just another tragedy that seems to go ignored All these stopping clocks and no one ever really cares
Thoughts of self destruction may appear, Nobody seems to hear, For humans are busy fighting internal battles. The moment you put your thoughts into action, The world will keep moving,
It's been almost a year That's three-hundred-sixty-five days since the last time I saw you Since the last time you had life inside you. I remember the wires, the hoses, the machines
Aretha Louise Franklin Labeled "The Queen Of Soul" She was expressive in her music There was a story waiting to be told Her voice was fierce and powerful The sound was succinct and sharp
heaven is a topic of controversy that dwells amongst great populations - from a young age, I was exposed to such trauma of Death in circumstances that a young princess should not have withstood.
There is a stillness. A sense of calm as one takes steps through these grounds. A soft, pitter-patter of steps against soil that resonate with the steps taken by those that came before.
Deep in the darkness, The goo falls on down, Right from the ceiling, Onto the ground, Then there before me, Lies my own head, That sings to me songs, That fill me with dread,
There's a monster in my closet, He tells me how I'll die, He tells me when I'll go, When I'll say goodbye, Oh this monster in my closet, Hears a tap on my window, There's a crow waiting,
Arthenia was my aunt and she was as kind as she could be.She was a loving mother and wife who lived in Sneedville, Tennessee.She was appreciated by her husband and the three children that she had.
Iram, Lost Iram Lost, alone, and wandered scars Scrutinizing time Thunders rise and soon take flight Tinted skies with essence sighs  
I have been well acquainted with you, Death I have walked fearlessly --- and trembling back I have survived and heard their dying breath  
Cup of tea, dearie?  How is it?  I'm sorry he's gone, dearie.  You're better off without him.  I'm sorry too.  I'm sorry that you're gone now-  I'm sorry that you never 
I called the weary robin It sang to me it’s words I looked inside my coffin And vanished with the birds
Half a decade ago today, Dad ceased to be alive.Five years ago, Dad died at the age of sixty-five.He was a hard worker, he could have outworked two twenty-year-olds.
Do you ever think of how often you escape death’s clutches, and you don’t even notice?
my friend’s funeral was a cloudy day. a joyous celebration of life. the clouds spoiled the ambiance, but the rain never came.  
I was the shattered glass laying on the floor, until you swept me up and built me into something more. I was a hole in the knee of your favorite blue jeans,  and you stitched me up along the seams.
I was the shattered glass laying on the floor, until you swept me up and built me into something more. I was a hole in the knee of your favorite blue jeans,  and you stitched me up along the seams.
I keep my head down while dark thoughts create a storm in my head. The black velvet sky blots out the burning sun. I don't know why I'm still here. My want for breathing is receding and my heart is bleeding for a love
Goodmorning How could I have known what sick meant You were sick, been sick your whole life Suffered your old life with A smile
Remember meAs the rising sun in early morningThe palette of colors that both sootheAnd allow for a reminiscing moment. Remember me As the laughter and jokesThat will never, ever fail
If a picture is worth a thousand words A poem is worth a thousand pictures  A thousand realities lie in carefully crafted lines To some, the word alone brings feelings of peace
I always seem to findmyself here. These cement blocks,jutting out of the dirt likemoss-covered stepping stones.They lead the way and beckon me witha brittle finger. But you are nothere.
A ghost is no longer living A ghost moves beyond the grave A ghost is a haunting Too unruly to behave   A ghost can be forgiven A ghost can be betrayed A ghost can be ignored
As the goosebumps carress my skin so strong, You stole my breath away; you king of thieves. The dulcet croon of love; you lure me with song.
Why does shit like this happen? A 21 year old should not have a cousin dead from heroin, a grandma, an aunt,  and a childhood friend all dead from homicide,
The world is dirt Yet I’ve seen the greatest of flowers Spring up from its soil   And she was the loveliest flower  
Teachers draggingNo one listeningStudents textingLooking down
My emotions belong in a cage, Eventually, slowly, hesitantly plotting a war to wage. If I ever let them show, let them out, they’ll raise hell, For the vultures, they ring the dinner bell,
Quickly now, Sign away the money you didn't earn. Designate it's destination before you receive it. It won't be enough. And it won't bring her back.
I’m everywhere.I’m all around.I’m not in one place.  I don’t have a body.I am more than a body. I don’t take up any space.I don’t have any insides.I don’t have any outside. 
Slowly the apple rots beside the tree, day by day it get's smaller, darker, lonely. As time go by it starts to disolve into the soil, intel one day it's gone... death, it's peaceful, painless just like water
My name is a tombstone rubbing,I am dead and rotten,Flesh and coffin long forgotten,To roam the world underneath,In rubble, stone, and compost heaps,Lay not lilies at my feet,For I am no longer there
Death pervades my waking sleep,Icy wrathful breath of mildew and moss,Corrupting the images of light and love,Memories fleeting dreams,Rustles in the predawn curtains,Faint presence of something there,
To my lover and only hope, You have given unconditional love, and you have given me life. You have given me hope, and you have given me strife.
Y’all will never changeY’all will never changeTalk about the hateBut y’all still causing pain Nd Y’all won’t neva bang Cause Y’all can’t neva rideWhy y’all Watched him dieOn ya Insta live ?
Ruined plans. Evil at work. Suicidal, sober, and stardom. Torture, terror, and triumph. Irreplaceable. None can escape. Pistols and pills. Elders and young. Admiration and apathy.
As I pass by the local airport, I Notice the hound lying on the side Of the street; his eyes are closed as he sleeps. Synthetic fumes enter into my nostrils, One being the fumes of the stained dentures,
My soul's in a coma; and no body knows. i act like i'm fine. but i'm broke to the bone. this meat sac is hollow. can you see past my eyes? my body'll follow. from this life, i resign.
men cry of victory; though comrades have died. Heaven watches in horror; while children die by the knife. thousands are dying; and husband kills wife. i fell to my knees;
Whiskey is like liquid death in a bottle. The man is excided to see the newborn bottle of whiskey in his hands His addiction is uncontrollable when the bottle is empty People find that he smells of death itself
Who is the victor when both sides had suffered casualties? Death looms the streets/and the ground is full with bodies that were far too young.  Bodies that were too small to carry a M16 are now covered in dirt never again to be seen. 
Hello my demons will you let me sleep? i'm covered in daggers  don't know how to breathe. i'm weary i'm tired. and too dead to bleed. so lonely, so broken. and i'm ready to leave.
There’s a dark corner in the back of my room it speaks to me And says “I’ll be there soon” As I lie on my bed in the fetal position my eyes are closed hopin and wishin
Break the silence with a scream oh, ALL men will see! That nothing is what it isnt, So please be free! All men are destructive, So read something better than these
The sunlight echoes across the room in waves. We said goodbye; they left down the callow way. Later, after fizzy breath and Valentine thoughts,
Quivering, Quivering, Shaking, Hands On Thanksgiving Day. above the filled cornucopia, sliced turkey and relatives dark news hovered above in a cloud
My sight is now fading these last words I write To you my descendant Your birth will bring light For you are the crown that  completes my quest Our name is not noble  but now I can rest
I wanted him to stay. But Time would not allow it For he does not trust me. Not anymore. As I am a creature of hell. I know no death nor life. Only pain.
I met a girl once,  whose hair absorbed sunlight and face repelled it. She said she was allergic to daisies and fireworks, armpit fat and turmeric
Loving you was like;  running all the red lights Loving you was like being Rear-ended; going airborne through the windshield because a seatbelt didn’t feel mandatory  
I see how intensely you take a drag on your cigarette down     toward         the bottom           of your lungs as the hands of the smoke suffocates you
Death has come home; to sleep in my soul. she whispers, she calls. why shouldn't i go? Death has come home, to see me again. she knocks on the front door. and i let her in.
1…2…3… 1…2…3…   Will you sing for me Sing me a song where The lyrics hold me tight   Will you write for me Write me a poem that Makes fun of my dreams   1…2…3…
Lately, everything feels a little more impossible unstoppable, improbable, those dream bubbles?
Before I leave, Or you do, I like to say the words, I love you.   There may be tomorrow, Or the day after that, But I'm scared, That one of us may go splat.  
I have grown more emotion, as I fill my empty void with memories. My childhood has been replaced with the deep though of death. I've said goodbye 1 to many times. Please don't haunt me my dear sister.
She sits upon her broken throne, Crying out “is it worth it anymore?” The pain of life tearing her apart Sometimes being alive breaks her heart
I say that America is screwed That I don't want to be here anymore  That I'm leaving first chance I get But as frustrated as I am will I ever truly leave?
1 Last Time   b4 I  g0   I'd like U 2 kno   I Love  You
  Curse my luck Please curse the day My only sense of sanity was taken away   With such little words And movements so slight
The night gazing through like the blowing wind of pasting time. The light touches my soul in glee. The darkness around me fades when I feel lust.
Scattered whispers all around, Stains of crimson on the ground; Countless faces looking down At the woman in a gown.   As the white turns into red From the blood the woman shed,
The darkness set upon the town, And cold engulfed the lonely streets. No trace of humans left around For they were sleeping 'neath their sheets.   So unaware about the danger
Mother, please don’t go away. You know how I love you… I’m calling you, please answer me! Please don’t go please not now!   Do you hear me calling?
there’s a woman who wasn’t the best mother   she had depression it was quite sad even tried to take her life  
I can't live without you here My knees grow weak The demons coming near We now don't speak   I loved you so
The Sun’s light dapples through broken bark, Its golden proclamations settling upon the dark. The Earth’s vibrations tickle no toes; thorns of a rose
My life. My life?  I sit in class staring at the wall.  The teacher spewing "knowledge"  I am lost. Lost in my thoughts until I realize I have not been thinking. 
A surge of fear goes through her heart; She's all alone and torn apart. Just weeping softly in the dark Without a single light or spark.  
Death is a woman, But how could i know it? She doesn't fall in love, But she sure doesn't show it,   Death is my oxygen, After too many amoxicillin, Is there better advice?
We don't live, So much as steal air from trees Who are far better At doing their job Then we.
Looking back at the tear-stained pages Or the fantastical flurry Or even the self-beating words of a young mind, I find something sweet and fitting In the art of permanence.  
A rock falling lopsided through space. Yet, we the tenants of such an obscurity, Consider ourselves to be the makers of God. With black powder and fossil fuels we go rushing through the blackness,
Grief reigns supreme when precious life is gone; the echoes of past time lie silent in the grave. Mute testimony of what once was, and never will be again.   
My seed became my fruit now my branch has been cut away the first truma is always the cutting away. A stranger was allowed into our garden, into our world bringing the mist of heart ache and pain tears.
you are hurting my mind hurt me to think about hurt me to be without i thought about you today and i felt the pain in my chest where you were not leaning
her pleasures in the shallows end   as the riptide guarantees 
I sit. And let my rickety bones rest As I rest, Irealize how quickly life zooms by, but now I'm sitting on the sideline As I sit, I rock back and fourth, wasting the hours away As I rock,
If someday soon, The world should end... If light should no longer flow Into the awakened eyes of each day, In everyone who has risen once before; If humanity ceases to be, I do not think it is the end.
Ever sense that day, all anyone can say is "How are you doing?" I respond with the simple and basic answer I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, Thanks These two words are the thin veil that protects me from them...
Your death took place on a TuesdayThat day marked the deathAlsoOf my pen You laid lifeless before the examinerThe last place you would existWholeAs you always had been - whole.
The sweet embrace That gently calms me Until my dying days It adores me A pale skin, lacking color Has such a beautiful, silver luster The dreary look in my eyes Reflects the crying autumn skies
When we got to the cemetery I felt bad about stepping on all the people. Even if they could not physically tell me, I felt like I was trespassing. 
If heaven has a mailbox I would write a letter and this is what I would say.
They yank on their skates, criss-cross the laces and tug on my hand with stubby fingers. The ice is thick and crusted with white chips Pondscum and cattails are hidden under the marbled crust
Time embraces the world with light, And sets the sun for an inky black night,  It can be the stitch for a broken heart, Or a sharp steel blade that cuts life apart.  
Faithful hound, long hast thou sat  Patiently, awaiting thy master's return By that lake for which thou art named Which my memory may no longer discern   Thou wert not mine own hound,
I want to know why the sky is blueAnd why Death must come so soonWithout warning, life is dueBut not ever knowing why the sky is blue.   I want to know where the willows lie--Why their hearts can never dieAnd Mother Earth will always denyWe're sea
She regretted her decisionWanted to crawl away and disappearBut she had done the unthinkableShe had done an evil deed
Picked thin from all the wait, all the hands that Got gnarled before they could reach out— Or, even worse, hurt somebody.   And Sydney’s wearing a dress with yellow flowers.
Living in poverty all my life has took a toll on my ability to show any joy about life. Joy comes to give us hope, but for myself, it’s more like distracting mefrom this hell I’m living in.
oh how i wish i could rewind i wish that i could turn back time of all the things that i have said oh how i wish that she weren't dead with a heavy heart i fall asleep with all the secrets that i keep
"Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious.
Running from, yet to Car, door Searching the holder and finding it empty.
I'll look forward to that fervor, And I hope you'll feel it as well. That enthralling rush of ardor Which no amount of work may quell. We're working on a deadline here, Though I'm sure you're aware.
Throughout life, there are those too important to let go. But no matter how hard anyone holds on, We'll all end up gone; There's a close to every show. You were precious in every sense of the word.
What I would give for you to hold me in your arms. What I would give to be with you another day. You know, it's tough now, living here without you. But I'm okay. Yeah, I'm okay.   
Let this moment last forever, To die in your arms is to rest in peace. Gently kiss my pulse forever, A shudder of the love you give to me. Every touch you press against me,  I return to you with lust.
Monkey see monkey do, Monkey's gonna murder you. Monkey knows the way you sneak, Sees the company you keep. With a collar around her throat,  Monkey's gonna make you choke.  Monkey see monkey do,
I died nine times to spare the others, I could spare nine lives to save my own. Perspective is a selfish heathen, human decency can't stand alone. We do not care about another. We only care about ourselves. We do good deeds to make us happy.
Thank thee, Lord, for living. Thank thee, Lord, for death. Thank thee for the ashy air  That fills my bony chest.   Thank thee for misfortune, It took me by surprise,
It's not a trial to slay a doe Among the forest floor and snow, Enchanted by the final breath Echoing from the chasm breath. A soul escaping from a snout,  A final breath struggles out
Rest in peace: To the person no one recognizes,  Dying a death, a lonely death. Rest in peace:  To the skinny girl in Africa; The starving didn't get to her as fast as the AIDS. Rest in peace:
It's funny how stuff works out, No matter how loud I shout, You can't hear. It's funny how shrill I cry, Funny how much I try To disappear. But it's the holiday season, so what is my reason to die?
The poet's dead, the song is gone. With dying breath and failing brawn, He whispers a foreboding phrase: "The nights are spent, you waste your days."
A minuscule moment in a gargantuan globe, Not significant at all,  But the day my baby passed away,  I swear I saw the heavens fall.
Lisa Frank is dead, She's buried in the ground, And with her lies our childhood, Still, without a sound. With every generation, A passing interest dies, Wait a couple decades, 
I want to die, I'm scared of death, So sometimes I just hold my breath. I close my eyes and count to ten, I pussy out and breath again.
We are all standing single file waiting for our turn to plunge into the deep, dark abyss.  At night I wonder, how often do two lives end in perfect unison on opposite sides of the world?
Sometimes I want to be dead, But usually, I don't.  After all, it's all in my head,  So, of course, I certainly won't. But I don't want to be alive, At least not alive like this.
Hickory, dickory, dock. Three mice ran up the clock. The clock struck one, and down two run, mourning the terrible loss.
  Ever been so far gone, you felt alive A brisk walk under the moon turned to running for your life Risking a moment’s glance, to be bitten on the side Screaming and flailing, you cry for help
And so the shot went off, The ringing in my head When will this nightmare stop? My friends, all left for dead  
What if life were a glowing light that shown through death and cut the night? Where then would it go if I were to die would it flicker out or maybe hide?  
