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Meaning In Tragedy"Meaning In Tragedy"

The bells are ringing by the old broken-down church
The crowd starts to assemble as the casket is in suspension
Nestled above the bells is a nest where hidden crows perch
The crows start to tremble for even they can feel the tension
The flicker of my cigar burns out as I throw it on the pavement
Walking into the church aside a crowd so depressed
My cigar rolls onto a stone slab of another soul's engravement
The crows have flown away for they have left their nest
And the body in the casket the priest has just blessed
And one by one the guests offer their best blessings
Into an eternal slumber this body will n

ViolinsYou played me just like a fragile violin until all the strings holding me together finally snapped… And I was lying on the floor alone, no more sounds to be made. Deemed useless, no matter how valuable I used to be… Thrown away with all the rotten vegetables… And you, the bow just put on some rosen and played some other violins… But when it came time for tuning you went too far and they too shattered… Then you went on to bigger and better cellos everyone said you would be too small but you tried anyways… When the music sounded flat no matter what you did and all the violins were gone you just wept and fell apart

pipedreamhomesick, he said,
words like fire as they
dripped out of his head

lovestruck, he cried,
words like ice when
he says them he sighs
deep, melancholy lullabies

dumbfounded, he wept,
words like the tender
broken heart that he kept
cuddled under his ribs

homesick,
he cried,
for a place that like
love, didn't exist,
but he tried
to stay
dumbfounded
enough to find it.

homesick,
lovestruck,
and dumbfounded,
he said,
as he tried to stop the
chatter running around in his head.

Atychiphobic Solution

Outcast and away from shore,
to the center of still waters,
where rest my tears.
A float, the setting sun
beats its dying light
against my coffin.
Where within lies
my mind in darkness,
afloat amongst the still
waters of my tears.
Confined to a rotting cage of wood,
Time is my mortician,
embalming me
at the edge of my thought.
The haunting consistency overtakes me,
compromising the process of my existence.
God help me, as the wood
is surely rotting all around me
I shall hold my breath
Just this once and final time.
I have found the haunted wake
past the lens of my sight.
I am the mad man,
within the shell of me
fightin

PrayerThree cups of listening
two handfuls of hope
a big bowl of love
and a company like You
I could sit all day just looking
at Your beautiful face
I could sit all day praising
the amazing grace You give

I praise
the way You make the sun rise
the way You make the skies change colours
the way You make fruits grow from trees which came from tiny seeds
the way You hold me tight
and say everything is gonna be alright
I praise the way Your infinite love covers me all the the time
I praise

I lost count already
when You looked at me
I felt the rosy blush of fresh apple colours round my cheek
I feel the serenity of the song which the b

Dance In The HeavensToday is the day!
The day of your birth!
We shall remember your name as
you watch from above...

Colors of red and black is what we shall
wear, for they were your favorite colors.
Today is your special day!

In your remembrance and for your sake, we'll
celebrate this day when the world sang in joy!

Embracing your being, your personality,
and your very essence.

Today is the day when you came into this
world, but you are above, watching over us.
Surely proud and smiling at us for staying strong.

Seventeen.

Seventeen would've been your age today. But it
will not be so since death's cloud came and
whisked you away...

A sudden

I'll Be There When the Wind Blowsi
one day I'll be nothing but a whisper
in the swollen sky, which ebbs and flows
whenever you choose to open your eyes

this voice will be lost in the onslaught,
and I'll fade into my greatest fears

ii
my thoughts have been known to shatter
on occasion, into fine powder
that scatters in the face of execution

I always worried roots grown in unstable ground
and remembering the way my body was built
would free the catastrophes sighing within me

it's easier to succumb to future's inevitabilities
that welcome you with undefined arms

iii
sometimes I release pieces of myself
because I don't like the story they tell
about the history

Carving ConstellationsDoctors carve out constellations,
stitch star maps into my skin,
a web of scars, a path to take
to find myself again.

