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Dakota Schmidt Feb 2011
It will seem as though life
Is not liveable without me
As the years pass,
But remember I am there with you.

I am the wind grazing
Every blade of grass.
I will take your hand
And guide you through

The moments of doubt and pain.
I will be the warm breeze
Caressing your cheek,
Encouraging you to smile through the rain.

When you miss me most,
And I will not be there to
Watch the changing seasons,
Bring back all of
The treasured memories,

For your tears are falling
For all the wring reasons.
God took my hand
And set me free,

Do not shed one more tear,
The angels have wrapped
Their wings around me.
When you feel as though

Your laughs have formed
Into teardrops,
And your smiles have
Faded away,

I am always with you.
In your heart I will forever stay.
Dakota Schmidt Jan 2011
There is so much to see
Beyond these walls you've built.
There is so much you do not know.
While you sit behind closed doors,

There is innocent blood being spilt.
Yet here you sit,
At your window sill
Watching the changing seasons.

Your heart aches to see
The outside world.
Your tears fall for all
The wrong reasons.

The world you seal yourself
From is filled with
Nothing but war.
All our hope seizes to exist.

All our will drops to the floor.
That one second of peace,
Where it feels like the
Whole world is standing still.

The silence of the crime
And the corruption. Peace.
It is in that spilt second,
The earth is bowing to

God's every will.
No matter how many
Times you long to escape
Your hidden containment,

Don't.
For all of your hopes
And dreams will fade
Away with time.

And the happiness
Only lasts for the moment.
Dakota Schmidt Jan 2011
Tell me one thing; why?
Why did you take him from me?
Why didn't you let
Me say goodbye?

I've sat up crying all day,
Trying to put the pieces
Back together.
I still can't think straight,

I still can't remember
My purpose.
Why did you take him
From me forever?

I know he's not
Suffering anymore,
And he has no more pain,
But I wasn't ready to let him go.

I wasn't ready to drown
In my own tears.
I just want one last hello.
I want to see his smile

One last time,
Before I get carried away.
I want to hear his laugh,
Feel his hugs,

Tell him everything I
Have to say.
I want my Grandpa back.
Why did you take him from me?

My mind is only slowly
Working on half track.
I am at a loss for words,
And it feels like he's

Still here with me.
I can't believe he's gone.
I love you Grandpa,
You will be missed.

Your suffering soul is free.

Robert Leonard Smith
December 29, 1934-January 21, 2011
Gone, but never forgotten.
I love and miss you Grandpa.<33
In Loving Memory of Robert Leonard Smith, The Best Grandfather, Father, Husband, And Friend Anybody Could Ever Ask For.
December 29, 1934-January 21, 2011
You Are Gone For Now, But Never Forgotten. Rest In Peace.<33
Dakota Schmidt Dec 2010
Countless lies fill my manipulated mind.
It keeps spinning, and spinning, and spinning.
Like a carosel never wanting to stop.
So many of your lies are left undefined.

Your eyes pierce my heart with every glance I get.
Nothing but regret shines in those eyes as I gaze at my reflection.
I can see the remorse you pray for.
I can see your ignorance you are aware of, but refuse to admit.

I can see that you miss what we had.
I can see that you wish I was yours.
I can see that you want me back.
I can see that my being happy with someone else drives you mad.

Oh charming dreamtaker, don't avert your eyes. 
I'm so in love with someone that is not you.
Look at me now heartbreaker.
I can live without your lies.
Dakota Schmidt Dec 2010
As the disease spreads through him, slowly,
He knows he won't go down without a fight.
He looks forward to the future,
Dreaming of seeing things he's never had the chance to see.

Hoping, waiting, wondering if he will be alright.
He is left wondering if this christmas will be his last.
He is left wondering if he will live to be one year older.
He is left to get lost in his memories of the past.

He fights the disease spreading 
Through him with everything he has to give.
He makes the best of what he has.
He thinks of all the events he wishes to relive.

He knows this is going to **** him,
He just prays he lives long enough
To watch his granddaughter grow.
He wishes to see her persue her wildest dreams.

God knows, that until that happens,
He's not letting go.
It's been six months and 
He still fights through the only thing

Strong enough to take him away.
He holds his head high, and keeps holding on.
He knows who will be waiting for
Him on Judgement Day.

I wish he wasn't going through so much pain.
I wish God would give him the strength to push through and heal.
I wish he didn't have this disease.
I wish his pain and suffering wasn't real.
This poem is about my Grandfather, who was rescently diagnosed with terminal liver cancer and lung cancer. I love you Grandpa.<3
Dakota Schmidt Nov 2010
As I sit here
With these tears
Of regret pouring
Down my hot cheeks,

You tell me everything
Will be okay,
Because you still love me.
But you don't

Understand that
Nothing is okay with me now,
Nothing.
I can't eat, I can't sleep,

I can't think.
My life is completely
Torn to shreds without you.
I have nothing left to live for,

I have nothing left to lose.
I just lost my everything,
So what's the point in trying?
There will already

Be a bullet through
My head when you answer
That question.
Dakota Schmidt Nov 2010
No one took the
Time to listen
No one took the
Time to care

No one tried to help
Me through my dark
Time of despair.
All those lies that

Made up my million
Tortured screams,
All those nights
I sat and prayed, to be saved,

That those words
You said were
Just bad dreams.
The tears and the

Blood began to mix and blend.
I was so convinced that
This agony would never end.
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