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I really need to talk to you. But i don't know how. You left to long ago. I can just only pray now. I really need a word with you to say how much i care. Ill always be here. I hope you get my prayers.
#acrostic. Realms of Heaven Hell and Earth. Each has it's time and has its turn. Leaving Earth either up or down. In Limbo some will stick around. Gaining souls at mindless rates.
Prologue. In the end there was nothing. Just a never ending blackness so suffocating it filled the emptiness.
(Rewritten version of The Angel). They see me in the moonlight. They see me in the sun. I scare them at twilight. But my job is never done. They see me by the graves now. They see me, I'm so old.
(Half rushed - may rewrite when I get in ☺). They see me in the moonlight. They see me in the sun. I scare them at twilight. But my job is never done. They see me by the graves now.
Right now I'm in a different place. And though we seem apart. I'm closer than I ever was. I'm there inside your heart. I'm with you when you greet each day. And while the shines bright.
Cold shells buried deep, buried deep under iced sheets, Snow covered body limbs, body limbs no longer heat.
If i was a mummy I would want to get up and run How mean of them to cut my body Remove my parts, to fill up a jar I would have preferred to rotte under the sun.
(Authors note: hi sorry these are in parts I write them as real book length chapters.
The angel said to the ghost; 'Look at you, with all your chains' The ghost said to the angel; 'Chains.
Someday We all get a ticket A ticket out of here To a place I'm unsure of A place I don't know where What's it like.
Upon opening my eyes, I'm gifted the whitest, brightest purest light.
After you die, it is believed that you have 7 minutes of brain activity left inside you, and in the 7 minutes you experience your entire life over, in a kind of dream...Because in a dream time is...
Chapter one (Part one of three) - The other side of the Mirror When I was little my mother use to tell me a story, it was a story she had been told when she was a small child, living on the...
My funeral was a dull affair, they put my ashes in a cup No one was more surprised than me, that instead of going down I went up I treated life without a care, I died like Elvis on the bog So here I...
I woke up to a bright yellow, orange light. It was blinding to see as it crackled and snapped, as if He were mad at me.
Floorboards moan under gentle footsteps as the stairs end. Darkness surrounds the hallway. Silence is a dark virtue as the rain lashes window panes.
Lost on a dark road, no turns left to take,can this really be the end of my confused state. Across the road lies the beauty of a field, my access denied by an invisible shield.
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,.
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.
(Written as a song). I hear the music. I hear the drums. I hear the angels. They beckon me home. I hear the bells. I hear them ring. I hear an orchestra. Of brass and of string. I see a path.
#myfallenangel. Part 3. I know last time we spoke. I finally said goodbye. And all it took to get me here. Was that I had to die. Inside a box imprisoned. No way to move ahead.
There’s a snowy park in the distance. Although the buildings on the horizon are tall and dark, all I can see in detail are the trees on the other side of the field. There’s a football in one of them.