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sushii Jan 2019
On a day such as this,
I return from my tiring work.
On a day such as this,
I return to this dull world.

I hear it once more--
The droning, and the grayness it explores.

I feel it coming--
The humming, and the slight drumming...

The thinning beats are composed of children's pitter-patter,
And sullen ***** dish clatter.
The tuneless melody speaks of pointless meanings,
And empty greetings.

I hear it once more--
The droning, and the grayness it explores.

I feel it coming--
The humming, and the slight drumming...

I hear it one more time--
Or so I think,
For the part of me that understands
Has already died.
Poetress2 Dec 2018
He gives me comfort,
His love is unique;
And when I thirst,
He gives me Drink.
~
He holds my hand,
He gives me peace;
And from my storms,
He shelters me.
~
He helps me stand,
His arms outreached;
And when I cry,
He cradles me.
~
He helps me walk,
He lifts me up;
And for my Soul,
He drank His cup.
~
He died for me,
upon a Cross;
His death for me,
was worth the cost.
ruqayyah Dec 2018
days without
are the worst kind of days
because they remind me of the time
when were still here
when we used to laugh all the time
and never be without a smile
even when i had trouble to

every day without
keeps me regret ever meeting
because people cry as much as they laugh
and made me more happy than anybody

all the days without
keep reminding me
that aren't here anymore
that can't speak to me anymore
can't sing to me anymore
can't smile to me anymore

days without
tell me that i can't live without
that i don't want to be anything without
that i am nothing without

love,
still love
this is gonna be a pain to read
Fathur Abinaya Dec 2018
This morning, I'm drowning into the lake of hope. So deep, so dark. I couldn't breathe, I died.
Casper Dec 2018
She loved me
And will love me
So for ever.
I pictured her,
There in her room
As she spoke,
Looked now at the dress,
At the veil
She was to wear tomorrow,
Then turned away.
If I had known
The last gift
I’d give to her
Would be a white doe,
I’d have given her more.
She did not smile,
She cried.
I do but speak the truth,
If you will have it.
Will you want
Such an old story?
She died in my arms
And nobody ever knew
She died before tomorrow.
aj ochavo Nov 2018
She asked me “Was it painful to die?”

I didn’t say anything.

She asked me again, “was it painful to die?”

I answered “yes, and then nothing but calmness,
But i lived and it was painful again.”
this was inspired by a movie.
juliet Nov 2018
There’s no way they could’ve known,
About the time you died with greed in vain.
But we are only animals inside,
And god, it’s worth the pain.
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