I don't know what they're talking about Saying that your gone Saying that you'll never come back I don't want to know what they're talking about No more What do they mean When they say you gone forever
Machine of pain, Which pours blood like rain. You helped my forefathers liberate, You made the home I venerate. Through wilderness and adveristy, There are lives you defend.
A Beating Heart Naeha Inapanuri     last week my life was steady constant the same routine   repeating never ceasing
  We Fenced off his reign, crystalline yet amorphous. The adolescence of today have brought me something to say.
Note: This poem is not based off real people or events, any resemblance is completely coincidental.   Tomorrow is Thursday I’ll be remembered, in my own way.
I rejoice in sharing the earth With someone so lovely as you. I think of your face and I'm filled with mirth; My joy and happiness can't be subdued. But despite this thrum of ecstasy, I carry great trepidation,
Passion, music, worldly delight; Ecstatic, they celebrate all night. For at dawn, there are sacrifices; Pleasures to be spurned as vices. Humanity has this wonderful disposition.
We're connected, all of us, From Hawking to Epicurus. See those volumes sitting on the bookcase? Each author offers warm intellectual embrace. In a way, we are all one,
I haven’t written a happy poem for weeks Probably because i’m not really into happiness anymore Except in the mornings
Teeth gnashing, ripping, and tearing through your body - ripped apart from inside out. An internal violent assault - this is what Cancer's about. Carrying with it, anger and cruelty-
Down below where the trees sway A city of Statues rose from the fray. They look around not making any sound and watch the city crumble around them. The Fairgrounds watch in silent adoration
The hallway was quiet.
An eighteen-year old from a car crash. A hustler who used up his own stash. An anorexic with a fake eyelash. A fool late to turn in Mob cash. A Christmas shopper whose job was trash.
That smile Broke me. Here at the start of suffering I let You, And only You Break my resolve And I simply Couldn't fight The tears Anymore.
Every day there’s a new tragedy plaguing the headlines of newspapers and magazines When did we forget how to love? instead learn how to hate
My world is full of greytones Bypassing broken bones Whispering who knows me And the feats of liberty   My world is full of greytones Throwing skipping stones Cherishing those lights
  Looking at the stars Thinking about the place I go every day, The place I call home But it doesn’t feel that way.   Home feels like bad dream
The Trials we take that keep us well and sane Fall through when Death plays his crystal pale hands. The Trials become less and less like a game As Death creates a whirlwind of bone sand.
when I was very young the life of my mother stole in my young heart this left a hole in to depression I fell all it was is an endless well   Later I found love
I have not met you in this physical lifetime,  Although I carried you with me for quite some time. I would like to tell you about someone I admire before you reach your destination.
Dear Death, I used to hate you. Actually, hate is an understatement. But over time, I have come to be your biggest pupil. You possess every trait one would say a teacher should have.
It has been a few years since I’ve last talked to you. You’ve slipped my mind as I lived and grew. I write to you this poem of mine. I hope that it’ll make it to you just fine.
Dear Rebecca,   You weren’t yourself the last time I saw you. If you could read this now, I think you would agree. To be fair, I don’t think I was truly myself either.
The bones of men trinkle down through the sea of Sorrow, Misery, and Innesfree. Death and Life take turns moving a small key and Man falls before a blankless void free. Man will crumble and grow every few blinks
It has been months The vultures take turns feeding on my flesh I dont know how after all of the harsh weather my remains are fresh   I dont know if i should be vulgar like this
Dear Gabi, Last night I had a dream that you were alive That you had tried to jump out of your window, maybe to fly And I sat by your side because you didn’t die.  
Dear Dad   When you left, Everything went to shit.   I cried, But you were never there.  
I often struggle with words, which for me either come out wrong or don’t come out at all. In fear of the first happening, it's usually the second.  Here’s the result:   What I Never Got to Say
Dear Death,To you I've never cowered underYet casualties of those I loveWill tear my life asunder
Dearest executioner,   In our last correspondence You asked me “what I think” Of what? Of everything Of the assorted unfortunate occurrences That led me to this predicament.
Daddy,    You’ve gone far too soon... Leaving me with a crumbling world which mockingly mimics the earth that rained over top of your eternal bed.    
When I thought no one cared And I was alone, You were there.   When my situation back home became too much to live with, You were there.  
Dear Now,   I could start this out by saying "Hello," But I think we both know it would go a little bit more like (sigh) "Hello... again."
Dear Mom, I hate you, I hate you because I miss you, even though I never learned who you were as a person.
Another black man is killed Another trans kid commits suicide Another woman is sexually harassed Aren't we just statistics In the sadistic game of life?
Grandfather, I love you Even though you left me. You served in World War two, Oh Grandfather, your spirit will never desert me.  
The light of my life that left too soon The person who never got to see her sapling grow Doing everything for you  Growing into a young woman   You'd be proud of what I've become 
Dear One, I miss your smile I miss your laugh I miss your spirit and your craft. When I started this letter it was too late,  I should have written it before this date. You taught me kindness
Dear Nathan, I’m sorry I couldn’t say goodbye or even say hello I wish I could’ve stopped you And showed you that you weren’t alone Or if I couldn’t do that
To: the end     The grasping of hopefulness remains loose,  
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.
To my Dad, my best friend, I can’t even pretend that all this happened, I just want to bend and contort until my body says no- My mind is full of what if's, maybe's, and so’s.
Do not cry for me as when I go, rejoice in my going to heaven, I may die but I will live on In spirit or in memory, do tell my grandkids about me Don't fret or worry, God has me
Dearest Amanda,   In our darkest hour my mind replays, a memory:   My eyes are pulled to where the road seems to bend, where the trees are not green, where the long river ends.
Dear Grandfather, I wish that I was able
The pain of death never goes away it stays and rots and sings all day because it cannot do anything but stay until it lets itself be felt by anyone in its way  
Dear Precious,   To many you weren’t much.
Dear Heart, You are my rythym,The sole reason my eyes flutter open every morning,The source of my existence,My body's only coping mechanism,And my brain's greatest rival. Although you are blind,
Dear Maitu, As you have not come into this world And you never will I wanted to write to you and tell you  Of the world you will never experience.  I am you aunt, the cool one.  You brought so much joy and heartache to your family.
Everywhere I go, it is with me; In my pocket, my jacket, my purse. The first day I wore it around my wrist, But every step, every shift,
I convey here, To Whom it May Concern, I am writing this letter in regardTo the dead man rot in the boulevardIts stench, I begin to find rather hardTo continue with complete disregard
You died twenty years ago today.On February 7, 1998, you passed away.You were born in 1910 and died at the age of eighty-seven.Twenty years ago, you left this Earth and went to Heaven.
Dear Sister,   The first time we met  You were 5 He was 7 I was 1   There were two sets of parents One for y’all One for me Full sets, 2 in each  
Dear God, The World is fast-paced, I see it as so. When one life breathes alive, another life seems to go. The World never stops to ease destruction in the streets,
Death brings sadness Obviously Funerals bring family Obviously The body in the casket brings tears Obviously  
Dear Death, I know a place where ashes fall like snow And fear is a shadow, It follows me around as a lover, Holding me closer until I can no longer breathe
Dear Mama, Everything was fine until you left I became vunerable to the world  My heart became a victim of theft Once protected, it lay curl'd  Days went dark As the pain took a mark
Dear Death,   It's me again. I know we talk a lot these days. I'm back to ask the same thing as always. Please don't take her from me.   She's so young. She's so kind and sweet. She's talented and ambitious  And so very strong.    But she can't ke
to mikey   hello, mikey you've been gone for almost a year now your face haunts my memories when i lay in bed, those greyish-green eyes with hair of curly brown
Laith, I once loved a flower so much One day it started to wilt Despite all my efforts to save it Even for just a day It wilted away   That’s what it was like loving you    
i sat through the rain.  and everytime i saw shelter i ran. how could i live without the rain? how could i live without the silence being broken? rain isn't quiet, i promise. it has a voice, 
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
A fragile beauty in death can be found In the water, earth and sky: Creation singing "I'm homeward bound!" As it shrivels and withers and dies.  
I once paid bargain price for a ride on my River Styx It was a deal with the devil, not with my soul but with my spirit It was good economics   Life’s edges display on the coast and I am sure
Dearest Alan, Sharp tongue, Sharper wit, Fervent spirit. I think of you in C-SPAN, I think of you in my walkman.
Dear mother,   You wait for me in the places I can't see. There, you patiently scowl from the actions I do. They insult the meaning of you in my life,
This is to those roots which plant her firmly on the ground,  and to those ugly, harsh, and wild  feet which make no sound as you carried her across  the worn and broken floor. 
With my love I send my love Plenty to strew Plenty to reap Placid hearts sough As her last breath weeps
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Dear L.B,   Four years ago, He died- My sweet loved one. It was a long, hard death, Taking months to ware him thin. Cancer does that to a person.   I was there when He died.
To my loved one, Days have passed by where I constantly think of you. Of our love that was once like crazy glue. Lately, I have felt so alone and distraught. That love has become an afterthought.
What if dying isn't deathIf when we leave this world… The weight of it is simply off our chest When we take that final breath
Was it my fault that you didn't tell me I was spending too much time away? Was it my fault I couldn't read your mind? Maybe I'm the fool.
Life played basketball on the court outside my dorm The birds sang brightly to welcome the sun, singing In time with the even sound of the basketball on the Ground.
Faythe was killed by my hand What have I done? I was expecting the death of Gabriel The damned Chosen One  
To Her Dearest, fondest one to my heart My eyes do beweep themselves on thought of you alone There are not many things I could say to you That have not been said a thousand times before  
I've risen up from the bottom I’ve free fallen from the top I'm down to earth But the free fall never stopped I was eventually battered by the waves
  If you were to ever be looking for me I'll be where I feel the most free Standing with my feet in the water   Wondering about a second life  
they say that in order for someone to live, someone must die. and now i must know. who was the one who died
Dear Death,  with your doomsday decor,  your dreary darkly dust,  of hope and memoire   Your claws in every soul,  your seductive gaze at the door,  between life and hope,
Dear Death, why do you take those that were loved dearly? Why must you rip family members away with the slowing of a heartbeat? Those that loved others freely and had so much life left to live?
Her gleaming coat is as golden as the sun, Her mane is coarse hay. She nickers softly, the day has begun, And she begins to play keep away.  
When death looks at you through a creature’s eyes, Sorrow and remorse filling those once bright windows to the soul, A pet says their last goodbye, As family members gather in woe.
To whomever decides to read it:   I don’t know him well. I never will. I’ve heard of him before, through the others They speak highly of him: A friend, a brother, a son, a loved one
The dark tree’s branches swoop over your head,And fill up your soul with a feeling of dread,This place is forsaken; you think to yourself.The trees are all dying, lacking all health
Atop the mountain lies an end,Past this hill, around the bend,A fruitful glade, a home yet found,Yes just beyond our living mound.
  Cowled in darkness, standing there, A hooded figure ‘stride his mare, I stand before him silently, While chilling breath shears through the air.   “Your time has come, my mortal child.”
When I’m judged every day evidently And I come to think my mother was right How could I ever live genuinely Could I ever be loved for just one night;
This burn under my skin This fire deep within Burns my soul to ashes As the fire my body catches My heart alight My soul takes flight Flees to the grave Where it will stay
Dear lost lover,   I miss you in the morning. My coffee doesn’t taste right without the hint of your laugh that you used to add to it. The birds don’t sound as good as they used to without
She ran to the outside and stood in the highest peak, She looked up at the Sun, who looked like he was going to weep, His rays, tired they were
They say “life is like a box of chocolates” I couldn't agree more Of course, it all depends on the eyes of the beholder Some like dark chocolate, sea chocolate, white chocolate…
The empty space within my head That burning silence I do dread The empty sheet in front of me Left blank without creativity A string of life, a single strand I let it slip through my hands
The barren graves deep below Within the Earth naught does show To lay unseen but for a stone Bearing a name, long untold That tells of a life with buried meaning Of a person, in a grave leaning
Dear Daddy, As I sit at this blank screen and wonder what to write. As I think back to everything you've taught me, and realized you were right. You were the world to me, my sun, moon and light.
FRUIT He said nothey said yesIt hung they're so perfect He said no, they said yesone little bitedeath
A dreary cold and time forgot Winter wonders the sky does dot Silver flakes of falling snow Rings above the ground below The darkened stones worn with time That bear the name that once was mine
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
Hey. I guess it's been a couple of months,  a rough couple of months.  I saw your sister in the store the other day, but she barely  looked up from the floor long enough to say hi.
Dear Dad, I miss the day on your birthday when we'd make cupcakes with your face on it The days we'd play catch outside in the garage  The days we'd play call of duty with my brothers
When they told meYou had gone away,I didn't thinkThey meant forever. I thought you wereOn vacation,And I was jealousYou didn't bring me. But even now thatI understand whatThey said,I still wish IHad gone too.
So I'll play my violin A scale, G scale, D and E Begins caving. Up and down the staff I'll go As the oceans flood and flow As the world is burning, burning I will play what I'd been learning.
Dear Courtney By: Tyler McBride   i will not cry when i die. i couldn’t when you did, when you decided to fly,
Dear Grandmother, The last time I remember seeing you happy, was when I was too young. One hand a shopping cart, the other hand reaching towards us, welcoming our arrival.
           Alone AgaIn Hello         Darkness, My Old FrieNd       Second, Mintutes, Hours To Days    As TimE PassEs, Wishing My Body Could Decay
Death. What is Death? Is it ones leave from humanity? Life. What is it to be Alive? Is it one being with humanity? Or is it the Opposite?
Dear Old Man Death, I have walked your twisty path, and I’ve heard of your despair. Never have I felt your wrath. Yet, my back has sensed your stare.
A squirrel scampers across the road Seeking adventure in a big world Eyes bright, tail bushed, quick paws Yet, in a flash, the pause is eternal  Perhaps a big world crushes big dreams  
Dear Dad, There are few things that remind me of you. Take a person who has smokes a pack a mix it with the black ice air freshener and that was your permanent car smell. Whatever your cologne scent was, it screamed you.
Dear Morning, Its rough hand brought my day to night,I surrendered to it but tried to fight,For it was late and it was right,That it was time to say goodnight,Forever a good night whatever is,Forges memories me a livid kid,And now me as a thin old
one sense triggers another, and so they create   silky songs from a young tailor that sound smooth and strong and caress like a savior-
silky songs from a young tailor that sound smooth and strong and caress like a savior-   its glimmer smells medicinal as the musician’s instrument reflects truths unconditional
On this chilled night, aPale entity, seeks revenge,For these two Wizards,Who practice necromancy,Rose it, from eternal rest
My Love, When I first saw you,  I knew that I loved you. The way your eyes capture the starlight  It proves that our love is so bright. My Love, When I first heard your laugh, 
Dear Death, We are Strong! Yes, broken, but Strong.   We have seen you near and far And getting closer, so it seems. Yet this time our encounter Won't be more than just a banter.  
Dear past self,   _____________1______________   I should probably let you know I sent an arrow flying into my mindHoping it'd find someone cool I could write toBut somehow, it targeted you.
A final exhale staggered through pained lungs​, As the heart gave in to its demise, Dark orbs glazed over, And screams haunted the darkness, While cries of agony filled the night, A dreadful symphony, A nightmarish harmony, A twisted chord, The vo
Moonlight streaked Through the rocket smoke Like blood rinsed through A butcher shop drain. And just like that They silence the disposable For we are merely a resource for warmongers. All around
Dear Dad, How long has it been? Seasons have come and goneAnd still I move on Even now I think back to thenTo the days I curled up in your lapWhen I tried on your boots and made you laugh
Dear You, I ask wholeheartedly, If I were to die today, Who might miss me? No, not those in my immediate heart, But what of those who knew my soul?
