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I feel like my life won’t amount to anything What should I do? I feel like I’m not good enough for anyone What should I do? I feel like my life is falling apart
You know, You never really learned to accept a gift Whether it was a compliment Or wine Or tear drops on your couch And especially my heart You never could fathom my love It’s depth or viscosity
DADDY’S LEAVING (AGAIN) Fri, 06/25/21 - 7:40 PM By Debi Lyn  
Elderly man asleep in the hospital bed Moving so slightly His respirations become the only sign  He is not dead   I move his feet back in the bed as they slide out every now and then
One day you’ll be gone from this earth. As you take your last dying breath you’ll think, “Where was I all this time?” You thought you found yourself In a man who said he loves you.
couldn't you have waited just a little bit longer? I only wanted a chance to say goodbye
Demand my bones, their skin without I dyed my hair then tore it out My body begs for company My mind can't silence all the screams I would much rather rot in hell Than put you under another spell
What, shall I fear the veiled unknown? To die and pass the mortal shroud They say ascencion through the cloud Will whisk me to the Gloried Throne, But what awaits? No tongue has told
i’m spilling this blood instead of the ink breaking the vows i made with a faux diamond ring carving into white marble
Swansong     Mute swans of Europe, their song is legendary,so rare their voice, when poets sang that singingthey spoke not of the tone nor cadencesbut of the final utterance of the dying.
One cannot belong to his belongings That much is certain, no matter our longings. The darkness is dying, gives birth to the dawn, We, not objects, should be the ones who do the pawning.
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
A sound of thunder one flash, no lightning reality gone asunder; no rain, sky clear as day one plan, no safety and blood flies astray; Did I do that?
the feeling of coming so close to death was exhilarating the rush of finally dying with my mind empty of hesitance my body scared but prepared to end it all was so amazing  
I’m losing my skin to this cold winter’s day. I’m slipping from you and that’s all I can say. I can’t feel myself under this snow.
I keep a smile on my face to not let my true colors be shown Keep the fact I'm dying a secret My heart is breaking as we speak But my mouth is shut I wont say a peep I'm dying a slow miserable death
What I’m Not September 13, 2018 ~ Thursday There’s music in the hills Sounds of song on their backs, fronts, and sides That which I’ve never heard
How different it is to go from one place and be so invisible, then to come to another and suddenly be the bell-of-the-ball.
How different it is to go from one place and be so invisible, then to come to another and suddenly be the bell-of-the-ball.
Life is so unsettled Oftimes it is this way Goodbyes are the hardest Of things we have to say - And as we get older Our love ones gather near Goodbyes become harder But time together dear
The salty liquid rolls down like a water fall, staining rosy cheeks before falling upon the black sheets. A fragile silence unbroken remains as no sound is permitted to escape the locked up lips which hide away
I'm always smiling. I am beautiful. My heart is not broken. I'm fine. These are not tears. I do not miss you, nor do I need you.
are you the reason i left? are you the reason i dropped everything? are you the reason my heart was shattered?  yes you are    you ripped my heart out of my chest  you put it through a blender
Everything looks brown But the moon is gold I wonder if she can hear the Earth sobbing The harvest gains less several single year Farmers blame the city I blame the city too I also blame the farmers
Eyes open I can feel but not see, What is this pain overwhelming me? Am I alive, Can I breathe?   You see not long ago it was you and me, You and I, He and she there- I was alive, I could breathe.
Yes, my love, it's been a while, Since I've seen your beautiful face. Yes, my love, it's been a while, But I'm going at my own pace. Yes, my love, it's been a while, Since I've heard every little sound
P a t h w a y s        By: SeemsPoetic   I can feel it in my heart I'm already slowing dying  In my mind…
I remember every piece and every bit like it was yesterday Hurt me to my soul hearing bullets cought you 'round the way  Stayed on my toes for some hours, yeah I had to pray
I cant be held because I am an empty space and even on the better days when I become this stack of brittle bones I wont let you hold me   you know my lungs collapse each morning
I hear them whisper               just outside my door. They say I am not likely         to last another day.   I know this all too well.          My fate, I have accepted.  
