Laid now on his smooth bed
For the last time, watching dully
Through heavy eyelids the day's colour
Widow the sky, what can he say
Worthy of record, the books all open,
Pens ready, the faces, sad,
Waiting gravely for the tired lips
To move once -- what can he say?

His tongue wrestles to force one word
Past the thick phlegm; no speech, no phrases
For the day's news, just the one word ‘sorry';
Sorry for the lies, for the long failure
In the poet's war; that he preferred
The easier rhythms of the heart
To the mind's scansion; that now he dies
Intestate, having nothing to leave
But a few songs, cold as stones
In the thin hands that asked for bread.

I might be old fashioned,
My reflexes might be slow,
But you know me from ages,
It’s high time for you to grow.
We will stay together,
Do you still remember that collective vow?
Those promises to stick together, we made,
To move to and fro,
Faith is the keyword,
Which maintains the flow,
We can still work it out,
Please don’t let it blow!

When I'm gone
don't shut me in some lightless box
with a pillow for my head
I won't be sleeping long

And leave the flowers be!
They're far more beautiful
when they're not torn up
and strewn all over me

Don't lock me in the waiting room -
it's full of people I don't know
and then we'll both be lonely
when you can't come back soon

When I'm gone
burn your grief away with me
so all that's left is joyous love
and the fire to carry on

Then free as air my soul will roam
delighting in the stars,
each blade of grass, each cloudy day
all earth and heaven my home

But should you ever pause in fondest memory
and whisper: "would that you were here"
well then of course I'll head straight over
so we can sit and we can be

I love this website, it's the well in which I can let my feelings fall to never see them again.
It's a place to share your feelings with others, maybe even to start friendships.
It's always been nice to see that someone started following you, that people show an interest in your work.
Same with following others, you show interest in what other people write.

But for some reason, I can't follow others anymore, I can't show my interest in other people's writings, and people can't or don't want to see my work, and it hurts...

Now, it feels like I'm starting all over again, from the time that I was just a lonely, miserable boy...

And so it began with a kiss, the mirror was one sided.

I beamed as your hidden intentions were kept from love's eyes.

I emptied my soul into your glass, but your thirst was not quenched.

Confused, I poured out even more, saving only my breath of life.

It was then my mind became clear, as the intoxication waned and the smoke screen lifted.

What was left of my dignity, I used to walk out of the door - not broken as you'd hoped...

But restored with a strengthened heart.