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May 2016 Arun C

Chris G Vaillancourt

What will it be like
when I close my eyes
      for the last time?
Will I see that
    bright light
      I have heard about?
Pain may flicker
in those last moments,
      or maybe
       there will be
      no pain at all?
This I do not know.
From my first breathe
     to my last, oh how
many people and places
have I known and been?
Seems a wandering train
      of adventures
         has left the track.
Oh, how it seems
to have been rushed.
       It is now,
       as it seems,
        the end.
That last stop
    that shall only
     happen the once.
This passenger
    is getting off
     at that location.
Will anyone be
      at the station
        to greet me?
Such is the faith
     I hold, that I
      hope this is so.
Shutting down.
Closing.
Dying.
Final visions
filtering themselves
      from my eyes.
Who will I see
    around the bed
      when
       I
        swallow my
         last gasp?
Should I be afraid?
Or should I
     welcome the
      death rattle
       as a system of
        release?
Free from
the sundry
incompleteness
of walking in this life.
Not having to
      worry about
       the
        imperfection
         of walking
          on this planet.
As life drains
     out of me,
      what will be
       my very last thought?
What final image
       will I take with me
        to the grave?
I pray it will be swift.
Absent from pain
       and present
        in God.

May 2016 Arun C

her

May 2016 Arun C

Lynnzie Ruland

her

She is always so stressed,
and it makes her so depressed.
No one seems to notice her sadness,
because they notice her madness.
Everyday she's terrified,
and no ones by her side.
All she wants is a friend,
which she can depend.

idk

May 2016 Arun C

Death of a poet

May 2016 Arun C

Polar

Death of a poet

Death comes for a poet

With a plume of smoke rising

From a quill, pen, computer key.

When we write in love or hate

We have no choice in the path we follow

For all roads lead to home.

Whether you leave this plane

With the wealth of a nation

Or in poverty

In fame or deep obscurity

The real tragedy

Is that no-one gets to enjoy immortality.

Our saving grace is that we are the few

Who truly get to write

Our own elegy.

We are the few capable

Of surviving death and time.

Alas we may never see

Our elegy bloom,

Rise to become our eulogy.

May 2016 Arun C

I Am Still Waiting

May 2016 Arun C

ARI

I Am Still Waiting

You
Were broken
And I spent
Countless hours
Collecting the shards
Of your shattered soul
From the impact
Of a death.
You
Were sobbing
In a heap of
Bloodied tissues
And I was there silently
Destroying evidence of
Your depression
Induced self hate
As I held you closely.
You
Were a gnarled
Garden of lost
Beauty and I
Was there to rid you
Of the invasive weeds
Happily devouring
The life in your veins
Leaving you to die.
But
I was left with
Bleeding hands from
The shards of your soul
Razors sinking in my skin
From your example of
"Release"
The weeds of depression
Strangling me and all I needed was
You.

But you never came.

-ARI

#depression #anger #life #pain #death #betrayal #hurt #friendship #selfharm

May 2016 Arun C

answers i know the questions to

May 2016 Arun C

Morgan

answers i know the questions to

i've been nauseous every day this week
because i've been staying up until
the sun rises trying to remember
the way your eyes look
when you're in love

and i know
the universe is huge,
i'm always moving from place to place
but of everywhere i've ever been
the only place i ever crave
is your creeky back porch,
with the chipped green paint,
that i'd always peel back
when we were fighting
and i was anxious

still when my heart drops
and my hands shake
i wanna peel back
that chipped green paint
-

-

the night before you
slammed my front door
for the last time,
you were curled up in a ball
on the opposite side of the mattress,
and i was wishing you'd hold me
but i kind of knew you never would again

i said,
"i know nothing lasts forever
but i thought we were worth a miracle"

and you said,
"my apathy just got the best of me,
i don't feel you in my fingertips,
you don't send shivers
down my spine,
not anymore.
& i just don't miss
you when you leave,
your kisses never stick,
not anymore."

-

-
today i woke up
feeling like i never slept
and yesterday i went to bed
feeling like i was never even awake
...
venus keeps cartwheeling
backwards and no one knows why;
stars keep falling right out of the sky
and you're the only thing
that's been on my mind

Apr 2016 Arun C

Sonnet: Oh my love, how I miss your morning smile

Apr 2016 Arun C

Chris G Vaillancourt

Sonnet: Oh my love, how I miss your morning smile

Oh my love, how I miss your morning smile,
That once so pleasured my tedious long day.
Each word spoken by you a pleasant style,
Of twittering grace and luminous sway.
In all the words we spoke to the other,
None pleased such as words spoken for our love.
Each word so gentle, one after another,
Which caressed me as soft as silken glove.
But these are just shaking old memories,
Of visions so easily pushed aside.
Images that seek warm affinity,
Of other words which denied our divide.

These are my steady pictures of your eyes
Which held me focused on you as my prize.