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I take you into me, you make me feel good inside. The blood shot look and sleepless eyes I cannot hide. You seep in my blood infecting every artery and vien.
I wrote this before I actually started writing death is not the only option, it's a little way into the story, like if I should continue. People say that when you die, everything ends.
This poem was made by @lucandsurprise and @ell. I walk these crowded streets every day and every night. I walk with the living, yet I am out of sight. sometimes I find others like me.
Once upon a time.....
A man once held a love so strong for me, so strong he made me a secret place. A garden hidden just for me, filled with beauty and grace.
One day, many years after the Clinton scandal, Hillary is struck by a car and killed. Soon, Hillary finds herself at the gates of Heaven. She sees St.
She gently caresses his face. Tracing every line and crease. How she loved this face of his. This love would never cease. Walking around the family home. She stares at where she would sit.
Me textin my cat in heaven... Me: Wuu2. Cat: What does that mean. Me: What you up to. Cat: Can't you answer my other question first. Me: ....... Cat: ...... Me: Just answer the second question.
The lord teaches to be kind and faithful. To love those close to and far from us, whether they care or hate. He teaches to accept all in Imagos Dei, for we are all one, we are all equal.
There were two lovers, who were really into spiritualism and reincarnation.
There is a fella called Fred He has a big round head He wears a red flower See him and cower For it'll only mean that you're dead He came for the girl with red hair Fred calmly led her to where The...
Now, if I was to describe myself to anyone-if I were able to that is-I wouldn't tell them how I died, because it's the worse possible death to have.
He just showed up one stormy day, 'Hi I'm Fred, I'm here to stay' He wore bright yellow pants and a flower of red, He looked like a clown with his big, round head.
A dangerous claw. Slashing souls. Claiming them for itself. Saving the coals. A red firey pit. Hot and endless. A hot oven mit. Holding you tight. You try to escape. No exit in sight.
Hello Nick, you're back I see What are you doing here.
I lie awake and dream. A sea of darkness creeps over my body. Waves of black slumber wash into my head flooding my mind with cold fatigue. I float out into vast emptiness.
Oh, cherubs in the star shine Who nimble are and free, Turn your darling faces, Spin moonlight down to me. I am forever weary Of a world of sin and greed. Oh, to dance on dappled clouds with you.
The sands of time are running low, And soon my darling I'll have to go, But know my heart with love you filled, But soon its beating will be stilled, The angels just came sooner then planned, So try...
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain.
Two blondes in heaven One blond says to another, "how did you die". "I froze to death," says the second. "That's awful" says the first blonde.
One day a biker dies and finds himself in hell. As he is wallowing in despair, he has his first meeting with the devil... Satan: "Why so glum?" Biker : "What do you think.
I believe that our bodies are merely just; shuttles or carriages that we inhabit until the capsule that is our physical bodies can no longer stay alive and therefore, we; in our physical state, die.
Jane didn't talk to Frank that day, her eyes were red from crying over night. What Frank was afraid of, happened that night. He talked while he was asleep. And Jane heard everything.
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain.