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It flashes like this, Like a burnished mirror, Broken into pieces, But not dust, not yet: The tired old man Rests Old Bill Cosby tells stories From the television Hanging from above,...
My dear friend death My one true friend You've been with me From Start To End. The only one not to leave, The only one I've left to please.
Her little face looks out on nothing A simple carving of her visage Watching without looking at our lives, Swimming past in some mirage Of hours and weeks and months, Passing by, tear-stained.
The words have been leaked from the pen. Holy words that no one wanted to say back than. But someone had to come out and put it right. Someone decided to say with their last night.
The rain falls down, swallowed by the ground. And it's the same drip, the same lonely sound. I taste the wet air, spreading in my chest. Clean the debris, leave nothing left.
The tree is bare, cold and lonely, Shivering, waiting for something. The one dark spot on all the lawn Is this tree, soon to be gone.
A tired man raised his head, and Saw a tiny bird, singing It was 1973, February, and, It was snowing, blowing A cold breeze across the cold Churchyard, where the tired man Spent his night and...
Is this what death feels like. Like ice chilling your soul. Should it feel like I'm falling. Straight to hot coals.
Hello again, and today is Sunday, January 27, 2012.
The delicate veil between life and death Flirt with one another under heavy breath Death teases life, playfully crude Pausing for a breathy interlude Can death bring life to it's side Or will life...
Time is eternal, yet our share is not. As sure a flower will rise in spring, with floret each lush in violet; ‘twill wilt and tarnish in autumns wing.
Again I've stayed up late, Because for my dad I'm gonna wait, Well reading some poems here and there, There's a distant ringing I hear.
It's a silent killer, A violent killer, It crushes you like glass. It makes you hopeless, Makes you gutless, Something I wish I could pass.
(from Ode to Melancholy). There is a world of silver sunsets. And the darkest nights. It is a place where one forgets. And the truth is hidden by a shadow of lights. Upon the grave in midnight glow.
Inspired by two words on a poem written by hingaling "Collaborating clock" She is slouched in the ward waiting,whilst the clock ticks as the sound resonates, across the silent room It is her proof...
I could not save your life No more than I could stop the tide But know, you know, how hard I tried And how I cried When your hand left mine.
You reach for me but I turn away unable to face the pain. The sight of you betrays my memory two visions but not the same. I refuse to believe that you are going you'll grace my life no more.
With the passing of time, Mirrors bring lies, While age bring lines, Oh it has seen my cries. Lived years a plenty, Happy and sad, I feel like I am twenty, Never old or aching bad.
Let's go out with a bang, And live before the undead die, These empty graves are waiting for you & me, I'm just trying to take my time before I get too comfortable inside where my broken...
#beginningline Unaware of what lurked in the darkness I was born screaming into this world of yours, innocence bleeding from every pore, wonder and illumination present, but more; a sense that...
When I'm lain motionless. And the darkness is near. Will family surround me. Will anybody be there. Will my deathbed be a single. In a one bedroom home. Will I go with a whimper. In a cold room alone.
Hello again, and today is, Thursday, January 17, 2013. Today I was informed that one of my friends' mother was in the hospital.
What do I Need to be. How can my life evoke change.
If I'm not here tomorrow, Please try to understand, The life youve given me to date, Has been splended and grand, If I'm not here tomorrow, Please take good care of your health, Be sure to eat...