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I picture Gran. I think of her sitting by the door suitcase in hand, Wondering if we had forgotten about her or just decided not to bother.
Josh. I don't think I've ever heard a name as perfect as his. Never met a person as perfect as him. Never met anyone who understood me quite like him. And now he's gone. I was there.
Struggling from the womb ends thy life in a tomb. Everyone's behind u, when they r in need. Everyone's near, when u r in graveyard.
Letting the keys run past underneath my fingers I sat there quietly facing the piano. There were too many memories here, I thought. Too many that flooded my mind reminding me of his once existence.
I force a smile onto my broken face,. Those memories I try so hard to forget,. Everyone sees a shimmering smile,. But inside a lasting feeling of regret,. At all the things I didn't say,.
This poem I just wrote is to remember my lost friend. You are missed. R.I.P. Sometimes it feels like my brain is wired all wrong, Why all these emotions everytime they play oure song.
you miss the summer when sun blinked through trees, the blue grainy sky and saturated leaves, Running through meadows with your grubby knees, and,oh, Glances back and smiles from me, The corn...
The last memory I had with you was a arguing over a song. And now your gone. And the song rips me to shreds every time I hear it.
You still cross my mind from time to time. And I mostly smile.
Here I stand upon the sand. Holding my guardian angel's hand. I don't know her name but I'm sure she knows mine. And I'm glad she's come down here for a time. I can feel the water around my feet.
Though the days grow darker, and the nights grow cold and long. Though I can no longer hear your laughter, and no longer feel I belong.
I have this group of lady bugs Bottleing up inside. I gave you a few of the ladybugs And now there yours to hide. But more lady bugs needed to get out, They just kept getting bigger. So I went to Mrs.
There's a time limit, ticking away quietly in the background. I've tried to ignore it but I'm acknowledging it more and more with each passing day.
I'm walking across a serene beach. I look up to the sky above. I see a star fall out of the sky, trailing a whit hot cut across the patchwork of the deep purple night.
There it goes. There you go. Why do I now feel the pain that we both shared. Now your eyes are cold. Why do you walk away without the burden I feel. Where did it go. Where did it go so wrong.
God looked around his garden And found an empty place, He then looked down upon the earth And saw your tired face. He put his arms around you And lifted you to rest.
On my journey to work over the years, I have befriended a man of great integrity, whom I hold a fist- full of admiration for.
My friend has always stuck by my side, and I did his too he's like a big brother I've never had.. Then last week his mother died of cancer he's only 15 and his mum was young.
The stillness of the blood in my veins, pains my un beating heart. As my final breath hangs on free flowing chains, My fear is for now we must part.
(the final chapter) I watch my children playing on the beach. Danny is our first born. He is ten years old now. Sandy hair and the most piercing blue eyes, just like his namesake.
I lie in bed, as I have for the past two days. Ever since the news arrived. Sleep brings nothing but nightmares, and reality offers no refuge. I lie in bed, semi-concious.
As I have noticed that very few people including myself like reading a book where the love interest dies in the middle of the story.
This is dedicated to Mrs Carolyn Wright, who died suddenly on the morning of April 4th 2012, and her family. Her husband Ian, daughters Alyson & Hannah, and her sons Peter & David.
Two years ago today the world lost one of it’s better people. One of my dearest friends, a woman so happy she illuminated my world in the darkest of times.