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Fearing death is like fearing a sneeze After it’s over, people will turn their heads Some will say bless you Even those who never knew you
When your world freezes over like the tears from your eyes Like a call from the doctor or when your mother cries To feel your heart sink like a stone thrown in anger To the depths of dark seas, as if tied to an anchor
Covering myself in the atrocities of every human, plant, and animal, I could think of myself no more rotten, no less than putrid.
if five minutes where dem last five minutes of my life if i died in five minutes i would kiss my kid hold on to my wife i'd call my mom forever forever
I am a vessel of veins and bones, a tumor of love that'll destroy any worth you give to me. Teeth like knifes that'll cut through any truth that you may believe. Call me baby, choke the life out of me until I feel alive.
DeadDead livingLiving deadLiving with deadLiving but deadSilent or muzzledUnseeing with open eyesHearing but deafYou decidewhere you belong?Man oh manWhen you fall,
I am crawling and falling and calling I need you to hear me, come near me, don’t fear me while you flee, watch me bleed, please don’t leave cause I’m flying and I’m crying, but I’m dying
Life is like a car without brakes Except on fire and filled up with snakes It frantically flies, as if scraping the skies And will probably end up in a lake But life has a deadline in mind
By the time you read this I’ll be alive, but I suppose that won’t always be the case. Death is as inescapable as tuna casserole at least once a season or as unavoidable as smiling when you see that person, at least just a little.
Understanding Death Death is abstract. It comes in varying forms, and sneaks up on you. Suddenly, she appeared.
Her lips were red like she had been drinking all the poisonousness of this world or the blood of dead roses. Her eyes had a color of regret maybe because she had been thinking and wondering the deepest rooms of her soul,
Materialstic things portray valuables and possessions I went from rags to riches And learned life's lessons Get rich or die trying, some said But that's not factual to me Got money but want to be dead
I heard something today... I heard that a dead flower is not dead until it's pedals are nothing but ash. Do I know what this means? Maybe.
The eyes grew larger at the sightThat could, a grown man, fill with fright.The eyes nearly bulged out their headWhile spying upon the walking dead.
Sometimes we treat dead bodies better than living ones But its not the same for me Because my life has been filled with gunshots from the people who are meant to protect me And now that im laying on the cold hard cement
Zoning out is not a pain the feeling of dancing through the rain And feeling it kiss your cheeks like it hasn’t done for weeks or maybe even years
Much is wrong with our society, Treating people like scum, This causes some to turn to anarchy, But choas without purpose is dumb. We all have a lesson to learn, Unity is the way to peace,
I was taken aback By your sudden words Your pause As I watched the emotions Fall into form onto your face I knew it was true I looked to comfort you As the tears fell
Becuase I love you I see you I feel you I miss you Days and nights I beg to see you I feel your heart beat when I lay on your chest I love that feeling Just like I love you
An Ode to an uncle By: Hannah Beasley You died doing what you loved; Playing basketball Your tall lanky body was always perfect for the sport You died happy
The fires of hell raged until noon I opened my eyes to see a red moon The last thing I remembered was a left turn But it was hard to think with this slow burn To my left and right were cooking cadavers
The pain of the cuts in the bleed and the bleeding in my cuts, the sorrow's rush. Explain to what is happening, this unknown feeling of the pulse of a dying heart. Because I gave you my all. What makes it worse is that you left me to fall.
If we are connected, Then why am I so alone? I have a pulse don't I? Then why do I feel so dead. In this world of me and reality there is no room for we. Dark, as the circles underneath my eyes, my thoughts,
Dawn has never been my muse Though my spring to her may disagree A slumber sweet and succulent Brings unwanted tendencies To wake I must for day has come A friend or foe she be
written 08/09/16 So much disappointment, So much hate, So much lies, So many things that I'm afraid. I seek to punish, I seek to find pain, I seek to feel alive,
Friend you left me alone today. Heaven your mind will depart to. Body stays to decompose down. You are now part of Earth's soul. Friend you left me days ago now.
Rock means nothing anymore, every artist a corperate whore. The gig is fucking twenty quid, policed by bullies in high viz. Organisers think its grand, snatching money from your hand.
Across the scarlet horizon she stares, Her motivation gone, she no longer cares. Closer and closer to the edge she creeps, “He doesn’t love me. He doesn’t want me,” is all she speaks.
There is someone inside my headIt is full of rage and carnage With claws as hard like leadMy mind just can't seem to manage It whis
Why does this happen to me? All at once Torn apart- I’m in so much pain. I ebb and flow Melting into a pool of my own sorrow I want to wallow away from these people.
Darling daughter... I know it's too late to save you now But I sit back and ask myself how Am I supposed to see When you always hid it from me? You should have... Seen through my lies
Hey it's me, your son. You see Mom, Jesus. I'm sorry Mom. Oh God, I didn't mean to do this mom. I've got time for this last call, and it went straight to voicemail.
Clouds gather overhead Making it hard to leave my bed. Once there was light But now only night And tears that the skies shed. They blanket the sky Creating the lie That there is no sun
The boss is still dead His name Fred They look for killer! This won a Trophy on All Poetry it had to be 5-3-5 syllables!