My dear brothers and sisters,   A father’s love is like no other. He loves you and he respects you And though you might forget that sometimes,
Dear God (if you are even there) The world is cruel Most people realize this at a young age Well at least I did When I was young, everything seemed so big
Goodbye Tatay*   Dear Tatay, I still find myself talking about you in present tense. It’s been twelve years since I flew from Manila, I wish when I picked up the bags I was aware of the permanence.
And I think that our love might be The end of the world
Wide-eyed, glassy stare Dazed and confused Reeling, recoiling from possible  Impossibility    Windmills, grassy fields Disappearing Set upon in flames from those leaders
Dear daughter or son, I'm sorry didn't make it to your first birthday. So much to you I wanted to say. Through the years I shedded many tears, Cause the days with you were never near. I made this choice, 
The pain is like a cold, sharp knife It is twisted, stuck in my heart; The pain is like a frozen land The frostbite sears right through my heart;
Dear All, I am everything and I am nothing. A creeping shadow in the black, abyss-like corners of life. To gaze upon my cloaked, physical form, That of which was comprised from a stereotype and guesswork,
Beauty, he wondered. Raw, primal, beautiful nature whispering, while the flowers and earth pondered, and nature occasonally hissed.   Everything was loud, though sounds were few
This Autumn I placed a leaf near my work Area on top my desk. It was red, And I thought it would be a nice small quirk, To have something I found in a leaf bed.
On this day I wore red A color so beautiful and bold I did it to be ahead And hopefully it will have him sold   He, however, wore blue
She walks home cautiously, peering down the street The man in this darkness she does not want to meet But still, he closely follows Locking the door, she feels strangely hollow
I write this poem To my grandmother A sister, a friend, A wife, A mother   The sweetest being One could know An uplifting spirit If you were low   She wore that smile
Dear Ryan,  Why am I writing to someone dead? The farthest it'll go is the Stone; The last remnants I have of you - except your Jacket, of course; I sleep with it, but it no longer smells of you -  
You gave birth to me in the month of October while my father peeked over your shoulder. You raised me with love and compassion always and I desire to follow in your ways. On a cool morning in June of 2004
Dear Death, Why are you so unpredictable? You can strike with little-to-no warning, or you can lay dormant for years. You'll wait in the shadows until something
Dear Mom,   I can barely remember the last time we’ve talked, And even fainter, the last time you walked.
I often wonder, Why are we here, Are we born just to die, If so why, Why is dying the only guarantee in life, Is there life after death, All of this begs the question...
‘Build a sculpture of what you love' read the Helvetica font on the frontside  of the rubric.    Silly school project I mused,
Your mother eats her emotions in the first floor cafeteria Just down this hallway and to the left I collapse into the injured brown chair next to the bed
Early dawn in the bed when you cried out for your mother And you choked on your tears as they rolled you down the stairs They said by god’s grace but it was really just a stretcher and sirens
The brilliant dark is terrifying. It is brighter then any soul is dark But darker Then the power of any blazing suns light. All this And yet it is empty. All you can hear Is the echos
The black bird with a golden patch Flew away unable to hatch Her feet sore from the search She needed only a touch
Can't move. Cant talk. Inside this wooden box. Been here since the service day, And in here is where i'll stay.
Dear Evan, It's been 3 years and 4 months since the last time I saw you. Many things changed, I grew older, I changed as a person, I made new friends. I met Amazing people and I wish you have done the same
Born into laborRoots buried deepAn outlined life etched into stoneHis arms are strong enough   A wifeA homeA child’s plea for a better lifeHis will is solid enough  
Outside my window The last leaves left clinging to a tree Blowing against the bright sky are triumphant still   Fluttering relentlessly like one hundred starlings  Practicing to take flight
I woke up one morning,And I forgot I was dead.The clock on the wall insisted it was midday,The sun coming through the window seemed to agree.The date on the calendar insisted today was real,
Dear Mom, This year has passed in the blink if an eye but it feels like nothing has really happened.  I have been stuck in this rut of monotonous living, even though new things are occuring all the time.
My dear old friend, It’s been a long time. Since my fall to madness, I never meant it, You know that. You know me! Right?
There’s blood in the sky, and there are daisies on the ground, and there are ashes in the air. You’re surrounded by marigolds.  
When we're sixteen and breathing is like shoving steel through our veins, it's hard and it hurts but we keep doing it. When we're nineteen and we've been cut loose,
There’s blood underneath your fingertips, cracks in your nails, chaos in your head, suicide in your eyes.
To the boy—the boy laid low, boy laid low, by the blows of life and the lack of hope. He says he wants to go but everyone screams no,
A brazen force,disturbs the sleep,shatters the tranquility,abandons the rest with easetrying to set itself free,it longs to envelope and capture me.
When you bury a poet There's so much poetry lost The wind and the rain weep And the sun shines to dry their tears But dew drops are left behind Like an unfinished sonnet Where the words trail off
In Red is where my life is. That large blaring red light that deserves a sound but doesn't have one. I am swimming in this pool of red, Unlike anyone I know.
Don't cry for me, I've made up my mind. I want to thank you throughout my life for being so kind. This wasn't your fault, the decision was mine.
That girl Susie.She came in school today.Those kids pushed her around the hallway.They threw her books into the pond,Out the window,And in the woods.
“Follow me, my child” you said with a smile in your kind, wise eyes “Let me show you how to heal” And you did   “Follow me, my child” you said with a gentle outstretched hand
In a room full of people, she feels all alone, in the back by the wall, where she is never known. In a room full of people, she sits by herself, slowly drifting away from everyone else.
Rose, a lively rose. My life is like a red rose, Each petal is a special part, Making up a picture. Every petal that falls is something that cannot be forgoten. Every few years a petal is lost.
Do not say anything, Not even a word. Even if you want me to, I connot ablige. Untill you have seen, My life through my eyes.
She crept up on me,Like a thief in the night,As quiet as a church mouse she crept.Slowly but surely honing in,Into her target,You,Then as she came upon you,
You said I can go the distance, but then I think to myself, can I even make it past this barrier that stands sturdy before me. The one that blocks me off from society. What you don't see is your inability to crack open my minds door.
Pray and one day I’ll be free from your trance My throat still tightens at the thought of your cry Ill sit by the fire and watch devils dance  
I know that look in your eye. That you want to cry, that you’re scared to die.   But have no fear, Dear. Do you know why? All your troubles will pass by, I promise you that is no lie.
  Death is slow Like a sick flower with bleak petals that no longer grow One by one, the petals begin to fall Unable to avoid the final death call  
  Frantically sinking into the Sea of Death Trying to catch a single breath A breath of life That--- for a moment--- can take away the constant strife
 Death Is death worth it?   No pain No Shame Just your body Flesh without soul In a never awakening sleep
The hummingbird came and went for years
Dear Mr. Willis, Last year I found you Dead on your doorstep with your hand  Just out of reach Of yesterday's newspaper. Your neighbors say they didn't notice. How can you not notice
To Missense I only write letters to family though estranged, that you still are, after all You’ve run in the blood
The wind and the rain the storm in the drains. 
My LoveHe was mean, but for an unknown reason Kind and loving all the same He was protective of those near him, but never too much to let them know how he loved them so His walls were strong
when death lies on your bed next to you,
Hold me close this midnight hour Until painful scars start to fade But knowing you You see my scars fade You will just want to make new ones on my tender flesh
Bumps of ketamine. Go to bed real late. It’s not what it seems, Hell is a soulmate.   Vodka made of tears,
In the grass up on a hill Outside the city, I see you   Dear empty onion house Peeling and the feeling I get Unwrapping you For brighter insides, scrap the outsides  
there is life after death mine started with you
Dear twin sister,  
To my ex: I let you put me in that dark little corner and just above me hung a mobile of bones -- it drew the breath straight from my lungs.   Silent whispers slithered in and out my ears,
i wish i believed in life after death in a hereafter in heaven in nirvana waiting on improbable swathes of clouds painless problemless lifeless nothingness
Im not okay. The voice took over. Its just me, Its not anxiety. Everyone lies. I look like a buffoon. Im fat, ugly, and stupid. The words keep repeating in my head not letting me even breathe.
Another college party, same faces, same games, Another night she wouldn’t remember, not what she said, not any names, Her red hair was shiny, and her lips were glossed,
I look not ill But diseased I am, Said the physician. Struggling to comprehend His vague words I inquire his meaning. Complex names to Complex illnesses Enter one ear
I get a call around midnight delivering the news. My father has died, I can’t be told how until I am 18. My world feels broken now, and I don’t know how I am supposed to deal with it. I don’t sleep that night.
alone burning with anger becoming stone the only defense she gets hate from a stranger she didn't do anything worth offense .
Am I Am I beautiful? I know you tell me everyday That I’m more radiant than the sun But I don’t believe it for a second That I’m even remotely attractive   Am I Am I smart?
The Weight of My Heart. By: Jordan Myrick
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?  
I count the stars, splattered across the black marble counter, waiting for something. Waiting for the light of morning, waiting for some meaning, waiting to see something more.
I take care of her because Her 99 year old body cannot Take care of itself.     I admire her sweater and she admits
You were beautiful You could have followed your Dream You could have kept it cool Kept your balance on the balance beam Those tears in your eyes You never should have hid I guess no one relaized
You didn't force me, you allowed me to be me. You loved me for who I was and so on that night I didn't cry,
The thing that I admired, That was my role model, it cradled my cold body, it tucked me in at night It still takes care of me sometimes and makes me forget that-   This Feeling Is Such A Pain.
I Know You Saw Me. My Body And Mind Were Weak And Fragile My Heart Beating Louder Harder Than A Drum. But We
It was here, that I found myself close to the edge And I almost thought, with you, I could find a pledge, To destroy this part of me that wanted to commit my own death
A clear tapestry sewn together with the tools of Passion, Love, and a firey Obsession Can be bound together with ones true confession Because I Love you I let God take you away, 
When it's my time To leave this earth, Lie me down Atop my hearth. Close my eyes, Say goodbye,  Light a match, Watch me die. And as I burn To reveal my bones,
Day One: This morning I woke up crying I miss you I couldn’t talk to all the well-wishers I couldn’t even talk to my mom I miss you
there is nothing more resilient than a flower with bright and reverent colors and soft dew sluggishly moving down the petals as the sunlight beats down on the delicate
I love my life I'm thankful for life. When the time comes, And there is nothing but mourns, Hope everyone knows,  I was thankful for life, I was thankful for love.  
When sons no longer raise swords against their father. Who can stand? When truth arises out of her well. Who can stand? When the downtrodden are lifted. Who can stand? When the huddled masses embrace.
Just some bread Just a roll For my grandmother No one will know She's been so frail So perhaps I'll grab a pail I'll fill it with water For my grandmother Just a bit of water
Quietness swept the nation. The only noise that could be heard was a small ringing sound. No one talked. And no one cried. They just walked.
Heart Disease is the leading cause of death in America in all genders.  It penetrates your atriums, obliterates your aortas, and annihilates your artery’s.  They say nothing sucks the life out of you like Death.
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
            peering upon yourself has --- well will never be an easy task.             in this setting, I’ve encountered my soul. you have---
I am from arable land From tall scratching grass and hum of electric cattle wire I am from stolen sweetpeas and muddy carrots, slipped through to the old white draft-horse
Once, in a graveyard full of light Filled with tombs and cement angels like Crowded teeth in a fish’s mouth Stained green by time Laughter and music and love notes
To live, To die. Everybody always asks 'why?' But it's a fact of life. It's all the same. It's how I feel when Playing the game. To love, To hate.
I spilled into that frosting grass. Spindly, numb blades lusted for the blank sky above and bent and bedded me into their meadow-berth. The pinching smell of nothing burnt my nose
Tick tock, The world clock tolls, Chiming its mournful melody, For those lost in sea.   Tick tock, The world clock tolls,
her first love broke her heart with silence   her second love fixed her with words but broke his promises   her third and final love took her breath away
and when your tears hit the pillow and dried, i noticed that your eyes would be as clear as the day we met to the day we died   your hand felt soft in mine
We are all ruled by time Our life ticks away Seconds, minutes, hours at a time We all begin wound Our cogs meshing and turning Just simple time pieces Ticking away Freat clocks and wrist watches
We are all ruled by time Our life ticks away Seconds, minutes, hours at a time We all begin wound Our cogs meshing and turning Just simple time pieces Ticking away Freat clocks and wrist watches
Because I love you, I could stare forever at your smiling face, go to a movie and the only thing I see is your eyes. Because I love you, I take you out and we enjoy everything the world has to offer,
I loved you so long ago  In the world of the breathing But now I lay here thinking Did it show? Did you know?   It's been so long since you passed on And longer since we spoke
Forgive me, For I have been Born a sin, A paradox of life and hate, A believer of fate, A tragedy that lies awake And charges forward without hesitate. A Whisper in the wind,
You've watched me die once, As I fell I reached for your arms, Your back turned toward me As you walked away And then was when I knew You were nothing to me, So I let myself fall to my knees
I just think that I shouldn’t. And because I shouldn’t.  I am.  And if I am  Does that mean that  I should be? But even though I am  And I should, I really shouldn’t. 
Shhhkkk,Doors open,Five teens,One child, Mom always sent one,To make sure we were being good.
I wish to paint your carcass black, Show you all the dark thoughts I've ever had. I wish to tear you limb from limb, Use my anger To show you the pain I'm in.  
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
The girl in the mirror looks at me with sunscreen still on her nose, A smile plastered across her face as she realizes her mistake, I turn away from the mirror and try to rub the sunscreen in,
She'll never hear how the waves fight against each other Or how rain taps different surfaces. She'll never see how beautiful the grey clouds could really be Or whether it be day or night.  
Stars don’t twinkle as bright as they did when I longed for their warmth Mountain peaks are tangible; Thoughts of you can calm the storm Ocean depths aren’t deep at all in comparison to our talks
My name is Noor. When I was 5 years old, I asked my mother: What does my name mean? Her answer was the same as God's answer when a 5 year old Lucifer asked Him "What does my name mean?"
    Death is knocking at my door  again tonight she says I’m trying so hard to slam the door in his face But each day it gets a little harder please help me He’s been persistent comin round every night
It's coming,but no one can tell when.It's on its way some time or dayand you'll figure it then.It's right around the corner,you can't see it with your eyes.It might or may give you signs,
What is this cloud that hangs over my head? It follows me like some form of dread,  Waiting, watching, readying the strike.  I fear the moment it drops its impaling spike.   
Death, just and fair,Beautiful and twisted,Tangible as the air,Unable to be resisted.Death, a friend of mine,I will stay with you even as a ghost,Because through all this time,
I see no point In going through this maze. It is filled to the brim with traps, cloaked in a dulcet haze.   Must I play a part in this senselessness? This deceit that plagues us all?
Because I Love You I miss you every day because I love you I keep your pictures beside me, and do not allow desperation to misguide me.
Because I Love You I miss you every day because I love you I keep your pictures beside me, and do not allow desperation to misguide me.
Hello! Quick facts about me: I'm 18 years old and live in DenmarkThis is my third spoken word poem I've uploaded to YouTube. Ever since I began sharing my work I feel a whole new kind of motivation! It helps me use poetry daily.
    I remember the anxiety during the drive there The way the sweat raced from my forehead to my cheek I remember how that awful place looked like a villain’s secret lair
The last day’s dawning The final whisper of breath A gentle goodbye  (Haiku)
Life isnt the same  You left at the same place you came I couldn't have any blame But all I could do was think of your name You were in so much pain But its best that you are gone but life isnt the same
This cave was haunted I know because I was there   A distant light glowed and Shivered under the shadows   The walls glisten with decay And the chill sunk into my skin  
How is it that I am still alive? How is it that today I am awake and maintaining hope that things will get better when I can feel myself spiraling out of control? There have been days...