Everything is Dark   I stare out through my window I feel numb and I can’t move Am I scared?   Boom! A flash of light a gun is firing, I don’t flinch Why can’t I look away?  
Let me paint you a pictureI’m sitting on the edge of a cliffmy feet are hanging offand my hands are placed on the edgeone on each side.There is a nothing holding me backfrom shoving myself off this cliff
What a whore? What a slut? Oh my God, did she give it up? Drink some bleach Get a rope Didn’t cut deep enough? Next time try your throat  Ew it smells like rotten fish
It has started, the final battle. This struggle of emotions, that slowly takes over   Everything comes to  halt, a stand still, a dead puls, all the struggle   But it should not hurt this much.
She is twenty years old; that means she has been living on this earth for twenty years. However, do not mistake living with feeling alive. Because it has been about five... six, seven, eight, nine.
I want to live till thirty  Before my bones crumble into dust   I want to live till thirty  Before I stare out of ancient eyes    I want to die young Before the pain becomes unbearable   
Once lived a a young womenShe had stringy hair of gold that hung so delicately from her bony, pale white shouldersShe was a mystery, from top to bottom
I am constantly bouncing, From one moment to another, Some happy, some not.   I am constantly living, From one day to another, Some enjoyable, some not.   I am constantly smiling,
The smell of the wet earth in her nose How calming it was to finally be alone Her feet hit each step gracefully And her hair was pulled back tight.
Best leader Mackenzie King?Particles are decaying?Function of p?Mussolini?Oh god, help me I'm dying! :) 
The time has come To end the suffering Of those I love Becoming weaker each day My body corroding away Confided to this bed My life is ending The only reason I am alive
When I was ten, my grandfather drove all the way from Texas to Colorado just to help my mother and I move after my step-dad left us. When I was eleven, my grandfather helped pay for me to go to camp with the rest of my classmates.
Stage 1. Effervescent. Energetic. Enlightened It chose you. But you go on, and on, and on, and on, Hairy. Happy. Hopeful You have your own ribbon of color now.   Stage 2.
I heard the news. I cried for weeks.   How am I ever going to come to terms with not having you in my life anymore?    Your smile, your laugh, your prescence. It filled the room whenever you were near.  
Thank you for granting me impermanence; Consciousness is a pair of 3D glasses or 2 hours of headache tossed in the trash. If I had to keep taking shits until the Universe’s expiration date,
Tick tock to a halt; it’s one, then two, then stop Her breathing slows, her small throat swells Tears are rolling down her cheeks It may seem morbid, it may seem wrong But I’m not ashamed of how I feel
He eats; he sleeps. He jumps; he falls. He thinks, but can no longer recall. It moves; it beeps. It can write but not read. It is the mean. When it stops moving and beeping,
Hope flickers like a small flame Easily put out in the wind of the ghastly night. So I lay on the cold hard floor Staring at the silver moon dancing. Dancing with the fading stars Across the onyx abyss.
You're not who you used to be.   You know that. I know you do. But you also don't know who you used to be.   You were never strong-willed and you were never really happy.  
Pronounced dead Is the one who can’t breathe But when around you I can’t. And I’m fully alive. My eyes can’t see Ears can’t hear. Heart can’t beat. Lungs can’t contract.
You don't need my confession To know that I'm struggling with depression it follows me everywhere I go and I wish it wouldn't show I can bury my face in other things
                                             took control                                            it took it's toll                     on you and everyone around                       with bloody fists you pound 
It was a great time, But wait WHAT? You are leaving me right?  No, my mind cannot handle this I am falling into pieces and cannot resist The departure made me mad Each part of my brain is bursting
A sleepless snowman under the pale moon Motionless yet flawless of perfect white, So pure and still and fair, yet thinks too soon A dream of someday flying like a kite.
"When will the dying end? when you shed your last tears Tired of smiles being just pretend But too scared to face our fears When will the hate cave in? Only crying when no one hears
We cry adieu, the red-haired vulturecrys not a tear, for all is spentits heart is rent, all hidden treasureNevermore to gleam in warmth of light
Death my dearest compassionate misunderstood friend When all hope is passed You stand  Your realm is the bridge of no return   Dearest one You greet all who you visit
The breath of death left an bad taste in my mouth The withered white walls felt like they were coming closer and closer as my chest screamed for mercy, Calling out for anything that would end the pain.
