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If my eyes no longer see. Beauty that's in front of me. If my legs no longer run. Shoot me with the starter's gun. If it becomes too hard to breathe. And my chest starts not to heave.
How do we know that things will ever end. How do we know that when we think things will end... And that things will ever cease to be. That once we think it is all over, it won't finish.
There is a white butterfly... On this bullet of bone. Shot from a gun, it's owner sits on a throne. The fate of this man is one that's sown. Bone seeds planted in a death garden.
I have an amazing gift, Yet one I cannot show, One that comes with burdens, And often inspires woe.
I was talking to death and he told me how everyone came to him for all the wrong reasons. They went for an escape from all the pain and suffering they called their life.
Do you ever wonder Who the shining faces are In the night sky. Smiling down at us. Who's body they once filled. Who's eyes they glistened out of.
I lie naked next to Time,. His fingers gently entwined with mine,. I kiss his chest softly,. "You must want me awfully,". He chuckles, as I mumble sweetly,. Of how I love him so completely,.
I'm singing in the rain, through my disbelief and pain. Caught, trapped, stricken and strapped. Held tight, without a fight, sat up right.
You stare back at me, Dozy, jaundiced rag-doll As He claws at my shoulder, Watching the situation, Waiting to pounce And escort you off. You puff and wheeze through your oxygen mask. Just a...
I know that we may fight sometimes I shout and scream about your demise, About how you throw bad stuff my way And somehow manage to ruin each day.
Do I have a life, have a soul, Or am I nothing more than flesh on bone. I live, I think, I breath, I know, But in years to come I'll be food for crows. Is life worth a life of living.
Perched upon my ticking clock A sentry to my rest Little cherub hewn from lime block Guarded by the best.
Why can't I see, Death's cold hands taking hold of me.. When evil is home, and the light runs out it, follows me. The rain and tears envying, Death's cold stare , freezing thee.
Have any of you thought of the the world's true destiny. What if it's something weird, or something different.
Play with the dragonflies, Before forever dies, The world is too late to save. Why can't we live in peace, When all too soon we'll cease. To enjoy the life we crave.
A beautiful scene in the cloud, when the sun setS : a man after gardening returns with a smile on his face, dirty and weT, his mind at peace from all troubles ; and sO his story is here in a...
One day all our ends will come, But until then everyday I will go with the fear that when that day comes I will fail to surprise god and everyone there.
It's such a hard thing to grasp, The knowledge that you will not last, Some hidden illness inside you, Giving you that greenish hue, I wonder why in sadness, And put it all down to madness, People...
(the last two lines are in homage to bukowski) I love the weekdays whilst you're all in work.
We spend most of our lives wasting time. Putting off homework by going to get a drink. Putting off calling your family by texting your friends. Putting off writing by staring at a blank page.
"I'm that shape in the shadows, Your worries and fears, That smog in your nightmare, The pain in your tears, I'm the thief of your heart, Your shuddering shiver, I'm that icy cold breeze, I make you...
This is for my Mother who lost her remaining parent ( her Mother)this Mothers day: An orphan born of time is she The sands of time did shift, reshaping her identity Alone. No Mother.
The comforting prospect of sleep is too distant to be thought of. If I let my mind wander the endless plains of dreams I fear I shall not return.
They didn't know she was bleeding inside, It was unclear why she was crying: It happened so suddenly - no time for mourning, And then she told she was dying.