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"Soldiers yes But not by choice" A line I wrote before my tears silenced my voice Too young to die Too pure to die I just want to know why.
I stormed threw the trees. "Leah wait with her out on the loose you wouldn't be safe. Wait who was that?" Edward called out. I turned back around and stomped towards there direction.
You taught me how to laugh and how to care, To ride a bike and to always play fair.
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.
For Queen Ester Tribble (My Great-Grams, 104 yrs, wisest person I knew) R.I.P --------------------------------- An angel, a butterfly Things that signify who you are Soft and gentle You comfort me...
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.
S weet Pea locked. U p in her pod. C arried burden, sister. K illed,. E verytime she dances, a. R icher world create. P ulled into the dream. U pon the truest fate. N othing much can stop her.
There's a handprint on my mirror.
I remember when I was young, my mom held me in her hands and would sing me lullabies. She would stroke my hair and tell me she loved me. I would gently hold her hands and fall asleep in her arms.
I sit beside my mother's body, crying. "Doctor... You save everybody. Always. Bring her back. Please." "I can't. Not always." He says and takes my hand.
As the snow melted, I wept in awe Of what had been and all I saw; When years ago, you passed away On such a snowy winter's day, I found your form coated with frost, And the footprints of my lover,...
Hailstones pounded the sodden earth, whistling through the chill April air and raining blows on Luke's head. He felt nothing. Sitting on a rickety wooden bench on Hampstead Heath, he was numb.
My mother brings me here Every day for an hour, She thinks it will help, But it just makes my mood sour. I open the door, A cold wind chills my spine, Everyone's faces are Pale, just like mine.
It's been a long time since I've felt a sadness like that. I haven't felt grey and hollow for many months. And this surprises me.
I woke up on that day,. happy, it was our one month anni,. it was a day to remember,. 26th of february,. Texted her before i went to school,. tole her that i love her,.
Read my name on stone, forever here i lay. Look up to the night sky, i'm never far away. If i don't wake up, do not shed a tear for me. Decisions define us all, but right here i'll always be.
Firstly, I did not write this and I don't know who wrote it but I thought I'd share it because of two reasons ... 1. It makes me cry ... And 2. It inspired me to write "I'm Here" (well sort of) ...
At my grave you stand,. I watch you then take your hand. You may not feel me, I know that too,. But I'm standing here, if only you knew. "Mother, I'm here" I want to scream and shout,.
#myfallenangel. Part 1. Rest I call. To you my fallen angel. You were there from the very start. I thank you. With these words. You watched me when I went down. On my knees and when I cried.
I am the whisper in your ear, on dark and lonely nights. I am the breeze across your brow, and the hope you hold so tight. I am the brightness in the shadows, the ray of peaceful light.
@patdolan83 - thank you for writing/sharing your poem "mummy" and helping me to remember mine and inspiring me to write this.
#communitystory "You see that?" A finger pointed to a fat little penguin happily nipping at another penguin's flipper. "They're fighting!" the little girl cried. "No, they're playing.
My best friend Jay Carlsbad had been fighting cancer for 3 years. He always told me the same words before I left the hospital every night.
He lies there not breathing. On the hospital bed. Only a fortnight ago. Did we both wed. His face like an angel. No pain anymore. He's gone somewhere better. Than he was before.