Message seen 3:04 am, September 15.
My tears, were private All the dying. And the suffering  There was no one.  That I could talk to. I suffered alone. My tears, were private. Can you see, 
They are imbued in doubt  and therefore can never be certain Their hearts long in the past and therefore cannot embrace the present   Their fears are caged inside  and therefore will never be free
In the hanging garden. Death. Death is calling. It wants. It needs. For me. To be set free.  
Every memory fading, One by one. Every bridge burning, One by one. I took every breath, One by one.     I will never be free from this hate. 
My heart is a dull thud in my chest. Drained from all life, it struggles to beat once, twice,
My mother and I walked around outside before her death. She smelled of industrial waste. But I tell myself she smelled like flowers, anyways. ---
The Day you Died I felt   Nothing.   It's not that I didn't care. No, I did. But I felt an abyss. Emptiness. A black hole. No sensation. You dead, I alive But both, in destiny, tied.  
Little sis, your words speak an ungrounded sound.
I had a dream last night, Too real to be ignored. It started out inside The mind's sequestered storm.
Have you ever thought about the possibility that one day the Earth will have no more food?
The world drains of colour Black mourning in my eyes   Too many times I've stared death in the eye So close   I could feel his cold Stagnent breath on my cheeks  
I was staggering, drunk, holding onto my cousin as if she was now my physical crutch as well. It was pitch black, the trees surrounding us, and if they weren't attached to mother earth,
I feel the calming waves Lapping at me Through the bright Blistering sun And stealing away Every ounce of innocence  I once possessed   I have never felt so distant From reality
Not one soul course through these veins Many flow through
I take a deep breath 
The Sleeper sits among the shadows
It's Pain which lead's us to Achieve Some 
Anger and frustration and constant manipulation Echoing in my mind, pulsing day and night Fed up with all the stress and trying to put it to rest Hearing the lies inside that refuse to let me die
Ana, a young girls best and worst friend
I think God has a cruel sense of humor. Because when I turned eleven and pleaded with all my might to become immortal, I heard Him chuckle in the confides of the newly blackened space
In the dusk of dawn 
Enhale toxins. It numbs.
I used to fall asleep, head brushing fur to the gentle melody of your steady purr   And I can still remember exactly how it felt warm and safe and comforted, my head on your pelt  
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,
Open arms Waiting for me to leap The chasm awaits I try to leap But my chains hold me back Chained to barren rock No escape No reaching the arms that wait Trying to make it Into the void
Roses are gold,
Every Day, Every Minute.... People get bullied ​Every day, Every  Minute.  Most bullies don't stop to think, "Are they really getting hurt by what I do?" Some see no wrong in it. 
Change It comes in great voluptuous waves that knock back humanity Or in tiny rivulets that slowly cascade and bring a passive awareness.
I stood there, frozen. Time seem to stand still, As I stood there, looking down at you. Nothing in my life ever prepared me for this. I distinctly remember the sound, The sound of the body bag being unzipped.
(For all of the veterans we have forgotten on the home front.)  
How are you doing? I'm fine, thanks for asking. Pretty well, thanks. Okay. Alright. You know. All too ready for the weekend, you know? All too ready for the end of the day, you know?
When I died, I'm not sure if anyone missed me. I imagine my mom cried. Maybe.   But people die. And that's a hard-proven fact. So why do we cry? Yes.  
Story of my life. Dying, dying, dead. Story of my joy. Going, going, gone. Story of my soul. Mutilating, mutilating, mutilated. Story of me. Alone.
Misunderstood I am. Other Fear my coming, For I bring a kiss, Denoting the end.   Why men fear the end,
You think the world changing
Having a smile On your face Just goes to show How you are sweet Being your friend Till the end has been great I'm saying bye I hope you see How much you have meant to me
People keep staring I just look to the floor Strangers start talking a few more steps to the door. Beep.. Beep.. Beep. Heart racing; too much noise Cheery smile, happy face.
