acceptance of death
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I saw our treehouse yesterday.
It was strange seeing it in a state like this.
The wood is crumbling, the glass broken, water leaking.
I remember when we were young
For it takes the smile from the gayest face
It erased the color from the clothes worn
Death the competitor, life is the race
Pray it does not come knocking at your door
Salty rain falls, the dead goes underground
Death comes both day and night,
but if at night it shall come like a dove without bringing a fright.
Death in the day is like a gruesome raven,
it comes swiftly and boldly to take you from your safe haven.
Welcomed, unwelcomed,
in the shadows waiting lies,
Death in it's beauty.
Glorious diamonds,
are the souls of the living.
Missed, unmissed,
Eternally go.
One day the world will cease to exist,
A cataclysmic ending,
Better known as the apocalypse,
The planet's status forever pending,
Some say it will be fire,
Some say it will be water,
September 22, 2015 a man named Sean said God got me. But then that night he went on home. Every since then his family had to remain so strong. But leaving us here to cry the pain away. Save me a spot I'll be there someday.
Death is like Winter, and Winter is like Death:
Cold, barren, a frozen wasteland of decay.
So, if Death be Winter,
Birth is like Spring, and Spring is like Birth:
Life blossoming all around, growing in light.
outstanding or buried deep down under cover of granite stalagmites.that grief so entirely lambasted & lamentedreprehensible- often i wished i could live without itbecause it is cruel& it is constant.
When the time comes, I hope you crumble and fall
when the light, hits the midpoint of that beautiful summer day
I hope your flesh rots off of those achy bones.
Let me tell ya
For everyday of the week I have this tradition
And do you want to know what that is?
For every Monday I wish for Friday
To dream of Saturday
Old Little Boy Junior, up he went left he gone
He see light, bright, white, happiness and unattained ideals
Impossible to achieve from the world he once lived on
For what I fearI put all that I wanted down I cannot move forwardAnd can no longer returnImpassive rustTo be something elseThat I never was Life should've been the one thing grantedBut now I hate myselfFor what I will not do Left all aloneThe worl
Wind blow me across the world
By dark eyes who are dying now
The eve of twilight ascended
The dark is not always the worst place to be
I believe, that I don't believe
The water had to clear
As i watch you breathing
I look deep into your eyes
I try to read your face
For clues of any feeling
Pain or peace
I know your body is tired
Fresh cut grass and a wave of heatsteps walk past me to go find a seat
A stabbing in my chestsalt floods my mouth
tightly pulled fingersand air tries to get out
The Storm approaches
Years away, creeping slowly towards me
I hear its thunder
It crashes down on distant shores
Lightning illuminates a sky
Somewhere I can’t see
But I know it’s there
Life is like a balloon waiting to be captured
while Death is hand cuffed to us as a permanent reminder of what we are to become
as Nature heals us Society kills us
and through Brutality we are Created
It seems my time has come.
Never have I seen the moonlight with such eyes.
The rays of pure white light strike me with eye opening edge.
Magnificent.
I watch the breeze play with the leaves.
Depths of pain
Wails hollow
Death’s compassionate touch
My heart breaks
Grief, gloom, heart ache
Depths of pain
Wails ring aloud
This breaking pain
Sometimes there's the little dreams,
"Yes please," & "No thank you,"'s
That stick, only breaking open when you pull hard enough:
-Pop!-
Breaking open air,
And allow you that single second to remember-
