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#augustwriteaday Finally up to date. In this theatre of stone angels With Peter, Paul and James I lay my sins before you, Reveal my selfish games.
What is the most fragile thing you know of. Is it: your lovely glass ornament you got in India; is it that adorable clay sculpture your child made you in pre-school.
What is it all for if everything you own ends up in a skip. When your possessions and things end up in the tip. Went back to my late nans house today.
Positive. It can't be. I... Can't have it. Can I. The test results slip out of my hand, spiralling towards the floor. My limbs grow shaky and weak, my mind screams. I can't have it. I can't.
If you died tomorrow, What would you do today.
I took a walk, a morning fine The sky so blue, the sun so high And took a shortcut past a church A graveyard: rest for those who die I stopped and saw the rows of stones Some lopsided, some...
My little dear, my loved one Your heart big as your chest To me you seem so beautiful Though I know some will suggest That your jagged, yellow teeth All crooked and undershot Should make me feel...
I'm not too sure what this is. But could you give it a read and tell me what you think. .... I swear, I never saw it coming. I didn't really see what was right under my nose.
Beady human eyes With a greedy gloss, Searching the sky, He's ready for the hunt. The unfair hunt... Grey clouds dispersing The prey comes into sight. Black silhouette on a pastel sky.
Charge the gates down. Break free of the shackles. Disturb it's entropy. Because tonight, if only for the second when fireworks light our eyes. We are free.
The veil of a hidden unknown figure. Black, dark as night, wicked & ready to bite. Crushing your heart. Crumbling life's, throwing the darts. Reaping constantly, as another life starts.
Churches and graveyards are all around. With so many bodies just lie in the ground. Most of whom overgrown and covered in moss. It seems to me such a terrible loss. Moss and weeds cover the stones.
Welcome to this lonely world. Once you're here there's no turning back. You're trapped here for eternity. Even when your body dies, your soul still lives. There's no exit, your stuck here forever.
There’s nothing certain but death. Nor beyond nor before. We are born and live to die. Death the only gift of life. We fret; make noise, shout and cry. We skid from hills to valley and back.
Down among the dead. A place I sometimes go. Even though I'm only visiting. And there's no-one here I know. I come here for the solitude. And peace I gain herein. To listen to the voices.
I don't fear death. I've long since accepted my mortality.
I know, late again for #household, I'll catch up at some point I promise. There was a clock, as old as he, it had been loosing time, in the same way he'd loose his teeth, or forget a word or rhyme.
#youngwritershousehold Fly away, Butterfly, On this day, You must die. Trapped in a spider's web, Or insect catcher's net, Drowning in a paddling pool, Your wings getting so wet.
Next time I see you i'll be stonger, Next time I see you i'll be smarter, Next time I see you i'll be better, Next time I see you i'll be more mature, Next time I see you i'll be living my life...
Bones jutting through the skin. Friend... When did you grow so thin. Eyes sunken and dark with fear. You're ill aren't you. No answer its clear. Tiny little lips, eyes dull no sheen.
Why has the rain discoloured the sun. Go ask the crows. Why summer's ended before it's begun. Go ask the crows. Why do I feel someone just behind my shoulder Go ask the crows.
#100days They say it's thicker than water. Never known what that meant. I know it actually is but it's seems the meanings bent. Blood wills out they say. "Out of what?" ask I.
As a nurse, working on a night shift in a nursing home can be pretty emotional. I got called by one old gentleman at 4 am in the morning just to find out he was sobbing in tears.
If I'm gunna go, I want it to be in fireworks, That sparkle, crackle and glow, Every colour should be present, A display worth millions, Power at one hundred percent.