mk
mk
3 hours ago      4 seconds ago

everyone speaks of going to heaven
"may his soul rest in peace"
acting as if they don't realize
he chose this for himself
conciously decided to take his life
he did not grow wings and fly away
his coffin is not empty
it has a body
and that body has rope marks
around the neck
his hands are cold
his eyes are shut
his organs are slowly rotting away
it is not beautiful
he is not an angel
he is the dead remains
of what once was
and all those saying
"he is in a better place"
have absolutely no proof of their statement
and neither did he,
all he knew was
that no matter what awaited him in the afterlife,
it could be no worse than the life he was living right now
it was not an accident
he did not fall,
he jumped
he chose to die
he chose to die this way
because the pain of death
& the pain of the dead
was nothing in comparison to the pain of life & the living
because it was easier
to hang himself from the hook on the ceiling
than to wake up the next morning
and look at himself in the mirror
he could not run from life
unless he was running towards death
so he chose
to win the race
first place
once and for all

- our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners

it hasn't told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.

or the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone

untouched
unspoken to-
[charles bukowski]

h, my prayers are with you.
#suicide   #hell   #life   #pain   #death   #dead   #reality   #heaven   #choice   #hanging  
  Lit by Nik Bland
Nik Bland
Nik Bland
1 hour ago

I look at these hands of mine and catch the tears that fall
My stomach in a knot as I run and hit a wall
And I can hear you calling me as I stumble and fall
As the lurking feeling comes that I've run out of time

My hand reaches out to you, but only grasps the air
No to tell you it'll be alright, no one lying with you there
My lungs scream as loud as the echoes of a world that is unfair
My silent sobs all that accompany

Where did my folly lie? In truth filled with uncertainty?
In the eyes of the one who had faith that was stronger than me?
Or was it simply in the words I should have said
Which I whisper now that I have fallen short

Debbie Jean Embrey
Debbie Jean Embrey
3 hours ago      10 minutes ago

From deep within I breathe a wisp
of air that holds dear to me
t'is but a wisp of love pure divine
and I do it instinctively

From deep within I hear a voice
of that which grasps my heart
t'is now but a faded memory
yet it shall never impart

From deep within I hold my breath
just to wait for the call of love
t'is but a far away voice I hear
and it is sent from up above

From all that has been within
bursts a long lasting flame
and from this day forward I see
nevermore shall I be the same

#love   #memories  
raine cooper
raine cooper
2 hours ago      16 minutes ago

you wrote a story
of a girl and a boy
they fell in love with old books
and each other
but the pen wasn't real
and sadly,
neither were you

#boy #girl #books #pen #story
Gary L
Gary L
1 day ago      18 minutes ago

clueless versus innocence
there really is no difference
one is polite and one is offensive
neither is based on resistance

do you want to remain nameless?
blameless, i guess is subjective
like a fire pit that remains flameless
our language is defective

we have so many words that mean the same thing as another word... still, we choose to take the same meaning, and make it a put down...but only toward the ones that we don't like

My limbs are wasted with a flame,
My feet are sore with travelling,
For, calling on my Lady’s name,
My lips have now forgot to sing.

O Linnet in the wild-rose brake
Strain for my Love thy melody,
O Lark sing louder for love’s sake,
My gentle Lady passeth by.

She is too fair for any man
To see or hold his heart’s delight,
Fairer than Queen or courtesan
Or moonlit water in the night.

Her hair is bound with myrtle leaves,
(Green leaves upon her golden hair!)
Green grasses through the yellow sheaves
Of autumn corn are not more fair.

Her little lips, more made to kiss
Than to cry bitterly for pain,
Are tremulous as brook-water is,
Or roses after evening rain.

Her neck is like white melilote
Flushing for pleasure of the sun,
The throbbing of the linnet’s throat
Is not so sweet to look upon.

As a pomegranate, cut in twain,
White-seeded, is her crimson mouth,
Her cheeks are as the fading stain
Where the peach reddens to the south.

O twining hands!  O delicate
White body made for love and pain!
O House of love!  O desolate
Pale flower beaten by the rain!

Rasheed Ibrahim
Rasheed Ibrahim
2 hours ago      33 minutes ago

My heart fills with euphoria
Whenever I’m with you
I never want to leave your side
For it makes me feel like I’m losing you
I always want to feel the scent of you
That scent as sweet as a rose flower
Not to talk of your voice
As pleasant as that of a nightingale
Singing the morning melodies
To signal the beginning of a new bright day
Sans you
My day is neither beautiful nor bright
Your beauty enlightens my day
Without it my day is dark
All I need from you is that
You forever brighten my days

#love   #passion   #beauty   #light  
 
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