Death

Old men tell stories
Only the good ones...
Told from experience,
This world once...

Gasping for air I appeared

among those who love me.

It was new and beautiful.

I was...

Anyone,
Can become sidetracked
Anyone...

Busy getting it done
To rest, in...

When I die, I want to remember the things that I have done

When I die, I want to die knowing that I...

Resonating deep inside me

Pain always there dull and black

Wind pushes me down

I...

Inside the womb

As silent as a tomb

I was free

Full of glee

The cord...

At the wall,
an alarm clock hangs;
silently in between
Birth and death;

The...

I watch the ladybug cling to freedom.

On it crawls upon my window,

minutely trucking along...

There looming high above the sand

a once elegant structure beached

no longer able to sail...

Moral Death of an Elevator.

By Rash

Walls have eyes/Floors have eyes.

Ceilings have...

I was once filth, contaminated

with deadly sins, delighted in

abominable acts to a be a...

Life,

appearing as a mere glimpse,

juxtaposed against the eternal,

so infinite,...

Through your insightful intelligence and beauty,

It may always be sensed that the entire universe...

Bazookas booming, establishing power, battle axes flying on fire, life is love, but death is admired, the...