Grief

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I WAIT

I WAIT

I keep holding on
I can't seem to let go
It must be a bad dream
But somehow, I know...

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Waiting for death

Waiting for death

She doesn't want help
After a hard life , destroying her health.
She now waits to die
...

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Blooming Daises

Blooming Daises

Blooming daises maple trees,
from this world you are free.
Worlds best hugs and softest voice...

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CIGARETTES AND ALCOHOL FOR...

Used and abused beer can on a park bench
Lets out a pungent smell and starting to stench
...

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Iron blanket

Under this
iron blanket I Frey..

Frozen flowers bloom.
Then chained..
and...

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Isabel's Mystery Spells

Isabel's Mystery Spells

Clear from the fog,
The hills sweat resumes
Pounding to the heart
On a clear sunday...

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URBANA

URBANA

February
winter
twenty-five degrees

An orange sun is
rising over the steamy...

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The beautiful Thing about...

The beautiful Thing about Death

There's something so beautiful about death,
Dare I say it?
That endless sleep when nothing is...

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Light of Heaven ( Madeline )

Light of Heaven ( Madeline )

(Female)
All my life, I've waited for you to come home to me,
all my life, I've seen you...

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Hell's Fire ( Natalie )

Hell's Fire ( Natalie )

I saw you, beside her,
the love caught in your eyes and tears,
the affection you held undying...

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Lost Girl

Lost Girl

In solitude, dampened mood of excess thoughts,
Despair, unfair as it is, distraught.
Taught...

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Philosophy of a Raindrop

Philosophy of a Raindrop

It seems the most silly thing,
A small bit of water that falls from the sky,
and falls to the...

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She/I/her

She/I/her

Through my car window I observe the dark, the glow of lights from buildings cars and street lights.
...

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Clutched By Anxiety

Clutched By Anxiety

Unseen talon sharp claws...
dig deep into mine
psyche soft underbelly
piercing bedrock...

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mothers grief

you lied on the bed
dead to us all
your breath was shallow
staring into oblivion...

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my first and last...

1.
Having to use
the past tense regarding you
might just be more painful
than...