My scars are sewn of haunted stars,
constellations but half-drawn;
ghosts of star-fire whispering words
that fade out with the dawn.
They took my rib from me,
ground it up, reformed it,
turned it into Eve;
made a girl with my own name:
a girl they say is me.
My fragile face now hers,
our spirit splintered,
she stands for nothing
I once stood for.
Deep scars fade
before their meanings are deciphered;
yet more maps unfold

DisillusionedBlack streets in the dawning light
we punch out dissonant tap dances
in high heels grinding out freedom
on the south side of suburbia
we remember the lost stars
and wonder if we're just faking,
or if our souls have curled up
in the night and relinquished
their heartbeats to the sound
of the storms of traffic.
Cultural obsessions hold bottles
of vodka, wishing they could feel
the bacterial cultures bunching
in their battered chests.
Hyper but flaccid
we slump behind screens
and pour out missives in broken english
pushing keys into our fingers
slip sliding into madness
and sadness, and when we die,
we do it for the lulz.

MovemberMen, everywhere, forget about the existence of razors
For the glorious thirty-day period we call Movember.
The mustaches come out, the beards are let loose
As men let their stubble grow until first of December.

What entertainment for us ladies, to sit and observe
The men with prominent facial hair, proud and obscure.
Goatee, handlebar, soul patch and Five o'clock Shadow -
Mustaches and beards on display for a month in the year.

So throw away your shaving cream and discard your razor
And cultivate your stubble to display to the world.
Movember is like Christmas, it only comes once a year,
So enjoy this time and let your facial hair

That Elated Kiss

Between us both, that kiss of God
From to and upon the souls within the very cores.
The fruit of this knowledge was not ill-gained,
As meant for mine eyes was the gotten teaching.
Ah yes, the inspired motivator amongst my tongue,
Pure, but deadly, as to protect what is owned
By the cavities that contain ours, the beating hearts.
This marathon to & through
which I gladly volunteer to run,
Has my limbs aflame, enthralled with elation,
Striking down to its knees, the very calamity that
once over took me. Bless you, from above,
as from my lips between us both, a kiss from your lover.

Stroke"Stroke"

I feel so numb; so far away
What happened to my arms and legs?
I can't hear noise; did I speak?
Why are muscles growing weak?

I'm losing balance; I've fallen down
The room is spinning round and round
Like tracing lines that have no end
I've tried but fallen down again

No one can hear me on the floor
Screaming into rooms next door
Hearing voices inside of me
They scream for help so silently

I blacked out but couldn't tell
Where's my heart or body cells
Waking up near cold white beds
Tears from eyes soon start to shed

What just happened?; I wonder why
Why people soon did cry
I think my mother finally spoke
"Oh Dear

.:Who I Am:.They called me ugly
so i put on makeup
in the hopes that one day
i might be beautiful

They said i was fat
so i stopped eating
in the hopes that my waist would shrink
and Their hearts would grow

They told me i was weird
so i tried to change myself
distancing me from the girl
i have known my whole life

They told me i didn't deserve life
so i began to hurt myself
in the hopes that somebody would see
that i'm in pain
and that i would become worthy

i took Their scorn
and i tried my best
to become the person
They said I'd never be

but yet in the end
i failed tragically
hating the fact that i'm
who i am

They told me i should

The Journey of a Thousand Miles

"Lead us on to insomnia's end, Where solitude awaits our weary hearts.
The sustenance required to our souls lies

there in the arms of patience.

Assist us in our wake as prayer affects not our tired limbs upon this journey. These two of your flock die not, as time heals, yet the end of this is welcome. We beg of thee, calling out to the silence into

to which our faith is placed.

The path is dark with black fog of this nocturnal threat. Bring to us, light. As it is now that our dreams are what wither with time, even as they heal. Our exhaustion is only diverted for a short time

by the bond between us.

Pray we that our cries are heard, ec

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A Shade in the Fog

by ~GrubbsWriting, Oct 30, 2012, 3:31:44 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Gazing onward with the wanting eyes,
in search of nostalgia and reminiscence
is the shell of me.
Repression of thus, my depression,
I recall little to nothing at all.
Find me within the fog of my thought,
Shade of my Lord,
for lost am I,
drowning in the murky waters
of my ever fleeting psyche.

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