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The mist rolls in from the swell of the sea. Draping itself around the cove, below me. I stand above it, watching as the fog hits. My emotions are in an emotional mix.
We talked of Life and jobs Parasailing Rowing boats All you've done And what you Miss And how we Felt And reminisced About last winter Bonfire night And Christmas Mulled wine Doughnuts Party...
#youngwritershousehold @Davedave16 #mug You stare me down as I glance down You seem to chuckle while I frown In the grief and sadness I have drowned But I won't do it anymore.
#Owls They say that if an owl perches on your roof it is the sign of death. Is it superstitious nonsense. For me it isn't. Owls are often associated with horror or Halloween.
Your memory haunts me,. Old photos kill,. Loving memories,. Tears I bear still,. Broken bones,. In my body,. A crash that left me,. Unable to move,. Trapped in a still body,. I love you so much,.
I stare into the blackness, Unable to sleep. My heart misses you too much. Like a knife stuck in me, deep. I stare into the blackness, My eyes sore and tired, but.
Chapter 10 FRANKIE I am going to die. It is obvious I don't know why they try and cure me because we are all born to die. Some sooner than others. "How long?" "2 to 3 months" I nodded at the clouds.
I never thought about death as a good thing. The word itself has always sent chivers down my spine. Death. The worst thing that could ever happen to a person. Death. The point of no return.
I wish you was here standing by my side,. I wish you was here to stop me from crying,. I wish you was here to tell me it's ok,. I wish you was here to tell me why you would leave me,.
Chapter 1 I hear the sirens.. my ears scream in pain I could feel the blood drop down my face.
Half awake, Half asleep; Half of my pillow, Soaked with tears. Half smiling, Half whining; Half of my wishes, Torn into pieces.
You're gone. But now I always see you. Stained in my mind, Like the ink in a tattoo. Rereading memories, Over and over again. Trying to find something. Maybe a friend.
You are gone now. So it's too late. I did phone you, But I was left to wait. Your mothers accent, Was very strong. Reminded me too much, Of your one. I had to hang up, Before all my pain.
I see you. I see you. I see you in my shadow past. I see you in my unknowing future. I see you in the memories that hang on the wall. I see you in my mothers courage. I see you in my sisters tears.
Chapter 1 Not My Family I sit in my room. Staring out the window. Watching snow collect on the icy window pane. How I long to go outside. How I dream to frolic in the wonderland of white.
I lived on letters for months on end Those touching letters he used to send Telling me of the love we sheared Reminding me how much he cared.
Asking personal questions is always a bit risky. You are, after all, venturing out of the safe realms of small talk into sensitive topics you can only share with someone you trust significantly.
I'm up at 7a.m.
This poem was inspired by the story of Absalom from the Bible. Child of mine, as yet unknown I've made for you a loving home You may come, and stay with me You have my love, eternally . . .
Are family fell apart... "I'm sorry, she's gone" said the head doctor. And escorted us to the door. "May we?"asked dad, he gave the doctor a stern look.
9 months ago I got the news, You give me a reason to give up the booze. You were only a little un-developed foetus, But already I couldn't wait till you would meet us.
I hear rain attacking the window, Screaming at me to see. I slowly walk up to the glass, Wondering what it will be. The rain is pouring out the clouds, Like buckets being thrown over the edge.
I'm with you when your at home and your feeling all alone,. I'm with you when your scared and no one seems to care,.
We stroll along the sandy plains of the beach, hand in hand. Huge cliffs tower above us, their jagged edges pointing out to te turquoise waves. I feel her presence within my heart.