Dying

She looked at him,
then turned
away again fast ..
Like he was
just one more...

I am not that keen on November
yet you still wear my poppy with pride ..

And while I have...

DISCLAIMER (and trigger warning I guess?)

death is a huge part of this poem

anywho: I am...

The sun, it hangs in empty sky
As summer birds go plodding by
He whispers softly to her ear...

NO body will ever Love you like Your Mother! She has the kind of Love like no Other. So always love Your...

Whether one is rich or poor
or somewhere in-between ..
For those, that do grow old
...

I so needed to fly
tonight ..
I just wanted you
to know
that I finally let go...

I'm feeling the pain yet not dying, crying to go home but not moving. I bleed, but what good is bleeding if...

It seems to me, he knew better
than to tell me
he felt down, or depressed,
or more...

Reaching for those things which are before
For the excellency of the Lord
I press in, that I...

All the self-inflicted
superficial
scratches on both
her arms
were each meant...

The sponge
she wielded so well,
was full
of some other fools
sweat,
...

Listen,
can you hear
darkness forming ..
See how
the light it flickers .....

Simultaneously
looking down at her back
through the hull
of a glass bottomed boat...

There is nothing random here
believe me darling ..
Death would not become you
since...

While our children die starving and cold
in these holes
they randomly punch in the snow...

In 10 years who will you be?
That's a question I get asked often.

They all expect me to say...