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Tiger Striped Jan 2020
if we are going to die
hand in hand,
then we'll be okay.
JDom Jan 2020
Is this a dream or nightmare
Dreaming for you to save me
Pull me out from this slumber
Put your hands on my chest and revive me
Sternum breaking
Resuscitation failing

These blankets feel like thorns
Pillows now rocks at the bottom of cliffs

Why do I feel so blind
I was more awake when I was dreaming

If this is a glimpse into the afterlife
My eyes are wide open
I haven’t been the same since

Put your hands deep inside me
Tell me my hearts still beating
That im not just bleeding
Bleeding out

Tell me my callused heart is normal
That we’re both the same
Use your touch to cauterize these wounds
Immolate my human form
To the voices heard beyond the void

Sever the strings that keep me from being who I’m meant to be

Is there anyone there
Answer my cries
Release me from the vastness of this madness

And with dreary eyes, my cracking spine
I’m taking back what’s mine
As I slowly watch your kingdom ******* fall

We have to adapt
Maybe I’m the only one
Unwilling to be one who just sits back in the dark, **** I'll take back what was mine
Broken reality falls down, crushing it’s weight on me, the world is my enemy am I the only one

Stuck in between; the mountains and the sea, yeah that’s where you’ll find me. At the bottom of the ocean or the top of the peak. Always positive or negative, no solace or peace

Look into my eyes, they're reflecting your fear from the past year
But don’t worry, this is not the end
No, this is not the end
Believe me or not, but this reality is not the end

Crawling to the calls beyond the grave
It’s life after this one, not the rest that I crave
My tomb is more to me than a bed
It’s a place where I may lay my weary head
Some say this place is full of dread
But I’ve always resonated more with the dead

Those who fear death are already dead
Those afraid of living will never survive
We’re all dying on the inside

I fail to cry yet I cry to feel
What a waste
What a disappointment
I’m sorry I was something you never appreciated

My soul will walk on the plane of plains
Mistakes made with regrets of my past
Counting down the days till I pass
I knew my happiness could never last
But in this new place emotions are non existent
This is what I’ve been waiting for
Given to me anew, my new existence

I listened to the voices that beckoned to me
Im finally free
To be with those on the other side of earth
This is my rebirth
Somewhere with souls like my own
A place I can finally call home
Ace Jan 2020
open your eyes, please
and see my pain for once.
open your eyes
and see the hurt in mine.
open your eyes
and see me, for beyond the big sweaters
and the smiles and laughs
is someone who's falling apart
open your eyes
can't you see I'm dying?
Mitch Prax Jan 2020
Dear diary;
I thought about dying today...
or so I thought I did.
I think about death a lot lately
and I'm not too sure I
know the difference.
Alek Mielnikow Jan 2020
land of hills and fog,
moss covered forest and a
cottage in the dark



Please, oh please, lamenting weep,
please, don’t take my baby from me.
Within the woods and through the trees,
on the hills, I’m on my knees.
Please don’t take my baby from me.


Frigid sweat runs down her forehead
and she whimpers from her shivering chest.
Tried my best to sing her to sleep
but there is blood in these lullabies.

Her coughs are like shattered glass from her throat,
and her painful wails in these walls echo.
And though I wish this was all a dream,
I heard from the woods the old rallying cry.

I lie on the bed and clutch my child
and pray her soul keeps clear of the wild.
I bridle my tears so her armour’s not weak,
though in my heart it’s becoming a lie.

Please, I beg you, don’t take her away,
she was only just born the other day.
Let her step on the stones, let her be free,
let her remain, keep her alive.


Please, oh please, lamenting weep,
please, don’t take my baby from me.
Within the woods and through the trees,
on the hills, I’m on my knees.
Please don’t take my baby from me.


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by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet
The harbinger of death

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Erin Suurkoivu Jan 2020
I am a rose

blown wide open

petals dripping, seeds dripping

in a garden

full of buds

just waiting to exhale their scent

This cycle

flowers go through

dying

for the next beauty
Idklove Dec 2019
How she become a still woman
when she's falling apart
until her heart broke even further
into pieces
marks on her body
wounds on her thighs
couldn't see her like this
her disguise smile said that
she was dying of inside
just looked into her eyes!
Mom
It's Christmas time and you're not here.
Sometimes I wish I could disappear.
I miss you greatly you meant the world to me.
I wish I could have you back, This we can agree.
It's been a long time since you passed.
Christmas after Christmas, I think of you, and if you're happy at last.
You made my days brighter by just being you.
I hope one day I'll know if you are proud of me, and how I grew.
Merry Christmas mom, I love you with all my heart.
I know you're in a better place now, with a brand new start.
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