My heart was buried with you that day
I was left numb
Holding the weight of the emptiness
That space were you were not
That space where joy had left
I walked around on autopilot
A faint outline of me
Just visible on the surface
With a burning, crippling pit inside
I was beyond the muddy puddle
I was face down
At the bottom of the murky river
Surrounded by darkness
Slowly sinking into the mud
With the weight of my tears
Like a fallen tree holding me down
I was not trying to get up
Because I had no strength to
No will power
If I never came back up
I would only see you sooner
Was the only comfort I could see
You spoke to me
Clear as day
And you used that serious voice
Only used for serious things
And you said
And I will never forget
“Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare. There are good things to come.”
And like a bolt of lightening
Shot into my chest
I pushed my head out of the water
With a breath of life
And you offered me back the empty jar that was my heart
when all the birds have broken their wings
i will find comfort in the warmth of your blood on my hands.
time tells nothing
i reminisce about torn seams
and ***** dreams
as i scrape out remnants of the
purity trapped in the mildew under your floorboards
O Hearken! the lilies are singing to us!
(forever entranced by the acacia with the broken branches)
i have swallowed the frail bodies of the nightingales
and i have promised to protect them with my own flesh;
put your hands within me and you'll know the breaking of their hollow bones
Our God sees everything! how could anyone have a mother?
your ivory rib cage shatters under the weight of a thousand Saviors
as the unforeseen expanses of the universe
blot out what was left of your conscience
(snapped like a toothpick in His holy fingers)
just like those bitter nights when i hear
cassiopeia screaming to be freed of heaven’s chokehold.
O Hearken! kneel for The Great Reprieve!
when all the birds have broken their wings—
oh mercy you, oh mercy me
i have returned!! hello everyone i have missed HP dearly!!
From the birthday to the final day
we can never obstruct mortality's way
heartfelt investment in family or friend
will never cease, will never end
Memories live on beyond earthly demise
in the eyes of the bereaved and their goodbyes
recollections of happiness together with pain
sun drenched times mixed with rain
Legacies live on in everyday life
our old friend time does heal strife
we still wish they were only a phone call away
we still miss them every single day
There is no price on emotional cost
but nobody loved is ever lost
For the bereaved
in the light of life,
we hold hands
close our eyes
feel the blade
of the reaper ;
why is it so hard to be happy?
we look at the ashes of our triumphs
and then smell the gasoline on our hands
and realise we were the ones with the matches
and we were the ones that tied
cinder blocks to our legs
and decided to go swimming.
why do we have to look at the cemetery,
read each name on the stones,
just to realise we're holding shovels.
no matter how warm it gets,
the nights are always the coldest-
we're sunshine by day and the moon by night,
hiding our tears behind the dark veil of fabricated facades.
im very sad
How do we skip our life to death?
Where no one would ever mourn for us;
Nor to yearn for our mere existence?
I don't plan to wake up after I write this.
It's the first time I've ever
bought you flowers;
I only realise this
when I'm minutes away
from your funeral.
A mother's passing
is the first death her children
will grieve without her.
Dedicated to those who no longer have their mothers with them.