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We are a family ripped apart by death. To call us a family would be a gross overstatement. We are three beings, tied loosely by a common name and home, oblivious to each others’ existence.
© ZuperZed "Hi little brother I've got bad news today. Calling to tell you that mom has gone astray." Early that morning my dad left for work. All he then knew was that she went for a walk.
Baby was a cat I used to know. It was quite some time ago. I rescued her, she rescued me. Showing me what a wonderful cat was she. She was small and very petite.
Chapter 5 I felt the car collide and jerked forward,the seat belt tearing a large gash in my neck. I screamed again and started coughing up blood.
I wish I could Tell you how much I love you I wish I could Tell you how much I need you How much my heart brakes At every stepping stone I take And I know you can't be there I wish I remembered more...
I saw your face in a butterfly today. It made me weep and smile. Your essence floating on the breeze. I think I'll chase it for awhile.
Mesmerised, upon your lap A girl of only three. Cowering behind your hands Your eyes I cannot see. A single shaft of God's good light Set glory on your face, A knowing smile spread on my lips.
I cry in fear, I scream with hate. What gave us all This ugly fate. To meet upon The battle field, Where all must fight, And none can yield. I do not want To do whats right. I want to kill.
She watched him move, Move away from the house, The house and from her heart. She knew he'd be changed, Changed on return, Now he and she were apart.
His name was Jonah Johnson. And plumbing was his skill. His house caught fire one awful night. And his family were killed. He thought he'd like to join them. And considered it awhile.
You emerged into a world of silence. Silence anticipated. Announced by a cadence, Interrupted V to IV, At almost forty weeks. You suffocated me with your silent, symphonic ether.
This wound would be the deepest. This wound would be the worst. This wound would test his mortality. This wound would leave him cursed.
I t is a horrid thing, to cry. C ontrol leaks away. R eality sinks in. Y ou realise there is nothing to do. F or a long time, you can't stop. O r control laboured breaths. R eal tears aren't pretty.
High above the turquoise sea. Winds blow strong. Seagulls flee. Watching as the sky turns grey. Storm clouds brew. I sit and stay. On the rocks, hard and cold. My heart feels young. My body old.
A few hours ago another lifelong relationship vaporized in death, and I am feeling numb, sad, and truthfully, a little mad.
I found a picture of us siting together In a bumper car, you were twelve, I was nine remember.
You glare at me with sorrowful eyes, So I turn to stare at your shadow. You face me and to my surprise, You lean in nicely in the night-glow.
He didn't go to his mothers funeral, but not because he didn't try, but because his sister would not tell him, the location in which she had died.
I clutched his hand. It was a smooth, cold reminder that he was gone forever. I could never kiss his lips again, hug his waist, poke his ribs, or share a secretive smile with him again. He was gone.
I drink a coffee with you absence and light a cigarette to the nostalgia, I give a kiss in the neck to you empty space.
This is a tragically real event (I wish it wasn't) It was a huge gale blowing and after school we had to go out through the emergency back doors (hell knows why) meaning we had to walk through the...
I sank to my knees in the damp earth, let the heavy rain soak through to my skin. My hands clutched tightly a little bouquet of forget-me-nots; the colour of his eyes.
I never got to hear you laugh, you never saw me cry, didn't get a chance to say "Hello" you never said "Goodbye" I didn't think that I could feel so sad, lost and all forlorn.
The night is so empty But there's no-one here to see. I can pour my heart out, fill it Because there's no-one here to see. Secrets floating to the heavens, A sacred right that no-one's here to see.