You smiled  I laughed  We sat at lunch together  He made fun of me You punched him I was shocked, but glad The Day Of Love slowly crept by You bought me flowers But I bought nothing 
I charge Through the night Like a buffalo child. There is darkness in my eyes And my hope, It's a flickering light. As if it were a candle Disappearing into whispy Smoke
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
Everything I felt came rushing back. It was like suicide. My thoughts hung me. My emotions shot me. My fears cut me. My imperfections were an overdose.
Motherless Fatherless -child, alone in the world looking for direction.She's missing her fathers protection and her mothers affection.What she wouldn't give for just a moment so Surreal-- to feel, the touch of them both.
The eyes that shine throughout the night Their corners gleam with delight The blood that boils, it's very soul Reflect within it's eyes so bold Desire to kill, to watch its prey That rules its life every day
I bare my fangs, I laugh at fear Others quake at what they hear I follow through, I lead the pack I remind them to never ever look back I clench my teeth, I hide my pain Think only of what I might gain
The crimson drops under the moonlight A howl echos through the long night The stars that shine way up high A dreary gleam covers the sky My body slowly stats to quake Fear within my heart it does make
Do not look upon my face Love, why doth you look with pity My chest is filled with hallow space Looking in your eyes, I feel so guilty I'm sorry that I left you behind Filled with tears of all the wrong kinds
Why? Do I Cry? Or is it that I Die? Forever there is silence. Blank in my mind Dead silence Dead words Dead lies Forever there is silence. Crying to hear you
Today I am trapped in echoing halls filled with the smokey darkness. Unable to see what good lies await.   I can't hear anything besides the calling the voices of creatures and monsters
To thee my love, a song I write To you who doth shine so bright Like a star in the sky Or the full moon as dawn is nigh Sleeping peacefully on the ground But dreaming higher than the sound
Red When they both shuffled on the old gym floor it was the shade of the swish of her dress. When her lips meet his, he’s wishing for more
"Valley Of Death"
Miles before the sun, I awaken; the bitter sting of salt upon my face, and she who death has taken.   As I emerge from slumber deep, your visage my eyes fight to hold;
there she was laid out on a dusty bed still as a rock sleeping because the thoughts in her head never seemed to stop   oh look, prince charming handsome as ever
I wish I could write, About something interesting. I wish my mind could write out, All it's witnessing. I wish and wish a lot of shit. Dish it out, one by one. Done with this world, done with feeling.
The woods are where the bad things happen, they said Where the evil goes To celebrate its victories To dance with hungry wolves
Loast at sea, thats what I am. A little spec surrounded by swirling water, barely staying afloat in this storm. I call out  and there is no answer as sharks circle about my capsizing raft.
Those we love don't go away They walk beside us each and  everyday. Unseen, unheard, but always near, So loved, so missed, so very dear.   Your life was a blessing Your memory a treasure,
Spot her across the room Smile, look away Allow a minute or two to pass Make sure she’s still there
Covered from head to toes, in this sinful mud Weighs more than a thousand tons Seeking for help, in wrong directions we run 
She is marigold and roses, A song sung with old friends, The warmth of conversation, With loved ones at day's end. She is folded flags and medals, And a candle on the porch,
I dream as any other does, and I breathe. I see as any other does, and I cry.
It is the will of few men,That many must die,Petty feuds to mend,And boys in graves to lie, 
You fear me coming Some of you long for me, unfortunately I put you out of misery and replace the spot with loved ones The elixir of life will save you Find that and it wards me off
I can't believe it's been 6 years since you left us. I still wake up and expect you to be downstairs making breakfast. I miss your smile. That thing was infectious.
Dear Babe Confidentially, I'm tired   19 years old Damn country Fight for and die if need be  
out of the depths of the earth there lies a swell of a great story I'd like to tell to delve into the midnight madness of the bowels of Hell your body lies frozen in time Sublime
Goodbye my Angels oh where did you go? Goodbye my Angels so little we know. Goodbye my Angels I sit and I stare. Goodbye my Angels Daddy's still here. Goodbye my Angels your departure so soon. Goodbye my Angels I wish somebody knew....
Let the sky clear with southern winds To push the soil across my dusty home Please, please do not bury these
1. Until death comes; We may never realise the true beauty of life, The treasure in a simple hello, Even the luxury of a warm hug; May to us; go unnoticed.
She feels like a ghost among the living With no destination or purpose, A mind so big deserves much more then Be simply unnoticed by many. One more step, and she falls on her feet
I wish I were stronger— Strong enough to kill, To wield this blade against him And cut a smile into his throat.   Feet that dance on knives for my sweet voice—
Her lover enters through a little hole pierced in the crutch of her arm and when her lover enters her tongue fashions  coarse whispers.   Her lover calls to her and she pierces holes
Her lover enters through a little hole pierced in the crutch of her arm and when her lover enters her tongue fashions  coarse whispers.   Her lover calls to her and she pierces holes
Don't you feel the noose of night slowly tightening around your thoughts. Sufficating you slowly. You hold a blade in your hand slashing at the silence that hides it all... the things you never said
This line of verse remindsWill love still be loveOr will it alter when itAlteration finds? For should we not still be kindWhen the light in the hearts of those we loved has dimmed?
You have no love for me! As the concept of admiration Seeps through teeth of a mouth at grin. Just as an angry shade of red  Would color spotted grief Upon the face of the cruelly  Disfigured.  
a day a month a year thats how long they've known each other  it started in deep winter  it was still an adventure  they never spoke about the future  they never spoke about the kids
Liquid Gold. Not for long the sun will scold Destiny will unfold And dry up the foundation of life As the coal burns. We are giving up our fight To do what is right
Killing time. trying to get people to understand me. but they can not. Just like i can not understand them. Every man is an island. seperated from all by the oceans of our skulls. trapped in our heads.
This looks like jump to me You are a cockroach
There are days when I feel   Alone,   That no one simply cares.  Perhaps if I were to die their lives would be on pause. For a moment,   And maybe, just maybe they would grieve  
Once upon a time there was a young dreamer who worked the long days in crippling fever   and when night fell  her weepy eyes close exhaustion fade black aspiration to grow
As we walk along this path We are spent till the last A drop of blood will bind While wandering souls entwine To live and carry on one must be strong For the road is oh so very long
Everything rang in my old house The clocks and the doorbells And even the ID tags.   Now I've stopped time  And realize who I hate.  At the Garden of the Gods. Have you seen me?
Family has written the world couldn't  persuade them into loving art yet art was hanging everywhere I stood. even coercing them for peace In a home of clocks and carpet and reconstruction
Saturn I should have known better, To think, I could ever my saturnine flood.   The clouds that thunder for my return to their dim weather,   NEVER NEVER With thunderous blows,
Rise out of the valley beholden with flowers Steep up the treeline as air grows thinner Trekking through snow with the summit in sight
A long voyage to undertake embarks Sailing ships through waters tumble and rough Veiled mystique takes hold of shipmen’s hearts Arrows try to end the war before it starts
What is poetry if not the beating of a heart before it stops? What is it if not the laughing of a child before the laughter is "too old"?
Out of Valhalla, walking on soil, sailing the sea, child of Medusa, how hard you shall toil... whichever path you taketh you shall never be free.
As I lay in my bed, I can't help but feel bad that somewhere, some time tonight... A poor child will be dead. There'll be no justice; It is something, society will easily forget.
I am rock, alone in the sea, cemented in sad are others like me; We are not dead, nor alive, From such captivity I can't contrive?
Tell me why I feel so down, Or why I cannot hear a sound. Why do everything feel woozy, as I feel I'm drifting away, And the're pulling me but I still want to stay,
Wipe away my memorylike I was never there.Rip away the walls around my heart,until the flesh is bare.
After all the noise. The sounds, the television The lights. The things I use to block out my mind. There is a calm. Here in this house, my parents house. For all intense and purposes a museum.
About to clock into work. These shoes are digging into my feet. They are black, with elastic straps to tighten them. I walk to the punch clock. I reach out to touch the keys.
I saw our treehouse yesterday. It was strange seeing it in a state like this. The wood is crumbling, the glass broken, water leaking. I remember when we were young
There Coming To Get you Barbara
The soft whisper of a butterfly wing  And the hushed conversation of the rustling grass Call me to the garden swing, Where I can reminisce about my past.   I watch the evening sky transform
So you are Death a scavenger of breatha vulture for pleasurePreying on life's treasure Each heart beat you measure...
And my heart pulsed- hard and fast against my unmarred chest because your love was the drug to end all drugs And that is why- it's so poisonous.
He died when he was a boy. (Peter breaks through)   Golden child of all his siblings: (the shadow.) beloved, beautiful, anchored
Sick love. We hold each other. So sick and tainted. Our flesh is whole but our souls are rotten, It's a maggot ridden love. Our feelings nibble holes through our hearts.
Do you want to know what lurks in the deep? Beneath my bare skin and white teeth Sitting deep within the bones Screaming, aching, and groaning. In the endless pit within my mind The voices echoing…
Tell me again oh father of mine, Sob and howl repeat "she's died!" Your twin sister that died in babyhood, Manipulating us, feel the pity that you think we should,
Its only a matter of time, Until life falls out of its rhythm and rhyme, Its only a matter of hours, Until life wilts like a flower, Its only a matter of minutes, Until life loses the fight left in it,
I'm so not ready for the world to come crashing into my life this morning. But it never waits for me. I just want to be with you. The earth is so pretty. But it'd be prettier with you.
Holocaust Holocaust...Trapped..Like the fires of Hell, Destroyed the old and the young Millions suffered the agony and despair Holocaust...Covered in bruises,
Never Got Out of the Tower  I watched through my windowall the birds fly by. I wish I could join them but I was locked up so high. I have been here for more than 20 years.It has been yearssince Mother came.She left one day for bread. All I remembe
Isang litrato mo aking nakita.Di na malarawan mukha mo sa alaala.Para bang isang panaginip ang nagyari sa ating dalawa. Sa panaginip na gusto kong magising at wag na lang ulitin.Isa bang sakit o sumpa.
I don’t understand how the story begins. Or maybe it doesn’t ‘begin’ maybe we pick up somewhere in the middle. Today, or maybe it was yesterday I realized that my life is almost over. However, I have yet to start living.
My dear little flower, Bloom, keep on blooming, And never stop. For the rain will flood. For the wind will break. For the earth will crumble. For the clouds will darken. For the fire will burn.
I watched as the fire died in her eyes. I knew it when she succumbed to the overpowering fight I felt it when the life drained from her cold fingers I felt her once lively arms go limp in my tightly-gripping palms
Senseless acts of violence Sadly, took away innocent lives Nothing but mass confusion Filled with corruption and strife Loved ones are grieving in sorrow Tears are falling down endlessly
  Terror struck the hearts of my fans Unable to protect or defend Just to stand and watch upon the empty stand Seeing them scream and flee
The young people Out to enjoy the night Sweating under blinding lights Screaming for a glimpse of their hero But with freedom comes malevolent evil
Jonathan wears red. Jonathan was good. He was smart and handsome. Jonathan had bottle, He called it a bottle of fun. He drank it at night He drank in the sun. Jonathan wears red,
I'm sick of waiting for the world to pass on judgement. I'm sick of waiting for its punishment. I'm sick of being afraid of what is to come whether it is ot bring joy or if it is to bring tradgedy.
You told me once that you were fine I told myself you were right, you’d never lie I know now where i went wrong Seeing you today was the reminder you are gone
Under one nation What is one nation We fight a war for peace Please Its all an excuse To hide from the truth We are never satisfied We live a life smothered in lies.
Man made of fire, Passion to fight. Arrow through his heart, Yet he refuses to die. As stubborn as the light in his eyes
 Denial This isn’t happening to me…I opened my eyes but chose not to see…Daily forced to face myself again…What to do when strength loses and weakness wins… Anger  Why is this happening to me…?I followed the written and unwritten plan…Never give t
Are you ok? "Sure" Oh... ok. I said "sure", since when does that mean "no"? Baby, "sure" is the rape child of "yes" and "No" I don't know if you'll be ok, but I gotta know, Will you promise me you'll try?
While the whole world remains silent, an ageless man plays proudly. Mourning souls gather together, when seven load their rifles.  
So much of me that the world cannot see, I have to try to see it as beauty For if every condensed thread of my being were to unwind to the world Might I as well not exist? Questions to these answers may not unfurl...
Burn my thoughts, set them ablaze. You been running through them. You ran through them all day. Now that your gone I miss you bad Iv missed you ever since you went away I miss that smile on your face.
She dreams of the ocean late at night and longs for the wild salty air. We all know the beauty of waves at twilight; But she wants sails bathed in starlight, Winds raking their fingers through her hair,
Naked skeletons. Hollow eyes. Gnarled joints. All in line for “shower” time. I was just following orders. Branded like cattle. In line like sheep for slaughter. Already dead.
The cold is numbing. Like morphine it trickles through my bones. It seeps into my fingers and it grips my balls. It kisses me like an abusive lover after the beating. The cold is comforting.  
I walk down the blank road, the life I lived behind me. A trail that only ghosts walk, the empty void within me.
I can't help but think of the moment When my loved ones will be gone, it will be over When I won't have a wall or cover When I lose my final lover
Breathing in And out As tears cascade down From eyes that have Not yet seen light Down her gentle Features until they Reach the cliff Of her face and Drop to the floor -splash.
My mind is in shambles Oh my dear old friend Have you come to see me? Remind me once again? Why is it that I smile Why is it that I cry Why is it I must mourn Should a loved one die
Red for the color of her first car that she was so ecstatic about, For the stop sign she saw the other driver disregard,
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
Rising and falling History on repeat  Bombs and endless wars We all must always compete Fighting to the death Living to the brink Fathers holding guns Mothers burying sons
I hope your heart is as a child. Joyful and full of laughs. The world is not good, but there is good out there.  
I cant do this anymore, Death is knocking upon my door. I cut deeper and deeper, I see the eyes of the real Grim Reaper.   I wield my blade like a weapon in defense,
The music will play and they will call me up front I'll exit my seat and wobble and shake my way The pictures will flash on the screen  And I'll search the families for mine I'll hear them before I see them
The dark in the light is not viewed often Like a friend’s funeral with an open coffin Not many will look but those who do Will take a glance and walk on through No one wants to see the pain that comes
Shriveled to bone allow myself to ash let it rain upon me sink into the ground the soils' warmth surrounds me the roots a nurturing hold release into the stems feel the fruit
But then the silence descended and there were no words to fill the emptiness between the spaces that had formed,No matter meaningful to engulf the finality of it,No multitude, to forgive the thinness of it,
She wore blue on her wedding day. Blue as the sky she looked up at when she couldn’t believe her luck when they met. Blue as his eyes
May 22 was the worst Just gotten home from school He wasn’t there He had been gone for too long When Mom came home she told me He was gone
She's the type of girl That everyone would desire Long hair, beautiful So many do admire But what you see on the outside Really doesn't matter Cause she's hurting inside Ready to die
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.
Tick...Time never stops.Tock...Time never slows.Tick...Every second wasted.Tock...Is a second gone forever.Tick...There is no backwards.Tock...No do-overs or retries.Tick...You can never take something backTock...Or undo an action you regret.Tick.
I sit here alone in the dark staring out the window counting fading stars waiting. Waiting for dreams that will never come true Waitig for promises to be pursued 
The Pain of Death   There comes a time in everyone’s life When their hearts are filled with pain and strife Where they wish time would go back
Close your eyes and submerge into it beck and call, Do not think just fall. Do not wonder just sink, Fill a cup of it and drink. Forget it all and give into it, Sing its song, Find comfort in it,
I want to love you America, but how can I when our greatest mistake as a nation is preaching to our youth that what is in our textbooks can never happen again   we preach intelligence 
I promise to love you. I promise to keep you in my heart. I promise to never forget you, Even when we are apart.   I told you this before. I told you can't stay. I told you it's not my choice.
