I knew you as a person
who wore daffodils in her hair;
dancing barefoot in the fields.
your aura, like an aurora of Pandora's open box.
Recklessly compassionate in your unrelenting affection.
I remember when they told me
that you had passed away.
I watched as they returned your body to the earth.
They say that you're in heaven now,
but I don't know how this can be true
when every day I still feel you in my heart.
Maybe your daisy chain was a halo
and the fields that you danced on were clouds.
I think I finally understand.
I knew you as a person,
but maybe you weren't.
Maybe you were just an angel
that got lost along the way.
We all do know this is true
That life one day we must leave
By a gruesome unwilling way
Or by the time of aging naturally
But the thing I must now implore
Is your thoughts on a life after this
As I lay unmoving in my stony grave
Will my soul feel as if it's amiss?
So mermaids, humans, elven and wolves
Please give me a piece of your time
What do you think become's of our souls
While our bodies rest buried beneath lime
On darkest day
There was a light
to show the way
In dreary towns
My eyes were bound
To the misty lights
Up on the cloud
What is that phenomenon?
Where did it go?
The place we are seeking
We shall never know.
As our eyes droop down
And our smiles go flat,
It is easy to see
That we shall never go back
To that muted color
On that darkest day
Where that light to guide us
Showed the way
Immortality is over
We are now doomed
To succumb to our future
As our destinies loomed.
As we were shot down
To the pits of Tartarus
My fate was no longer
We were forgone
Forever to roam
The pitch black world
Always to moan
That muted color
On darkest day
Was unfortunately one
To never stay
Who would've thought a disturbed poets worst fear will be death?
All his poems will make your bosom brim with sadness
Each stanza hints suicide
Every line is a cry for help
And you think the only escape from his misery is to cease breathing
But little do you know he fears to take that last breath.
He fears the unknown
The blankness and darkness that is assumed when we think about that last breath
He fears that the God he disbelieved in will punish him for eternity by hurling him into the depths of the blazing fire
He fears that the misery he'll face in the after life will be incomparable to that he faced on earths soil.
He also fears to leave the world still feeling alone and unloved
He fears to leave with that heart of his still aching and broken
And without kissing the lips of the woman he hoped to Amend it.
Suffice to say I'm afraid of death.
You smell like a warm vanilla sunset.
Your long curls bounce around your smile as we run up the hill.
You grab my hand because I always am so slow and you don't want to lose sight of me.
We watch the whole city from up here.
At this moment I feel like both a giant and a small small spec of dust.
You say "Do you think this is what the view is like in heaven? Like, when you die?"
I say "No, it has to be better than this. There has to be something more than this."
After you had left us, without a letter or anything, I thought about that day on the hill a lot.
I thought about you, a lot.
I walk up the hill, slowly. I sit down watching the sunset and the city and notice how I don't feel big or small this time. I just feel normal.
It has to be better than this.
There has to be something more
I was there when Rose passed away.
She died in her own bed, but did not go quietly.
Riddled with cancer and racked with pain,
It was a sad and sorry demise.
Yet, in death she looked calm, as though
All the pain had drained away.
I sat there in sad silence, on the edge of her bed,
And I saw her spirit calmly rise.
Both body and wraith looked serene,
And I too felt calm - even witnessing such a thing.
She walked through the wall and was gone.
I knew then she had found peace.
She promotes positivity,
kindness, drive, and love.
She smiles at hard work
because the result is worth
She holds beneath her chest
an open heart,
ready to be embraced
by the earth and its souls.
She is sad, but she continues to smile.
She is tired
She is alone
She is cold
But she is holding on.
Until she lets go.
She kisses her body good-bye,
as her now free spirit flies
toward the sun.
Twenty-three years leading up to this point.
Twenty-three years of a life.
She leaves behind
her family, her friends,
and her future.
She is no more.
She is gone.
But the memories linger-
like the goosebumps
following a gentle gust of wind.
Like the sweet after-taste
of red wine on a cool summer night.
She was beautiful.
She was caring.
She was struggling.
She was sad.
But she is loved.
She will always be loved.