Those who think of Death As a man with a scythe Will meet him like that At the end of their life But those who see him As a friend Will be greeted as such When they meet their end
my father reduced to a pile of belongings "a seperate load" on moving day to be locked in a storage unti abandonded worn clothes donated to charity
I see the light, when i'm walking down the street Don't worry baby, You're next to me. When i see you sitting there. Holding on to every last word, you say. But baby can't you see the light that i see?
We are the deadStanding, surrounded by gravesOur idol destroys or saves.
His face was like looking at time itself Everything moving froze in his wake A chilling daze spread throughout his cheek As if one had now crossed over his own cemetery His nose was curved up into a vicious beak
Here’s a silly poem I came up with. Disclaimer: It is NOT to be taken seriously. I was inspired by a Limerick poem which is meant to be silly and weird. Often times they make little to no sense at all.
"What did we do to you?" the chief asks in his head His people's feet are bloody from the miles they'd tread
Once again I am afraid to face this day The day you left without returning
Driving home that rainy night, Everything was normal, everything was right.I turned the same way I always do,quickly running out of time before curfew!Almost home, just a few miles to go,
I used to see myself in the mirror To see an honest smiling face looking back at me
Crowds going wild yet I'm laying in bed, People being murdered but I was snoaring they said, Cherries petals and whipcream all over the bed, Blood and bodies mangled, rest in peace to the dead
A broken heart is like a dead computer You can charge it and re-use it as many times as you want to But in the end, its just a dead as the battery is in the DEAD COMPUTER
Drip, Drop, Drip... The rain hits the window Drip, Drop, Drip... The facet leaks agaisnt the cold basin Drip, Drop, Drip... Her blood in her head pounds Drip,Drop,Drip... She falls to the floor
Still: He sat. Blank: His mind. Once a mental sanctuary, now a dull, parched Garden of Eden Imaginations free-flowing organ plugged
In my mind, the time rewinds--to moments, to memories,
dead. dead. dead. Don't let them see you. They see you and you're dead. dead. dead. dead. You weren't made to be around them. They wouldn't understand, they never understand. dead. dead. dead.
A world of desire, Outlined by greed Full of good and cold liars Unable to break free Is there purpose to life Should I keep going on In this world, full of strife For a companion, I long
To Be Heard
It was a joke Such a cruel, sick joke The type of joke that your best friend pulls on you When you are sleeping
Smile Smile Smile Breaking Don’t show Death Hurt Smile
I write to the Little Girl in the Future. In case you have forgotten... In case you have forgotten the beauty of the swirling passions of the primitive past
The unknown So I find myself sitting on a sofa in the middle of nowhere At house in the middle of nowhere With people I don't know in the middle of nowhere Contemplating where my place is
Anyone I have ever loved is a ghost I keep alive in my notebookBy feeding them the ink from my ball point pen,And let them sleep between the college ruled lines likeSome sort ofInhumane bunk bed.
today's your birthday and Fathers Day with everything that's happened i know you'd be speechless it's hard to think of what to say I feel like since you've been gone our family has been a mess
i can feel his gaze on the back of my neck his emotionless eyes burning holes through my back i like to think he is filled with guilt and remorse that his daughter has given up on him
One day I'd like to see, A bird fall in front of me, Twitching swiftly on the ground, Squirming churning without sound, Till all its bones and body stiffs, Till there's no more life in it.
As the night comes to an end, I realize that it's me. I'm the only one to blame, For the mistakes, For the heartbreak, For the sadness. Every bit of me craves you. But I know now,
I don't know what happened, For everything just went black Feels like the world just stopped Now everything's just turning bad I Cant dry the tears falling from my eyes With my heart beating so fast
It is drawing near, the end is in sight. I am overcome with wonder. What shall await on the beyond? Angels bearing singing, golden harps, blindingly beautiful light bathing my soul,
Down, down, down I fall, down this dark descent
I want to go home So from my heart I write this poem My feelings are becoming stronger But my heart is growing weaker As the days grow longer And my head comes down with fever
Jimena hates living in this world She comes to a point where sanity and insanity become whole She struggles to understand the meaning of her existence
You and Me
The eyes of the dead.
Presently, I'm treading water In a sea of memories trying Their best to rush over me; Like music infiltrates the ears of the listener. That simple, that quick, That easy to lose yourself and get
Why does she keep coughing? Its like she can't breath or something. But I know she can breath Because if she couldn't breath She wouldn't be able to smoke!
I lay still Still I lay While they look down at me I am dressed in satin. With my hair just so And a rose within my grasp Their eyes do cry They cry from their eyes
The shack The shed The grass has bred The leaves are dry The trees are dead The path forgot where once it led The birds no longer fly the sky The wind whispers words once said
I've always thought that dreams were unattainable, Something you wished for, it's kind of unexplainable. I've always wanted to travel the world, Preaching the gospel, and telling all the boys and girls,
Consistant abominations test my patience from that sticky gum under a desk
Mikki and Church It might’ve been her Or the life I lived, But the results were all the same. When I moved to this city It wasn’t just another move, It was the start to a dream
He’s got long, gray, gnarly fingers like the branches of a dying tree,
I am Dead I have died Yet who am I to say what dying really is. Who am I as a single being of flesh, blood, bones, veins and skin to say what any one thing is.