My biggest fear Is to one day never see someone again And to never know what ever happened to them Whether they remember me If they ever became the person they dreamed If they decided to pack up and move
I place my hand on my heart and my arm on my back and I begin to sing then I begin to reflect on all the people who gave their lives so I could live So I could come to this event where all these people
My little ice statue.Shaped like me,Can you see?When she wiggles and dances the fractures are there,Thin lines and shattered chunks made from dispair,As she moves, she breaks, but continues to dance.
You don’t realize until it happens, that a person can die multiple times without once being resurrected.   You don’t realize until it happens, that a heart can break endlessly without being glued back together.
Here in a room, with a glass full of liquor. And crushed to know, I desperately do need her. Standing there, staring right towards a mirror. Feeling helpless, like a tragic bum filled with anger.  
What’s your worst nightmare?   Is it The way water Engulfs you, Imprisons you, And slowly steals your breath?   Or,
I’ve once read an entry From a journal far far away He wrote about somebody Who could do anything but stay On that paper he wrote
Give me your ashes.  If death cries your name too soon; If you can't hold on. 
The flame caught like blue ink to parchment You were polish on oak boards Now I coil at the touch of such a man I only see one escape It ends with a crack
i look around this crowded place  my heart beats a little faster  who's face will be the last i see the end of this final chapter  than i see the black dead tree  i stop thinking there is no after
I felt the moist air Kiss my cheek As all of my limbs Grew so very weak  Looking around Watching flowers die In the meadow Where I lie 
A loved one may have passed on Never forget that she taught you how to be strong She is still there as a guide To help you carry on You were always her precious jewel She wanted you to give it your all
Death   So many timesit'll be that fixationleaving me torpid
cigarettes hanging from empty hands are shaking and my corpse is God. the raindrops sound like the bombsthat ring in our ears and tear us apart.  those ruins and picture framescoated with ash 
Bullying seems only to me to be The single thing that’s keeping me from you, but not you from me You laugh at me, you push and shove, I run home crying, to pray to the man above Ask him to help, in any way he could
O time, you bittersweet rival. An elusive assassin of life, wanderer without death. A beginning that cannot bee conceived, An existence best considered imaginary. Of you I have mine own,
I stood bare foot up first words whisper, to adapt I must adopt. An image no more a minority to the wide spread hatred we call war.
I can see the grass grow higher -Oh how must this life come easy To grow as the wind blows -If only it was as swift to rest in peace
The Darkness of Night By Ryan G.     Darkness had fallen, dressed in black The army stood, no light
Death is something most people hate. I can absolutely relate. You left a mark on my skin that is unseeable. Although I feel for it. It’s unreachable
Promises to the widow, and the other girls could be damaged.  If you want to build a house, but you live. Grapes, fruits, you start to use. In addition to cattle Bogazlanac, tables.
What a difficult and destroying thingTo lose a dog.To lose your best friend,The one who protects,Who's always by your side.To no longer be greeted with kissesOr loves,To be alone in the kitchen.
One year's passed, one dreadful year of sadness and longing, like being underwater for 12 months, the noises and experiences muffled and insignificant, seems as if he has been on a years vacation,
Crispy weather awakens a slumber within my veins. The woods dread of the painted ink draped across their shoulders. My air is stolen from the seeds in the ground so they can grow higher than before.
Veins pumping blood While my heart keeps the beat Put on my shoes Pick up my feet Place each one upon the street Pick them up Put them down Then repeat Soon I'm walking
Underneath the surface Tucked just out of sight There is a dark and dirty place A place of endless night The sun has never risen The moon hides as well Just pay the toll Sell your soul
It feels like yesterday It all happened to quick I cry from it still Why did you have to go So young So bright So handsome  So sweet The pain to know
Life and death both in front of me In an instant I can see through sixty-nine years I can see your mother and your father So much joy they must have had the day that you entered the world
I'm consumed with darkness I don't ever leave my house It's like I'm trapped in a nightmare And there's no way out   I'm putting up a front But nothing seems to please me
Last year I was at a funeral for my grandmother. My strong, polish grandmother Who grew up in Dachau concentration camp. We all wept, Me especially,
She may have passed on Never forget what she meant to you Forever was she your guiding light And she never let you out of her sight Very conscientious at what she did Because, she always wanted the best for you
The wheel of the year started with me in the sleeping death that is ashen winter snow. Everything that had been there had burned away; only charred remnants were left in the dead sea of what was.  
In a year A veil is lifted A wound is deepened, dragging We stitch pigs in science and
My bestfriend thinks this is a myth, -didn't really have the heart to tell her that it's real, and that I've experienced it.   I mean, I guess I kind of told her,
What possible could be so strong, That it demolishes those of the strongest wills? So fierce that it tear apart the toughest? So crushing it wreck the fittest? What possible be so draining,
A year ago, my mom was diagnosed with cancer for the second time.A year ago, I found out I was moving from North Carolina to Illinois.  
I stood upon the platform once of the public trains The day was dark and gloomy as if it were about to rain People rushed all around running this way and that
1.     Community Member. 2.     Bottom Shelf, but lower than that. 3.     Secrets underneath the floorboards. 4.     Not a hero nor a heroine . 5.     Numb to headlines of “Ann Arbor Teen Dies…”
The Hit We were in the same city when you died.I didn't know until hours after arriving homewhen I saw the pictures,saw you,I didn't understand. Wade, I thought it was your birthday.
I've never seen a dead body before, Something I hoped to never see But there he laid, alive no more. Realizing how hard this would be,   I scooted closer to my mom Tears flowing down my face
january, noah's funeral. february, this shouldn't have happened. march, it's all my fault. april, i should have talked to him more. may, take a deep breath.  june, i miss him.
Five hundred, twenty five thousand, six hundred minutes. Some of them we don't remember because we’re deep in sleep. Some we don't remember because our unconscious will not keep.
Yesterday,You were okay.We had a conversation.We laughed together,you reminded me of the good in life.
Death is real. Seeing it up close, in the field. Love will help you feel.
Weekdays at 9:45 My role of a student pauses My role of a Life Program Aid begins   Two Three Four
it was winter when we met   and summer when you left   maybe there’s some irony in that,   but i haven’t found it yet.   as soon as our eyes met,  
Death is the separation of body and soul, But wherever you go, the angels will still sing.  Why? Because God gave angels free will. And once upon a time an angel was captured by a demon inside,
Growing up is hard, and even harder when you are an aspriring bard. Life moves on, even if you can't. Please catch me if I rant, but I don't want to disappoint anyone. The pressure, it weighs a million tons,
I never knew I'd know what love is until I met you.  Cliche as it sounds, I fell for the guy I never talked to in high school. 
Oh, fear. Oh, pain.  How we had each other's numbers. Oh, fear. Oh, pain. How we knew each other so well.   How you sought me in the dark, In the night, in my sheets.
Mentor by Michelle Angeles   Changes and mistakes, where are we now So far from where we started out I can’t remember how we began  
Deliberate and focused I have stopped here at the entrance of the cemetery, pondering the many different diverse deceptions
I smile to keep from crying Everyday I spend my hours trying To keep my self denying That I'm not afraid of dying
It’s almost a cruel joke. Fitting though, for April Fool’s. Where winter is supposed to bring death, and spring renewal, They became the rebirth
I see an empty body I see empty eyes I feel the cold skin I hear desperate lies   He sits too still His car in park His telephone buzzes Flashes light, then dark  
I can see it. I can see the light located at the end of the tunnel I run faster and faster towards it Praying with each step I'll be one step closer, closer  to being free.   Free from the bullies
2016 january, it's january i am 16 years old now everything is good, and happy for once   february, it's february for the first time, i have a partner on valentine's day
The autumn air has become thick Filled with fear and desperation What was once home Has become Hell on earth Destruction rapes the surface While the sky explodes with fire
The clock strikes 2 am As I wait for him To blow down the doors The phone rings That is probably him I answer it It was not my husband Rushing downtown I run through the doors
Looking outside my window Through sorrowful eyes The sky tells me its’s time Gathering my strength I walk into the cold The sun decides to hide Behind thick ashen clouds
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
It begins as a faint flutter, Causing your heart to stop and sputter. It tugs at the broken strings with its restless beating wings.  
The young steamboat glides through the bright blue waters His engine is pristine, His propeller rotates as fast as a hummingbird. ThSo youne young steamboat has no problem riding the calm waves.
The countdown states 699 days.It has been 699 days since he died,since I recieved a phone call.
This past year Alice died I cannot remember my last words to her But I do remember how my sister cried This past year Jackson was born
If only you were here, You would have been able to kiss me goodbye Wish me luck and try your best not to cry As I drove off to learn and live alone Instead, I had to tell your tombstone If only you were here,
Your hands are tied  and i am blind  but i don't mind  that i will die you can stamp and cry  you can sit and sigh  i don't think it's strange  that i've got dead eyes 
Tick tock  goes that clock  when will it stop? that stupid clock  well, when it stops  so does my heart  Tick tock when will it stop  that stupid clock 
Yellow and grey- A sickly combination For the skin of a prior beauty queen. A machine to help you breathe, And a face I hardly recognize.
The dust settled, The battle was over, I had won the war.   Hundreds of corpses lay on the ground, Blood ran in rivers, But I had won the war.   Gun smoke hung in the air,
          All I saw was loss At loss of words and feelings          But I am still here 
I kept saying What am I going to do Left incapacitated I began to live Interpreting the world Found focus and motivation To keep going
why do we hate why do we fight why do we kill why do we destroy but why do we love why do we care why do we live why do we create i assume its because we're human
Since birth, I've had her love. Although I'm one of many, I've had her love. She carries the heart of an Angel with a bit of spice. She carries the foundation of the family. Her prescence gives me joy and security.
I spent every weekend with you in your little rancher with the bamboo hill. 
Up's and down's are all I have, But flatline is where I want to be. No feeling, no pain in my life; No happy or sad just nothing. I want this low to be gone, Even if I lose the highs.
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.
Our principal announced it on a Tuesday, His somber tone echoing through the hallways. The boy I loved was never coming back again, Something awful had happened to him.
The hunter's arrow Sleek and swift Pointed straight at my foot What he was aiming for Could not fly   The clouds were not his friends Focused too much on the wormy muddle
I sit in the darkness. No thoughts. No words. No shouts.   You lower into the ground. No thoughts. No words. No feelings.   We fall into line. No thoughts.
Ever been surrounded by loads of people People you love and care for But still,The loneliness gets to you ?? Ever been at your 'happy' place Searching for your happiness But still,Tears keep rolling down ??
The boy I was a year ago still had a dad.A loving dad who was just trying to turn a boy into a man.For a tragedy was coming. The boy I was a year ago was a little more sophomoric.Didn't care if I was wrong, I didn't care about anything but myself.
there is no humanity behind these random acts, that took away your sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, mother and fathers
life is always so uncertain and thats not something you learn in school, its not something you can fully prepare for, either, because to lose someone you loved dearly will burn you to your core.
I can't grasp the concept of death; how someone can be here one moment and gone the next.I didn't think a fragile needle had the power to take the lifeof a man who fathered my cousin and had a wife.
find me again in october let the cold winter windsstart to howlface me again now that it's overand free me from the same days belowtrace my roadmapi've drawn on my skinand remember that 
Change, defined as that of growth and maturity within ones self, change is when you can go outside and feel as though you're strong enough to face the world...I wish I changed, I wish I changed to understand the difference from right to wrong, lef
The Art of Moving On    The birds were chirping, bees buzzing, cars zooming; The world was moving on after she left us. When my mother and I finally hauled the stubborn door open,  the aroma of the 1930s rushed past us. I half expected to hear a t
Just like art, she is constantly evolving Each in-breath she takes brings more purity and clarity than there ever was. Her gentle eyelashes flutter as each drop of rain falls softly onto her cupid's brow
You were there... When the sun didn't shine, And the rain fell like my tears. When the nights were plaugued Flooded with my fears. When my anxiety ruled my life, And living with depression was a fight.
HELLO BOYS AND GIRLS!LETS HAVE SOME FUN!While your parents are drinking,play with this gun!A game of Cops & Robbers.SHOOT AND KILL!OOPS!! You have a Boo Boo?Here, take this pill.
Thanksgiving has arrived and theirs nothing to eat.A starving single mother has two children to feed.They won't stop whining and crying about their hunger,The starving single mother is fed up and ponders.
The path should have hurt.  The water should have been colder.  The fear should have been greater . We should have looked harder, And he should have lived.    No more shoulds-
Robert Vaughn was married for forty-two years and had two children.He starred in many movies and TV shows and he stood five feet ten.He was the proud father of a daughter and a son.
The pain started in his head, bouncing between his ears like a bullet richocheting through a tunnel. Soon enough the pain slithered down his throat and into his lungs, clinging and growing like a fungus.
He was an exceptional actor but now he's gone.The man who I'm speaking of was Robert Vaughn.Vaughn starred in The Man From U.N.C.L.E and twice on Columbo.
Please don’t make fun of me When I say I’m a vegan Because you say you love Fluffy
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.  
Gravity It pulls at me  drags me down  until I'm faced  with my own  mortality    Grotesque He screams at me  I try to fight him but he's just a reflection 
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,
                                                              By: Gisela Rosa               Growing up with you was rainbows and smiles. Reading books aloud to you, doing my homework next to you, watching Bad Boys with you, makingjokes.
Secrets {succubus} Verse 1:I try to not do it  but it's so hard not to love you.  I see your features when your gone.  They radiate in everyone  With your love I'm so far gone.  Can't tell you how I feel.  No word or words can explain it.  I'm jus
At night the same nightmare plays over and over. I tell myself that women shouldn’t think, not even alone at night, but the nightmare still prevails. I am sweaty and panting. My legs are sprawled open.
If I were to write you a eulogy  I would start by saying You are not dead I still see you in the mirror In the smile lines painted  permanently onto my face I carry you in the baggage under my eyes
The bright light of a new beginning,  Crawling turns into walking,  Running to the playground grinning, 
On the drive home, I noticed all the children racing around playgrounds, people walking their dogs, everyone being able to go about their lives while mine had been completely put on pause.
My head and heart is a dark, vast fieldA place of undead truths and haunting liesDangerous secrets and a muddle of negativityAnd this is why, towards such things, my lips are sealed
I remember at the start Everybody prayed Twenty sixteen please be better They said and said and said  I remember at the start
What a damn free world we are living in Some came from England for religious freedom And others came to escape their corrupt piece of land   Now somehow, we all gather in some place called the freedom land
I loved to try on your clothes, the cute crop tops and fuzzy socks. I loved to sleep in your bed,  to play games on your laptop, to eat tacos with you and  to talk to you, 
All alone I walk through land I stepped on Looking for the cradle of the gusty wind The wind that accords glee throughout every minds Until contentment passed through and sing lullabies
But I always knew of the pain in my clan, Of the burden that sat on the shoulders of my blood. I learned to walk on thin ice Never felt she was mine to feel
She went at 53, And took a part of me She probably didn’t know I’d come But, too bad, life played her like a drum.  
Why do they ignore me? No acceptance given. How do I stop the squandered days, days of regret ...The ones that are close? Why don’t they see?
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The sad begging blue eyes Almost bring tears to my eyes. Almost.   The tiny warm smile Almost makes a matching grin. Almost.   The pitter patter of tiny feet Almost makes me laugh.
He said it was a moment of darkness, Yes we know Some of us far too well, The deafening echo of the death bell;  in an instance a family is draped in sadness.   And now we question ourselves
This spring is dry It’s cold on a summers day The leaves are still Although they are not here to stay, Humanity dipped in grey dye
Four long years you've been gone.We miss you.Every year we have to realize more and more that you're gone. The pain unbearing. My heart still tearing. No more advice. No more caring touch. 
The bodies a little further out. Her sister tried to save her. They'd been nearly inseparable. And then...
