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Churning deep in my gut,. A trembling,. Piercing, pain,. A rut,. Where my soul rusts,. Bathed in a wood fire's glow,. An old cabin,. Cloaked in snow,. The pain sweeps across. my cold old bones,.
#youngwritershousehold. Familiar faces crowding,. Lives spoiled day after day,. The crackling siren sounding,. Trying to keep us at bay,. The tension around us rising,.
Head held high against the sky, The soul has wings and wants to fly, The heart is restless, beating fast, "The breath from next shall be my last." The wind is frost, the frost is ice, The ice blows...
Lay me round in the thistle-down. Brushing softly on my skin,. Make a bed of scarlet roses. So fragrant will my end have been. Line my hair with daisies fair. Hide each red and shining mark.
The Old Man. The Young Man. Years apart, And their life's span. The Old Man has white hair The Young has brown The Old acting finely The Young acting like a clown.
#emotion #euphoria A cloudy day of saddened eyes, Melancholic smiles in guise, A single bed of shining white, Surrounded by a loving light, Of family and friends so dear, While my coming death draws...
Well I don't believe what I've been told. A young man died cos he was scared of growing old. He laid down dead in the falling snow. Well I don't believe what I've been told.
The air between our spirits hangs with bittersweet retrace I hang upon your every breath, measuring the pace.
#emotion #breathless #despair It's a curious thing This life, this slow demise Across years and turning skies.
This is me, skeletal A bag of bones and skin Lying in this hospice bed My face puckered and thin Day by day I wheeze and choke Lungs shudder with each breath As cancer cells swarm inside I'm closer...
Happy birthday, my old mate. Hasn't your life been really great. We'll enjoy the time we spend as friends, 'Cause you're one year closer to the end.
Reality strikes a blackened heart string, By the mere release of such a tiny thing, A life; a small, insignificant treasure, Giving joy no one but I can measure, Knowledge may be power, But in this...
Lying on my death bed, Your face is all I see, The only thing worth living for, The only one I need.
Their smiling faces flash before my dying eyes. Tears fall in diamond drops down my icy flesh. Emotion rocks my exhausted weak body. The dim streetlamp lights the cobbled street.
Another day draws to a close. More precious time slips by and goes. Lost to memories, never to be here again. The now is now somewhere and remember when. Hold tight as the seconds pass you by.
#youngwritershousehold It felt like someone was pressing on my lungs, tightening them, trying to make it impossible for me to breathe.
Close your eyes one final time, And take your final breath, I'll meet you on the other side, Now sink into your death.
A poem I wrote two years ago that I love. Got me an honorable mention in a poetry contest. Enjoy!. Behind the surface, under the covers, is another world much unlike the others.
Every night before I sleep.. I run through my head if I have wasted today.
Planks of ice and sheets of dust, A stone like face, a lifelike bust, A bloodless corpse and frozen heart, A body, wheeled out on a cart.
Her back so crooked, Her fingers so gnarled. Mouth in a grimace, And then she snarled. Wrinkled face, Front teeth bared. Bloodshot and wide, Her eyes were scared.
Drowning The blue water sucking me down I couldn't help but pull a frown. Kicking the water desperate for air. This is can't be the end it's not fair. Down to the bottom I go.
I am the Déjà Vu you feel on entering a room, I am the chill upon your spine on sunny afternoons, You feel me when you say "Someone just walked across my grave!" And I'm the razor blade that cuts you...
This is a weird point but it makes perfect sense to me. For some reason I was thinking about life after death, probably to do with the new Volkswagen Beetle advert.