I see dead people Every moment of every day. They think they are living, but they are not. I see them wearing suits Their hair combed nice and neat, Their suits freshly ironed
I feel it, I sense it. It targets all my veins and reactions. My heart stops for a while and I can't breathe. I suddenly start to drop and watch as the Sun eclipse before my eyes. This is my pain. Can you feel it too ?
I will not I will not These words repeat in my head Over and over and over I will not cry Not in front of you I must be strong Because if I’m not strong then who will be
How does it feel to be dead? Empt yet ull cold yet warm lost yet found gone yet still here missing yet full living a life that' already been past.
I'll sleep when I'm dead when my corpse is cooling my eyes are blank and my hands barely curling the red flush leaking like the last dregs of an empty cup laying as a doll so white and clean
You live in the essence of insanity!
Most have heard or read the animated anecdotes of the dead. They are given with joy and wrapped in a bow - - stories of life, of music, of love. But all anecdotes end. Few ever say or re-claim
As I sat there thinking to myselfI felt it happen like needles in my eyes,Slowly fading and slipping awayI couldn't control it but it was going
I found him on the corner of Central Ave. He just stood there smoking his cigarette Making little white ghost with each exhale Creating more clouds to shade the earth He knows I'm watching, he's no fool
When we walked the face of Earth, Wasn’t the world a happy one? A collection of blessings made up our very lives, And in the blinks of weary eyes, We were gone. Now as I peer into the past
My close friend Luis decided to drive around in his motorcycle. Luis was innocent, he just wanted to drive around... So happy to be driving, the wind hitting his face, ignoring everyone.
Wait Blue Beloved, I want to tell you, let’s snuggle forever, and stay with me in bed sweetheartTimes will seem too hard to bear and I will feel like life is giving up on me
Techni- colored butterflies fly around my head like petals in the wind even though the flowers are dead.
I can see, but I am blind. I can hear, though I am deaf. I can speak, yet I am mute. I find myself wandering, like a spirit, Walking the same path over. I cannot tell if a dream has taken me
If I die old, Bury me in the ground. A headstone? No need! Because I’m just a hound. Please don’t give me A funeral procession. And to my pups, Give all my possessions.
It doesn't seem like much, but it's been a lot. I've seen you a million moments, but it doesn't seem so true. Ijust wish for one more moment with you. Amillion goes by so fast,
Do you see her walking alog She seem to be singing a song A dead body humming to a beat It's too bad she's just dead meat A gunshot wound to the head To end the life of the walking dead
The beautiful girl that lives down the streetThe one that has bruises from being beat.Her heart is frail, she’s lost all hope,Her moms new boyfriend hits her to cope.She’s limping because this nasty man
Splat! You’re dead With the flick of the flowery sandal I ended your pitiful life forever No more creeping No more crawling No more leaping from web to web
The daedal dreamer danced around divas Dallying with dangerous daredevils Yet at dawn her daringness drove out depressingly Its a dead end, she decays over the defeat Deeply dependent on her dear Danny
A few million dead War ain't easy it is said Just the way it is?
I'm missing you everyday, You are always on my heart and mind, I try to see your face but I fear it is fading away, Im longing to hear your voice, I'd love to hear your laugh,
And dancing, they were, The two girls, and the boy Caring not about time, That seemed not to pass by They noticed not, that not a stare
She’s dead. Throat slit, Wrists cut, Mouth gagged. Dead. We took you into our home when you needed it. We helped you get a job. We saved you.
I can’t feel bad for what he did, Or what he never said. I can’t feel sad or anything, Even though he is dead. He left her as a baby, Saying nothing, not even a goodbye, To his little baby girl he left
She falls into my arms And I can hear nothing, But I can see the last breaths her sick body is taking. From everything I wished to have, She's slowly fading away in front of my eyes.
Dead Man's Fall that winds so high the brackish crags the deadly rocks clear-cut sky and the robber's den Dead Man's Fall above the stream the stream that flows so clean
Thursday morning, just like any other I wake up. the vibe is different. I have yet to find out, but something is wrong
Can’t ____curl up You know ____you’ve grown old (cracking bones) ____when the fetal position ____hurts
Imagine this. You need to shower, but the water heater broke. You don't realize you can borrow your neighbors shower. And you're not entirely sure when the dang machine will be fixed.
I lie in bed, on somber nights Just to stare at these bloody scared wrists of mine All night, needles in my skin Watcing my reflection in a cold end of a knife A voice in my head becomes clear
How come everything seems to be turning around but all I see is your pain in the crowd no peek of sunlight coming down feeling like a bee in the rain could you find my heart
You must be cool and composed You must- even when all are opposed You must deny your morals and speak tact You must unite your comrades, you have a pact