Had I known that I would't make it around the corner, I would have stopped. I would have held that strap close, Like it was my best friend, Like it could protect my fragile ears
A gust of wind. I am dislodged from my cradle. My blanket is ripped away. My family shrinks in the distance. I crash to the ground. The light blinks out as I am covered in a new blanket. I am cold.
Mysterious, Unusual, and Now Known. T'was Dark and Morbid With No Mercy Shown. Poor, Poor, Poe. Found in A Gutter Outside A Bar.
So many deaths From disease - war - Starvation - abuse. So many tragedies In Hiroshima - Columbine - Paris - Boston. A moment of silence On 9/11 - Rememberance Day -
Grandfather, If I can call you that, Would you have loved me as a child of your child? That is what I am.   You left my mother so many times, Wounded a part of her spirit she doesn’t like to show,
Calcify me  Make me stay Frozen with you  until you're grey.    We're all just popsicles  on a hot summer's day, anyway. 
Which of the world’s greatest fights will you fight? Will you fight for the light or will you fight for the right to be right? Will you fight for might or will you fight knowing that you might not be coming home?
Death can't bring about life but that wasn't so in Jesus's case.When he died, it brought about immortality for the Human Race.Because of Jesus's death, the dead will not perish, they will live forever.
Tonight was never meant to end in a murderous fiasco of hate and pain.  I crouch by the bathroom sink in order to preserve what was left of my dignity and desperation. With each shriek of the gun I crouch lower, lower, lower until my tummy reaches
When assigning colors to things, I think that:   Logic is black against white and white against black.  
Marhbaan, Kazhar 'Akhbar   Breaking news   A Yemen Funeral Raid launched by Saudi Arabia airplanes kills 140 mourners  
Wasn’t it just night outside? I can feel the sun. Somehow I find myself again splayed on the couch SVU still muted on the screen.         Every morning starts like this, in blurred disarray
A life of regret Feeling regret over even the smallest things It all builds up and makes the weight on one's chest heavier Closer to having the strength to overtake you
Leotards and red licorice.
What makes me get up and greet the day like today is the day everything will be okay. Like I could smile for a change like back in the day when my only worry was when I could go outside and play.
Time Time is running short It's ticking It's tocking We all run out  of time But what happens When time stops? Will we age? Will we die? Are we immortal For all our lives?
this the type of shit that make you run yo mouth asking how  but only answers are not given to what you amount the sound of clout 
i was born a stoner lyrically on one but I’m sober over popping up eventually like I was a gopher I’m searching but I can’t find meanings
[ Me writing a letter to death] October 10th.. Sending this letter from DeVonte, to.... to.., Im going to start off this letter saying i dont like you, I fear of you but I will fight you,
[ Me writing a letter to death] October 10th.. Sending this letter from DeVonte, to.... to.., Im going to start off this letter saying i dont like you, I fear of you but I will fight you,
Whenever the thought comes to mind, Wherever I am when the roses to die,
It's been Two years Two years since your world Has fallen apart   You think you've moved on That the nebula that has collapsed in on itself has finally stopped  Haunting your memories
You will wish to have called just once more To have heard their voice once more To have held their hand when it wasn’t cold To have hugged them tighter the last time you saw them
Lost in the feeling of freedom and joy, Not believing I could loose it all, But who would be so ignorant to risk and choose to fall, I'm silent while I watch them brawl,  Over stupid things like hats or who's tall,
I missed you today   I sang a song that reminded me of sitting across from your atrophic mind, Telling you truths in a way that kept it off the pain long enough for you to rest your weary eyes
To live on when I am gone thoughts that were once in my head may always be read thoughts that were once in my head live on when I am dead to live on when I am gone
The hazy summers in the hills. I remember when we ran still. They lay aching for our command. Longing for a road lined with adventure. Mountains in the way didn't keep us from wanting the sea.
  ‘Today’ my mother says, triumphant, ‘we are bottling peaches’. When I ask why, my mother tells me that it is ‘our tradition’ As though I have bottled peaches before. I have never bottled peaches before.
I think about it quite often, actually, how some people can't even afford a coffin, to bury their loved ones in.
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,
Nothing I’ve done in this life makes me happy. All I ever did on this earth is to make my mom proud of me because she’s the only one who seems to care what I did for a living.
tied up gagged and beaten  you grab the can of gasoline  even as you walk towards me with death by your side you're so beautiful the malice in your eyes softens  your rose petal lips part
When I was a young boy, I had a conversation with my mother. I asked her why she gave me the nickname "Chipmunk," And she said it was because I had the eyes of a chipmunk, Bright and curious and full of life,
When I have grown old, And my time has come to an end, I will leave this place.   When my job is done, I will spread my wings and fly, Fly far, far away.
You're not even a thing! I can't even touch you! You cause my sleepless nights and my early wakeups! You're always there! lingering at my bedside singing a lone note in the darkness!
  “Poem Cry”  Sometimes I get emotional Sometimes I cry for no reason Sometimes I feel alone
“R.I.P. 2 The Old Me”   R.I.P. 2 the old me That weak motherfucker had to die It’s time for a change
Image: Aging Hourglass by Muskan Srivastava   She is cold on the ground, I think. Her body has not reached decomposition, yet And that is good for the funeral director.
This is our wrestling mat. It isn’t much to see. Sort of furrowed yet flat. The number of soles it has held has given it a soul.  
In this life, I will die a thousand times over.  I've learned the sun doesn't wait for me, and it doesn't wait for you, and that's okay We can watch the stars together in the meantime  
So full Of life and color Happiness Surrounded her   Every time You saw her smile She would feel you with warmth And never let you hurt   The girl I met
She wakes up to the cries of her hungry child. Another night another hungry tummy experience. She hobbles to her baby’s cot, And feeds her from a dry breast, Before taking a cup of dirty water,
Waking up for schoolFills me with dreadBut one thing is my fuelthat gets me out of my bed   I want to follow my dreamsI want to excel,Even if it seemsI must go through this hell   One day I’ll awake for a job made for meReady to partakein the day’
Some people believe in a heaven and a hell.  The place where the people with good souls live in eternal paradise. The place where those of evil are condemned to eternal punishment.  But hell is empty.  The devil lives among us.  Sometimes you can
A raised glass to ruby lips Honey colored liquid with swirls of violet Feeling faint, vision blurry Crystal crashes to the ground Body soon after
  I greet the day begrudgingly. The sunlight pools in my eyes like tears. It streams down my face and no matter how much I rub it does not come off.
  Internally, I felt eternally   Entangled in rusted chains  Each loop an emblem of my distress 
I have a story to tell you that is a heart breaker.It's about a great man who was named Kenny Baker.When he starred in the Star Wars movies,he was inside of R2D2.
In the grace of the dawn I rose, With the sun, To read a book of prose. Before the early morning light had gone,
In the grace of the dawn I rose, With the sun, To read a book of prose. Before the early morning light had gone,
Image by Ted Pim   Daddy, why’s mommy crying? Daddy, why’s mommy locked in her room? Daddy, where’d mommy go? “Mommy’s feeling sad today, feeling tired today; mommy’s going away for a while.
All the feelings I have choked down have finally ignited in my stomach. All the words I cannot say (as they are not “acceptable”) have given over to acidity, and begun to boil in my belly. 
Relentless in his pursuit, Death is the one suitor I cannot resist.Like most men who court me, hedoesn’t know the definitionof no, but he has only ever treated me holy-a thing I have always yearned for
The air around was abundant but i still felt as if i was suffocating, streets flooded with nothing but it i screamed "someone save me." Like when you are parched for water
I should be sleeping, Smiling at sweet and happy dreams, But instead I lay here in bed, Anxiously awaiting day break. I fear closing my eyes, And wandering into my head
You have died Not in the literal sense But in my heart You have perished You did not take a gun to your head Or swallow a handful of pills To choose to end your life
Humming Birds Such A Beautiful Blur Of Colors, As They Skip From Flower To Flower In Search Of Nectar... Humming Birds A Harmonious Ochestra Of Chirps; Most Fitting Soundtrack To The Dawning Of A New Day...
When I was younger, life meant forever. Forever was an orange. Lingering pith strands stuck beneath nail beds. Palms faintly yellowed from the mist  which clung to clothes like a child.
Bloodshot eye, wounded in the thigh   doesn't cry                                                              Just a normal day under the Helmand sky. Oxy proxy     war in my head   night terrors in bed
We thought it was a typical Sunday, Little did we know it’d be a nightmare, I heard the news and had nothing to say, How could I? Life cannot be this unfair.  
"Does death frighten you?" she asked as she sipped her warm coffee. I replied with a simple "No." Sitting across from the interviewer. An easy answer to such a complicated question.
My life can be broken down Into seconds, minutes and hours Counting away the days, weeks, months and years Frozen In my mind They remind me of my agony The silent screams for help and love
In my dream, My friend knew his time was coming. This 26 year old young man He had just visited the hospital for a checkup And the doctor had diagnosed him with a disease
Erica and Carlos, a couple in love. The day they become the Morales, a moment of pure bliss. Vows are exchanged, the air occupied by doves. Rings that symbolize a love, care, and admiration, it all sealed with a kiss.
Again, I am here Again, I am at a loss Again, I haves questions Again, there's no answers Again, a stastic Again, lives equals numbers Again, the desensitation Again, the lack of underestanding
I hate the world. Especially when I find myself In an office on a hot afternoon   This is not my cup of tea. I am busy talking to people I couldn’t care less about; About shit nobody cares about.
My eyes snap open Why am I  strapped to a chair? My mind is groggy. Where am I? Most importantly, Who am I?   I don’t know much But I know that I am comfortable, I am at peace,
 How do I reconcile self loathing with the dreams I still have?
plesant as a peach baby from the beach not a lot on her mind, just pockets full of lost dimes  little red rocket crusing down the street the sun and its heat, keep making her scabs sting sweaty and petty 
Image by Vesna Kittelson   "Halt, friend. Trouble not their moments passing Death hath kissed their fellow gone And now they have but not left For it is here they wander on Earth
It’s all so cold lost and lonely, veiled by frost- be quiet, I’m told never speak up, no cost never any loss-
49 colorful souls un-willingly sentenced to a dark abyss ...        or possibly an eternity on cloud nine? Shots ringing...       The immense fear of what might...   Rewind...
Being surrounded by loved ones temporarily make me feel strong,  but the silence of my house causes reality and I realize you are really gone.  Over and over again trying to convince myself this is merely a dream, I cry out to God pleading for him
Back when I was an addict, I had this friend who, No matter how hard he tried to act, Who, Was never indirect, Who, Always had something negative to say, And one day he said,
I had a strange dream last night, I was a cop in a lengthy firefight I was scared and the long awaited back up was just not coming Bang! Bang! The shots rang! And all my mind kept shouting was “run Charles run!”
Why is it so hard to realize when someone has perished, that she is gone?   I know that she is gone but it doesn't feel real. I can feel her all around me. In every room I feel her prescence,
Whether it be today, or tomorrow night, I may not make it home; I might die tonight
Pursuit of happiness, liberty, and life, tell yourself that it is how it is But where’s happiness and liberty when there’s no life to begin with? Don’t make no sense   Ever since 2008, Obama has been on the debate
There's a pressure in my lower stomach, as sickness of aching and swelling, A wish for something, An errant whim against reality,  
Life has us all under a leash. We don't notice we're going under one simple routine. Everyone has one unstoppable destination. How long we last until we reach that destination? It's only known based on our determination.
I might forget the days we woud fuss, But I'll never forget the day you left us. A knot in my throat and tears in my eyes, Soon enough you flew away like a butterfly.
When her life consists of pain and doctor’s visits, Is it really a life? Or is it just an existence. I see the sorrow in her eyes as she tells me, “Don’t get old”
A is for air force. It’s Captain Briggs in the jet. The toughest and proudest man that you’ve ever met.   B is for ball, “why can’t you catch?” Dad grumbled as I shaped my small hands for the next.  
Mama started goin’ gray some years ago. Her body’s breakin’, or so she tells me All damn night and all damn day as she cries. I’ve got to agree; she never used to Cry her eyes and ears off all the damn time.
In my dreams, the nightmares of my mind,My subconscious torments me, Bringing me horror as I sleep.Making me debate whether sleep is friend or foe,
birth(Death) what is in be(Tears)ween girlboys like boygirls(Temporarily)   jackandjill happycarefreemindless (Clueless)          (i Pity, not envy)  
The smell of blood invades my nose every morning around dawn and we were not woken up quietly. My eyes opened wide to the sounds of screams penetrating my eardrums.
I'm almost lost No longer can I see  The road ahead of me  Back tracking, Slipping back into Who I used to be Wondering, Aimlessly Uncertainty it swallows me Engulfs me, surrounds me
She screams in silence, But no one can tell. And her experience with hell, Has her contemplating self violence She sobs to herself. Her superman, her father, Dies, her life forever altered.
We are the leaves upon the tree    We grow weary and die Only to be born anew We prepare We guard ourselves We turn dark and brittle Then we are scattered We lose our way And all that we have known We are filled with ice and pain We lay dormant We
PAY ATTENTION Get ready for this intervention People are dying Children are crying Men are lying
im really rather fond of drivingof moving, while not moving muchof possessing the power to annihilatebut using it for meandering about andgoing to mcdonalds
Maybe it was my realization that placement of words and spaces could literally shake a nation, Wake a generation, stir a congregation, or transform no way into more ways.   
I feel like I died a million deaths How can you not feel the same? I would say my tears are just allergies but really my heart cannot be tamed   I feel  useless seeing you with your other
Simply, be beautiful Perfect beginning from end. Doth it says, “He dies.”
Ripples of lard peel from their skin, as they point at a blinding screen, displeased from muffled voices, yet not the slightest alarmed, to an iron puddle gathering, in cracked gravel lots.   
This day in age, it always seems The world is bursting at its seams. Brothers dying, Mothers crying, The most bloodshed that heaven's seen. Rapes and bombings everyday..
I planned to do so many things with you, for you.  To be your driver, and take you wherever your heart desired;  To walk across the stage, and show you the diploma I earned; 
I am my father's son, Or I was anyway before I started tenth grade. The day I found out I just wanted run, None of my friends could understand how heavy everything weighed.  
There were dolphins on the ceiling, their grey bodies in greenish waters, dancing through shadows cast by artificial moonlight  
Heart breaker she was, who's apth was littered with crimson dipped pieces of her past. Every broken promise was like a knife to her heart.
              I am seven years old and the luckiest girl in the world.             I sip tea with fairy princesses             And spar with pirates.
I always win. No matter the game, no matter the argument, no matter the situation; I always win. No matter how hard you avoid nor how badly you plea the decision is up to me.
I am all drained out- I am not afraid-of the Everlasting Darkness There is no light It is only he-  
Like a tsunami rises from the sea; death arises out of life; every being has it's time; every person the appointed day; how we die is not our choice; will we go in joy or strife;
Sparkling silence is cast over a room before the listeners start to swoon. This poet reads her words so smooth bringing back her own youth.   The words she says speak
He came over eyes livid  jaw clenched, chin forward body stiff. a tiger waiting to pounce I watched
For the sake of my memory, remember not my memory.  Look onto the future, not my current words etched into paper. I found my beautiful husband underneath my window with an odd call.
Dedicated to my dear cousin Emily Grace Waller   A flower blooms in an unexpected garden Petals, like ribbons, dancing in the wind Memories of the dichromatic boats we rode in. Giggling grins in the campers…
I'm like a bird, flying high Everyday in the sky I get shot, and I cry This is ending my life I fall down, on the ground No one hears this sound On the street that I’m bound
Voices , Voices and complete silence Death is everywhere.. Children are dying Mothers are being slaughtered But!! Whats it to you ?? Why are you concerned?? They don't matter...