I should probably tell you I’m in pain
There are some days when all I see is the color grey. Full of smoke, full of smog Full of emptiness in the world that's sorrounded with disgusting fog.   You feel it, so do I 
Blood dripping Tears falling Love dying You crying Me, not caring You saving Legs Running Too late I died I love you
Author's note: While Power Poetry covers a multitude of causes, I've noticed that there are two in particular that are largely avoided--elder care and death.
Don't tell me you're sorry If it takes my blood Dripping to the floor For you to notice   You're not truly sorry You're just desperate For a quick relief  
You say you didn't drink that much.No one tries to stop you. You take the keys and drive off. You didn't realize the light was red, you kept going. You wake up in the hospital, 
I touched the side of the peeling green house. The weather has torn and chisled it away. It used to be bright and proud. It was a strong house, but now it is dying.
The date is setThis is my decisionAnd even though we just metI need to make this incisionThe day is running outI need to catch that trainBecause I have no doutIt’ll turn off my pain 
I miss you so much I miss your voice and soft touchThe way you comforted me Always offering me a cup of teaI lie to myself everyday I tell myself you'll come back by the end of MayEven though I know deep downYou're never coming back to this townYo
So black and white You'll never understand The smudges and strokes Of my untrained hand   The lines and confines of my several binds That bind and tie lies to those who must die
When my Great Grandmother was near death in the hospital I was curious to see what an old person's butt looks like, so I kept standing on my tippie toes to catch a see
Do the dying know that they are the dying? I mean those who aren’t terminally ill with ‘best before’ dates stamped on their bodies. Those who can’t schedule their own funerals,
You'll drink black tea someday It'll taste so bittersweet You'll try to run away There's only death to meet 
Words cannot explain how much you mean to me nothing could ever compare or even ever be   You're my Dad, my one and only you're my leaning post although I love my family
My starving hope,   .. my soul relys upon the morn of fresh tomorrows.   For love essential-- do not withhold  upon my living dying soul.   Joy immeasurable
    Dying White Rose A beautiful white rose with petals so bright. She clings to the ground hoping for life. She's short of air; She can not breathe;
As the years go by As the months come near, I already know That death is here.   It comes so quiet You can hardly here, The whispers of death And my soul in fear.  
I tried to convince myself that this isn’t real.  These tears that fall from my eyes,
When will we stop the violence Becuz the night is hot and I can't sleep And I smell violence in the air It smell of pain and sadness We stand alone in the dark When will someone turn on the light
I fall. Feeling weightless, the panic and the comfort. Fallen angels wings surround, Floating, bells sound. Ringing in the distance. Down to loved ones embrace, ahead of the wind Deaths embrace.
Regret holds no meaning to what I felt Something greater was born What I'd done made me melt As everything inside me was torn
A silver hair spins a thousand tales unspun. It comes, drifts, sinks and leaves, Blinded by what it thinks, hears and sees. In a world where the two, seeks the one.
Love life love hard times move on whether you were a part of them at all can't move so stop trying hearts bleeding eyes crying there's an expiration date
Can’t ____curl up You know ____you’ve grown old (cracking bones) ____when the fetal position ____hurts
Dad sits at the kitchen table and leafs through The Times, and waits for the kettle to whistle, and waits for the ring, the call. In the family room, uncle fiddles with Mozart on the white keys
Memories, tragedies, love and loss. I can’t wrap my finger around what it is, that messes me up like this. Is it the way you left or what you said, That constantly replays in my head?
Everyone was born with parents, How long they stayed is different. Everyone once had a home, Whether it was the streets or somewhere warm. Everyone once held innocence,
The days are coming to a close, The end is finally near, The memories are overflowing With the loves I once held dear; Goodbye crawls slowly closer And I take a moment to look back;
by: Megan Williams
I made my bed on an ocean of glass shards floating upon the undulating waves of incomprehension; bourbon-soaked dreams sliced open and bleeding life’s meaning,
Hiding. Terrified. Afraid. Forever. Their shadows in your dreams, People began to scream, Your blood runs cold.
Each fight we have, tears me down, Of your standard, I've fallen short. Barely hanging on with pain, Can't you see that we're the same?
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