I thought about you then I wanted to fight for you I didn't want it to end I thought about you then I wondered how you were doing, I meant to call, to tell you that I missed you
Life Taken By the Gun By: Miracle Strong   The rain began to pour As I walked across the shore His arms bleeding leading to his destination  
We dance, merry in a fortunate life With lights flashing blue and green and red Our only wish: that this will never end A sentence without a terminal point We are young. We are free in this great dance
She wore it to his funeral, But it’s also the aura of her soul. It’s murder in cold blood; she stabbed him 27 times.             It’s the colour of hearts breaking apart, The colour of death and imperfection.
Little girl sits in her room terrified, “The monsters in my head won’t leave me be…” “Go away, go away,” she softly cried. “I can’t close my eyes ‘cause they’re all I see.”  
People mistake my sadness for poetry, But what they don’t realize is, It’s just my soul bursting from me. My mistakes, My heartaches, My life, My strife. I write them all out,
I can stop at any time, I don’t need it. I just want it. The needles, the pills… The crystal, the shrooms… The dust, the dragon… My tabs, my acid… My herbs and my rock… I like the warmth,
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.
“Can we be friends?” he asked. “Sure.” She lied. (I just wanted more…) “Are you okay?” he asked. “I’m fine.” She lied. (I’m dying on the inside…) “I’m always here for you.” He said.
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’re a fragile spirit, afraid to leave the grave of which you were laid to rest. Metaphorically, of course… Flowers used to grow in your veins and now they’ve long withered away and died.
I didn't know  Until now That you  Were gone It took me Six months To find out And I was Speechless I had nothing To say I didn't cry But somehow
How much longer can I hold on? Hold on to this reality, The smiles that I place On my usually tiered face. Hold on to this image that you see A confident girl that is happy.
Fear's child.   you only know the terrifying gripping fear Pain's child.   the deep and winding scars are your identity  Hate's child.  the red hot anger is what makes you feel complete 
One still night, In some stolen moment passed, From my slumber Mountained a hush and, From this hush, Rose death   His calloused grip Sent Fear slowly soaking Down from my scalp
There are many stories not told, pasts that will unfold. A loving, a sad, a true story, of those who fought for thier glory. Leave a map for tomorrow, to find the treasure of the past. 
Mike, I met you at a rave after months of feeling so alone in such a big place You made me feel pretty You showed me off to your friends even though we had just met
Mike,I met you at a rave after months of feeling so alone in such a big placeYou made me feel prettyYou showed me off to your friends even though we had just metYou made me feel cared aboutWe became best friends and started spending every second t
I walk to my home, the summer air is thick; surrounded by hallowed street lights and homes of made of brick The streets I walk, normally awake with life, are empty and dull; not a cackle of laughter in my line of sight
I hail from a tribe of giants. Men AND women each grand In size and heart and mind. Titans who built the world up  And gave it greatness.   I hail from a clan of giants. Four brothers-
Bury me with flowers So when I become indistinguishable from the soil  The roses can sink into my skin  And decompose with me  We would become one  Become all You would feel me under your bare feet 
How do you tell a 5 year old someone's gone? How do you tell a 5 year old their best friend left? How do you tell a 5 year old a role model has disappeared? How do you tell a 5 year old a loved one is dead?  
They played with fire They didn’t know the results Though they were dire Now they’ll never be adults  
My heart is broken I will never again hear your words spoken You live on in my memories I wish that was enough for me
So close to death, I’m already decomposing So close to life, My heart has barely stopped beating
Nobody should die becuase of love. They should not die because of hate. People may die of illness. People may die of old age. Why kill over differences? Why kill over your hate?
Memories closing in Shadows of the past Windows breaking Glimmering shards Upon the floor Walls large and daunting No reflection in the mirror You don't exist A wisp of fog rolling by
One of the hardest things I do Is talk to you. It doesn't happen until I snap, And all hell breaks loose. I try to tell you, But the words are impossible to find. When I do my best it is dismissed.
There are times in your life, times you’re overwhelmed by joyous feelings, then there are times in your life, times you’re overwhelmed by deep, dark, hurtful feelings.  
I plant my feet slowly and reach out all around Fingertips brushing up against the thoughts in my head They seem to scream but my lips are bound Shushing them, I see my mind was mislead  
There is a sickness in my stomach that was not there yesterday, It is a turning, churning feeling of what was taken from me, And it doesn’t go away. Every time I think of you it burns.
The Fallen Angel is Dying-- The pain comes in strides Chained down to Earth, left alone; tortured by her other side Her wings--they droop to shame, as sound stops and begins
When my soul Will form more now part of the universe Of the blue color until the black Because my soul like black It is combination of all colors
Once my heart was full of petty things, Like dolls with tufts of hair and wedding rings, Today my heart is empty and hollow, For the rest of my life, filled with sorrow, People do not understand why
I am sinking.   I am sinking, and I can't remember -  where I started or why I am here?   The azure Sky, the open Sky Open. I scent the Earth in myself . . .  I am sinking.
The crimson petals of the past, remind me of the colour of your lips, the rain of your weeping.   Never did you listen, when the angels warned you of my curse, all I touched went toxic,
And I watched as you went As you slowly slipped from one existence  Into another  I held your hand and wished  That you had the strength to squeeze it again That soft, gentle squeeze that screamed
Author's Note: This was a poem written by Catrina Sable, a good friend of mine, and myself. Enjoy!   Two girls that feel alone Lost in their head Replaying the battles, Hearing the never ending screams,
They stand shoulder to shouder Forming a circle around the casket Heads bowed in prayer His daughter, the smallest of all Only wanting the return of his life Everyone there contains grief
swift, the river current kills  while younger and younger kids taking pills  all that matters is a manly thrill  a new born baby lying still; but this was of our own free will  A mother left the child to die
Darkness envelopes within the soul. Consuming first from the edges like a t-shirt stained with blood We look into ourselves for hope
You were an awesome actor but I regret to say that you died twenty years ago.First, you were Doctor Who and later you were Worzel Gummidge the Scarecrow.You died of a heart attack in your sleep.
You were the death of me Those venomous lips with a sweet toxic taste Your hissing tongue twisting with mine All of this lead to my devastating fate   I was told what a biohazard you were
Blah blah, night, blah blah, death.I’m tired of this song. But I picked up a book of hymns today, turned to the index. Some on faith, lots on Jesus. None on death. That section said “See ‘Funeral’.“
Angel of darkness Marksman within nothingness Life’s ending cession Ever watching life’s play park Tribute to the angel shark. Ending is beginning
No birth after life New birth is after death The cleanser The self-kill Our natural calling Natural self-loathing
I Piggy back off my mysterious saviors Soak me in your Divine bath Through your words of wisdom and way of spotlighting Death
Am hooked It's fucking unbearable, Unfortunate that it's legal, Because this may actually be the death of me. Fucking murder, Your under my skin, I bleed you, You lost your head but I lost my heart
I love in life But do so at the paradoxical philosophy people modernly reside within... Memento Mori: my handwriting curls boldly under the force of it's own Rigor Mortis. Memento Mori: my voice recalls ten times a day. This next sentence is craft
To: Death...
Time pasts and people stay still. You can’t change someone, if their heart is made of steel. That is the truth, And I know it hurts, But don’t push yourself because it never works. 
Bright flourescents filling up the Friday night sky, as the big red ball that was high has now left the sky Sweat beads roll down down your face There is a special feeling to this place
I get the call It feels as if I have walked smack into a wall The tears begin to fall I am going through the motions Not understanding such notions This brings back so much pain
Dead, dead, is she ahead? Did she quit while she was ahead?
I don’t get stream of consciousness writing style. Sorry Virginia Woolf, I have too much running through my brain to have to comprehend what’s trickling through yours.
Death is the Greatest Truth   Do tell me why you left? Each night I stare up at the ceiling and I’m tempted to scream your name, After all, you did this to me, didn’t you?
One death for the nobody's pride One death for the times we were sadOne death gotta stay alive.. .I will surviveOne death for the city streets One death for the hip hop beats One death oh I do believe 
Crusin' in the ride late one night My eyes beheld an eerie site I saw him in the rearview, pull up tight It looks like a cop might die tonight   Ridin' dirty, hey you know me
I wish that I were injured physically. I wish that I were hurt. I wish that I were bleeding. At least then it would not hurt. She would still be here. Here for me to love. Each and every day.
The time has come To put the nonsense aside I've waited all day Now it's time to get high   So, I lock the door And I load the bong Turn on the stereo To my favorite song  
Anxiety gripped her, Its boney fingers long. She tried to resist its grip. But it grew tighter And tighter With each futile shake.
I wrote my first poem
He draws with silver And it comes out red Neat Clean lines Cover most of his body He tries to go deeper Fear of failure
Pain Some people hate it Avoid it heavily Others enjoy it Seek it out I myself am the latter Physical pain I can control
Keep your sleeves down Keep your hood up Keep your voice quiet Keep your silence overwhelming They’re never notice you The see what they want
When you welcome the pain It stops hurting It becomes nice When you cause it yourself You can control it You feel it better
Why is it That i feel most alone Surrounded by people? Why is it I feel most unwanted When people say they love me? Why is it
You can stitch my skin But not my heart You can mend my wounds But not my mind You can heal the surface But not deep down
I look in the mirror and hate what I see  Lines of red up and down my body Fat as can be    People say I need to loose weight  That I'm getting too big  So when my parents ask I say "I already ate."
How long is the road I travel on? How many more ruts, diversions, rocks? I love the view but  my caravan is drifting.   Falling apart at the seams, all the gypsies are gone
To those ready to leave, your coats are being washed It seems something's spilled on them and now you have to stay At least until I'm finished saying what I need to say
She may be gone But, you can still hear her voice Your mother was always there To help you make the right choice Let her voice be heard She wants you to do your best Broaden your world
I've shed so many tears, I have no more, And all that is left is a shell. A shell of a girl that I used to know, The girl that I still show. But no one knows what happens,
The breeze floats my way, as I sit here on the bay.   I think of how much you'd love to be here.   When the time came for you to leave, there was no warning before we took the plunge to grieve.
Finite Distance. That is what lies between us and the edge. Our sanity. Our reasoning. Our being.   Startling Suspicion.
It's gone for life, yet it still tortures you, like a lost puppy, there's no place to go. Unable to tell what's false and what's true. Your mind under sea level, sinking low.
Oh beauty that lays in slumber,How do you fareSo calm and sereneYet so truthful and hideousLoved by none prayed by allYou are hated for taking loved ones Oh beauty in deep sleep,Do not shed your tearsYou turn worlds upside downDestroy homes and br
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
you woke up from a dream that felt too untrue because it was a feeling that was too  farnew for you you hopped out of your cherry red bed and out to do things you had to attend to
It echoes through my mind and feels glossy, shimmering as if it were a woodland fairy; with wings beating up and down in a  steady rhythm, a slow staccato but
Wailing heard through an amplified tshauv queej, And constant beat of the drums. Through the quick bangs, Arrives the light rum. For all men to drink, To feel drunk to the brink.
Coldness enveloped me that day, like a crusting of ice had formed over my soul. Everything passed in a blur I could feel it, the constant stabbing pain and bile rising up in the back of my throat as they spoke.
I can’t live without knowing one day I will die Else how appreciate I all of Life’s splendor? For there is, to no extent, is there a point to vie If I know not the existence of my time’s offender.  
         Spirit will ……never vanish.  The darkest hour…upon the isle's stage. No, I simply cannot let it be so for me ever.   On a desolate isle, I refuse to back down.      Standing before the Lord of Flies.
If I could ever talk to a star, I'd ask it about my brother. I'm sure it would tell me he isn't far, Or tell me he's with his mother. If I could talk to a cloud,
When we die, We don’t need anything. We walk to our deaths as we are, With nothing to hold us down but a Small chain of memory wrapped around our minds.
Hidden Beauty |~Taylor Freeman~| Losing someone is extremely difficult. But when they are close to someone so young that’s the worst. Our father was killed in war;
She's taken everything for granted. Her friends, her family, and her freedom have never been appreciated. She never realized she had done it. But now, as she lays there, naked and bare, on this cold table
The croaking of the stairs Woke me up, Told me you were awake. I bounced in your lap, All giggles and smiles As you flipped through Black and white pages.   We bet on the horses,
I hold right in my handMy future and my fateI pray my hurt will heal fast And end now all my hateHow could they not realize My pain and my distressI know I must just end it now 
just because the sun setsdoesn’t mean it is gone,with its warmth. just because it has places to bedoesn’t meanit doesn’t want to be here. the sun risesand it sets for us. 
To My Angel, The frustration of figuring out what to wear when I was first meeting you was surreal. 
The Romans would have carved into their gravestones: non fui, fui, non sum, non curo-- “I was not, I was, I am not, I don’t care.”
I am weary. I am tired and I need to rest. Lay me down by the river stream and do not weep. I am only going home. I am going to rest. I am going to have peace. Now child don't you weep for me.
I had lead such a privileged life. I danced toe to toe with rich men everyday. They brought me expensive clothes that they thought would warm my soul. Their eyes tied in knots at the sight of me.
All I need is hope. Hope that my brother of 23 will be able to wash out the color of our father's favorite shirt he wore like the color that washed out of his face as he lay dying
All I need is hope. Hope that my brother of 23 will be able to wash out the color of our father's favorite shirt he wore like the color that washed out of his face as he lay dying
My best friend, memories are kept with me. Why’d it have to end?   My successes I send, flying free. My best friend.  
My best friend, memories are kept with me. Why’d it have to end?   My successes I send, flying free. My best friend.
A miraculous adventure was coming for me Although the fields of roses were still as the night I felt that shake that brought me to my knees And once i opened my eyes, what i saw was pure fright
H20 By Bethany Hughes   Water. On a deserted island; water would be necessary to drink, to survive. Water. Flowing throughout my body, through yours,
He stands there waiting, cloaked in black Like the darkness of the night illuminated by the fog of the moon His hands are white and steady, reaching toward hers Shaking, a boney remnant of what love used to hold.  
your hand filled mineas I strode down the streettowards a night of mundane a hologram, still only22, straw blonde hair glowing,luminescent. 
you were my one healthy habit<br>i looked forward to each day<br>each day i gave you my life<br>you hold my present, past, and future<br> your blood is now the ink in my pen--<br>the life force flowing in me<br>
I am not afraid of dying, but instead of living without love. I am not afraid of falling, but instead of watching from above. I am not afraid of crying, but instead of laughing on my own.
Missing   I’ve got it all planned out, you’ll see. I’ve hired someone to do the missing for me. I’ve become impatient and salty.
She clutched the broken objects, Held them to her chest. They constantly mocked her life, Called it a mess. But they couldn’t see the tears,
Death confronts me often; Bearing his face in the form of;           Near misses,                    Almosts. He lets me see him as if from the shadows; His face, his eyes, the windows to his soul;
If those walls could talk,  I know what they'd say; It'd be no comfort to families, Whose lights've gone away. For when sky fades to black, And blues turn to grays, And gun's life-taking crack,
I miss my family every day. I think about each passing grain in the hourglass. I think about how desperately I’d rather be free than be here. However, I cannot begrudge the calamities which have been delivered,
The clouds detach themselves from the sky and bind their bodies to the ground Creating dew drops dropping down the grass To awake in a fog, a misty glass The affair doesn't last They return to the sky
I don't want to say you're all I need.That I can't live without you.  That when we fall asleepI match my inhale to yours. I want to say that I exist on my own.That I can standwithout your arms around me.
writing about Death without beingunoriginaland depressing ishard. for  
winter used to mean angel feathers tickling red noses and cheeks.   you'd want me to laugh again, but all i feel on my face are ashes.
I wish I could feel the raindrops  falling on my face  the distance between the sky and me  feels so out of place.     strip away these walls  bricks and mortar that bind me  
I would like to grow more fond of my company, after all, lonliness is the only emotion that isn't fleeting. We spend our time, money, energy, effort we spend everything we have, hoping to somehow discover
Through the hell fire When everything is gone, I'll keep you close My beautiful angel.   To keep running In the image you saw, I'll never disappoint My beautiful angel.  
I've got a face caked in makeup, and sweat pooling in my palms. I make last second prop checkups, and nerves have me forgetting verses from Psalms.  The curtain rises as the lights go up.
The King of Shadows Was broken in battle When a man stepped up and got nailed to a cross but He was not lost no, even Death He fought  not for Himself but for us even our soul had been marked
My depression is my blood A dark substance flowing through my veins   It's killing me though  Dragging me into a dark abyss of death   Feeding on my pain and sadness Slowly killing me  
Like a bill collector  Death keep calling   I owe him something But I'm not sure what    Some days I ignore him Some days I talk   But no matter what He's coming
Eyes red, dried tears on her cheeks; On the roof she sits with pen and paper Describing the beauty of the street lights The sound of the rustling trees
The happiest absolute of life to live, would be to start the work, unnamed, in death, But confused above this harsh world, I'd died a worker with the riches. That everything you wouldn't lose,
Boy, I seen the way that you stare at me With that big dopey smile and those awestruck eyes You try to get my attention many ways Boy, you don’t know what you are getting into  
"I love you Grandma!" I said hugging her knees Little me knew her value even then Her warm hugs Her white hair Her eyes that squinted when she smiled That nose that every Ramsay shares  
Goodnight, badmorningA vow now brokenThey kissed before bedBut from his lipsNothing else was ever saidFor he passed away with her on his sideAnd she promised to the bedThat she never once again shall lieSzymborska's words      "Mr.
Goodnight, badmorningA vow now brokenThey kissed before bedBut from his lipsNothing else was ever saidFor he passed away with her on his sideAnd she promised to the bedThat she never once again shall lieSzymborska's words      "Mr.
Even though you can no longer see me Look at the sun when it rises Look at the moon and stars   Even though you no longer feel me
Where will we be when the future arrives? Will we be nothing but dust, Filling the ground with nothing but cobwebs and our sadness? Or will we be memories,
Stare at the stars, Wondering who we are, And why we are lost. How is it possible to be ourselves, When we are unsure of who we are? How can we live to their expectations?
It baffles me daily: how we insist That we sustain on food, water, and air. Birds have as much; yet from us they desist. Money's our answer, if there's plenty spared.
Just as there can be no light without darkness and no joy without pain, A life without death would be a world drowned in vain.   For though death is painful and too hard to swallow,
Blood filled the room.Or at least it seemed so.I saw it fall apartI saw it all happenI fell because I can't handle this
Real life isn't like T.V.It doesn't cut away to commercial.It doesn't end always end in resolution. Real life is messy and it's loud.Its watching a marriage of several decades
Looking down, curling broken feet, through the pungent odour of burnt cotton, My clothes are burned, flesh cavernous and scarred,
And as he waits on the spire of the human soul, End watches.   A woman stands outside and stares across the rugged buildings to the early sunset. It’s a lot of blue covered over with whispy clouds,
Standing knee-deep in waves it could otherwise  Drown in, Reaching toward the water, Black with tears and blood and bad memories, A body standing aimlessly, dead before Drowning.  
I came upon Life as I crossed the street in calm serenity I was reposed, and she composed, in hushed tranquility.  
I sit alone, in a crowded room Filled with people who fear me.   They pretend we'll never meet, Pretend they'll never see me.  
I saw you staring, eyes piercing my soul. Love could it be? Love could it be not? In the distance, angels sang down, With holy light over the scene.   Finally got a sweet sound from that Phoenix.
Late night woken, barely alive. struggling to see the light through other's eyes. covered in darkness, covered to the core. try to show people me, but they don't see the sores.  
The Dumb Show By:Alexis Arellano Death is the thing I think of most, For some reason I hold it so close, It is like holding a rose, Once you start to repose, Then it snows, The wind blows,
When I am alone Quite often I'm thrown Violently into a mood By my pensive attitude   I think of my past The time that has passed
Heads roll, faces spinning before your eyes Death to Louise the thirteenth, They yell Death to the Monarchy, They chant   CHOP.
Gazing out, Into the deep rolling waves. As they roll and roll, Ever turning. On and on.  
High-five! Five o'clock news Five best friends Five... The fifth month The month that six best friends became... Five This is Kiersten's month-- Her life ended this month.
The news I heard was fast. You looked like a doll.   You lay there in white, A cross wrapped in your hand.   You do not look real. You look like a doll.  
There are no tears in her eyes as she plays with her toys. Her father and grandmother are holding onto each other's hands, Sometimes stealing glances at the young girl.  
You take the knife and you take the blade You dig it in and draw some blood But it’s time to stop, your night is made. Listen and let the tears flood.
I can't stop-- Moving. I feel like I'm... Dead? If I stop moving, Rigor mortis... Will set in. I will seize up-- And never move again. I have too... many... things...
The girl of my dreams, had I not known she existed; She hadn't until I met her. I didn't expect her to appear in my place however her charm persisted She incurred my attention, not one to defer.  
Dear Kiersten, I hope heaven isn't just full of angels. I hope there are abundant ladybugs, majestic horses, and cuddly dogs. I pray heaven is filled with beauty and song!
With silver venom flowing from his torn lips That suggested he might do the same He told me his mother had died of lung cancer Yet before I could question the lit cigarette
I am a flower, you are a grave You house the one that they couldn’t save A simple hole that was given death, but in it, found a life and breath  
The spring grass takes me to a time ago; The stillness stayed so, and life held her hands Above her kin, above her withered foe. She smiled upon beaches of silver sands.
I had looked forward to this year Ignorant of what was to come Why did it have to start with tears Life was lachrymose, very glum
I want to disappear, and leave it all behind. Have all go away, Make my eyes blind. I don't want to see anything at all, I don't want to listen, or answer your calls.
I don't remember Most of the dream. Just that you Were in it. Alive.   I think I met Your parents? Your brothers?   I don't remember Most of the dream.
(In memory of Farrah)   Every day I hear the thunder clap. 1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi, 4 Mississippi, I count the seconds until the lightning flashes. I hear the pit-pat-pat on the rooftops,
To live, I wish no more When the choir angel singing renounces . Wishing, to be quiet like a corpse, The death of its joy, it announces. That day, no more shall I live,
Summertime is around again my feet are burning like when we danced all night that summer it was July, and the long rain had finally stopped
Now to lay me down to sleep I give to you my soul to reap End the pain that comes with love Take me to the land above Come now, one and all Time to see an angel's fall
How quickly the time does fly, But how long it seems in our hearts. We live out our lives like we always have, Except now there's a kind of emptiness we need to fill.   It never gets any easier,
I scream I cried I couldn't lift a thing My soul cried out For a God I couldn't see I sucked in a breath And it stung like a b*tch Death was near Pain was it's snitch 
A island. I need nothing but my past. I have no more expectations for the future. I want nothing in the moment.
I don't know who you are (or were, i suppose) but someone, somewhere  remembers you. perhaps they are a lover, and you got lost at sea.  or they are sinking,  with out you as their life preserver (ironic, isn't it) or maybe it was guilt that made
Do you see those burning ashes? 
My world ended So why was it still spinning? Darkness crept in So why was there still light?   How can the Earth still spin And a candle still burn When his heart's stopped beating?  
Upon the island of no escape, Dare I go without her take, She to me, to kiss my nape, Never dare I to forsake. The island is but a prison without her, All I am; Crazy about her,
Clockwork   It moves in slowly Tick-tock   Never ending circle
If sleep is the cousin of death what is a dream You keep falling into the depth and it could seem Closed eyes awaken Wake up to mistaken Perceptions of the physical Loss of analytical skill
Its been 10 years without,  I don't want to be without, All the things I've done, Started high school without But I know you see me, All the things I've done,  With me the whole time,
Here's what you've been missing After all these days There's a rocking chair still sitting Outside that she wishes wouldn't stay Here's what you've been missing Since you passed away
Out of a trance. Transported, into another time frame, another second of grace beyond our space of a lifetime. Rebuked and without a trace, vanished, into an unknown place.
Come hither my cats, let me sing you a lullaby. Sleep in my arms, lay in the bed of lavender. Listen to the song of sleep, and let it linger in your ears. The night has come
I wish I didn't feel this way toward my ill-fated lover. The croosing stars. The swirling clouds. The potion is key. The key to unity. The key to freedom. The key to love.
She's gone. Nostalgia comforts as I'm consumed by my thoughts By her lingering aroma Sage, sassafras, and cinnamon drifting in the wind As I sit by our favorite willow tree
My dear Velvetine was the richest Queen No, not rich in gold but rich in life She spent her last days before her unexpected slumber dancing in the Roaring Twenties Swinging to the beat of the saxophone
She wept As the fire danced and the smoke filled her lungs The crackles of the embers  sang her a song As her essence left her body and she closed her eyes And dreamed of all the good 
The wind blows, harsh yet stale.Winter is not new, it is the same every year:it freezes the ground and the sky, it takes life from the trees, the bugs, the squirrels,
Molly was a little girl Her heart as big as the world she carried life on her shoulders and helped her friends climb over boulders. But when molly reached 17 she began to see
her hair is long her eyes green behind her smile suffering is seen   her hands are shaky, for they have stood the test of time I am my mother's daughter and I am blessed to call her mine
What is there to say when the world's gone astray? What's there to fight when the government leans right? What reason to cry when all rivers run dry? What's worth the pain once I've gone insane? It's worth the love
Softest petals, red as blood, blossoming with hate and love. Lying in a bed of snow that bends and weaves, that blooms and grows.  
On the shores of here and gone, a never ending line sunlight shining off her hair and dancing off her eyes.   Palm trees sway in seafoam green,
Marion had driven past the lake More times than she could hope to count. She lived on its banks with her husband And their five children, who loved the lake.
  What once was, what now is Lost in each other, how it should have been Times long gone and time to ascend We will be together, at least in the end   Burning hatred of the past now churns
Death raining do on helpless, Children scream- All chaos. No escape, Death is coming. Life wasted, useless. Humans greed, and bloodlust, We can't control. In the end-
How do you like the taste of it? The posion in your tea I put it there with shaking hands There's no way you'll be the end of me  How do you like the sound of it? The weeping when you died Your mother came with me at night Then we closed your eyes
now final lossis speaking closei don't know howbut here it isand fallen cloudsthat cannot floatlie scattered on the ground  i look up at thebrazen curve 
 When he took the last breath, I knew it was real. I had not only lost my father, but the most important man in the world.
The summers are hot, but you are hotter.   Your wings are made of wax melting nothing left but a paint by numbers.   You tell me it’s okay,
"Dancing shadows Deep and dark Flying arrows Met their mark Weary gallows Done their part No more follow Lost their heart Inside is hollow  They lost their spark
I may not have anyone around, but soon I will, I know it.   I'll be found soon, they noticed my absense.   If I perish here today, I'll go out like Gatsby. love, supported, and lost. 
Someone died today And your sorrow is cherished It was a long time ago May moss grow on their bones
Someone died here Maybe moss grows on their bones They are forgotten Blood spilled into the soil Echoes the only thing that remains   They are long dead Maybe moss grows on their bones
Its been about 4 months...? Who am I kidding here, its been 4 months, two days and 12 hours since you've gone and I am sitting in the same robe I slept in two weeks ago.
"Called upun this story  But was it fear or fate? Not in it for the glory Don't want to feel their hate But my life is not so boring  As for me? I'm no saint Though now I know who the Lord is
The reaper is not made of cloth and bone nor is he male,but a wondrous young woman, tall and thin and pale.   My first encounter with maiden fair
I think about you sometimes, Your laughter, your smile The fun times we had together before the fall Maybe we could have worked out Your fire was too hot for my ice
"Death whispers to me, saying"honey pretty please" But even if I ask it to leave, It still follows me. I turn down a dark alley, But no it's just a hall way, And i'm late for biology.
Wind blow me across the world By dark eyes who are dying now The eve of twilight ascended   The dark is not always the worst place to be I believe, that I don't believe The water had to clear  
" Contradicting  Try predicting  Always working Know your earning  But never learning All are hurting But the tables are turning Some are yearning For the fire burning 
"When the city falls asleep Your promise you do keep To guide our silent footsteps  Give us limits to test Till our bodies are put to rest Set down in a grave Silently we lay
You can stay warm You can stay happy You can stay in the sun and play Live a life worth living Living... What a funny thought When you think you're alive you're not The same second you're dead
I am probably death itself I am probably going to kill everything in my path I turn a mans red heart of kindness into a black hole of darkness I see the blackness wrap itself around his heart
Just sitting here. In a chair. Breathing air. Living. In the ground. 10 feet down. No longer breathing. Dead Switch Skeloten in a chair. Skeloten breathing air.
Your mother may be gone But, you can still hear her voice She is there as a guide To help you make the right choice Visions of her Are still with you She will forever be in your heart
Desire thrives best under pressure. Examine, for instance, the fragmented poetry of Sappho: for how many years did those tattered scraps of Papyrus survive?
As i watch you breathing I look deep into your eyes I try to read your face For clues of any feeling Pain or peace I know your body is tired
All around her,everything she's ever touched,everyone she's ever met,has faded to the black. All around her,everything she's ever wanted,everyone she's ever loved,has died.
Life Easygoing. Nurturing. Energetic the Tinkling of a Laugh Music to my Ears   like the Leaves of a tall Pine                       we are green                                 Full of
You were certain the girl was deadSixteen, long blond hair that went down to her waist, shimmering jade green eyesDressed in a white nightie and sandals like a hippie in Monterey Bay in the 60's
The beast is inside, the opposite path marking his deadly ascent                     All I could feel now at this moment is the raging fury I feel upon seeing the bones of those who failed before me
"There is a beast inside That controls my heart My soul is slowly dying And I need to stop the hurt This beast contols my mind Never is there peace or rest Can I get free in time?
Why are they so happy It’s not like he’s coming back I think this is dumb   They are all really old Like, boarding on ancient
"When anger finds me buried deep The hurt inside might make me weep  I try and take one final breath Before I meet a friend called Death Must go on Must break free But Anger tries to keep it from me
"The day of death grows closer still All the while I hold the pill To make or break this path I've chosen Will I choose the water or poison  For the path of God is never easy
A woman Tall, intelligent, and free Not only took care of herself But took care of me    Eighteen kids And a legacy left behind    
A woman Tall, intelligent, and free Not only took care of herself But took care of me    Eighteen kids And a legacy left behind    
You now know the answer  To my most frequent question I never dared to try  Knowing I couldn’t share the information How is it? 
Along  time we  go. To where? I  do  not  know. But  swift is our motion, commotion, and conversation about timeless 
The golden, sparkling, gritty sand, Of each moment of every day, Fulfills our most ancient demand, The price that we must pay.   Mortality, our genetic curse, Our lives does dominate,
Find the strength to carry on In spite of the loss of a loved one Just remember the lessons that she taught you And see your way through She always wanted you to do your best Reach out and grab success
I find a comfort in knowing that death is close, It's soul soothing to know that all the pain and hurt felt will be no more when mysoul leaves this entrapped body. 
his fatal fall down into the World which. stopped, yet still a l i v e anxiously waiting for normality to Rebirth.
Heavens' gates open wide as a new soul approaches slowly.  Crisp air frightens the new arrival,  yet there is freedom. Freedom in knowing the choice was his. 
He. He was different. Always different.   Normalcy was an impossible feat, A distant dream, An indiscussable imagining.   He loved the color beige. He liked clunker cars.
He stole my heart But they stole him Off to war, he fought And our future looked dim Before he left he pulled me in He whispered “I love you” And my pain begin I could barely mumble, “I love you too”
You are one decade of my life Yet I am all of yours Forgive me, for your death too I decide And out of endless love there is remorse
You're sitting there across the room yet it feels like.. your a hundred miles away… I gaze at you and the way your eyes shine your smile shines brightly and kind  
I’m asleep oh so gentle, so calm. I wake up to a touch on my arm. I jump up scared thinking he’s back, I then notice the feeling was myself touching my arm. “Anyone there?” I ask frightened.