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Alysia Ascovani Dec 2018
Inside Death our souls mourn
For all given and lost
Lives turn to bitter shade
For all those left behind
To dream of days gone by

Change is never easy
Hurt fills the air
Floods our twisted heart
In the void of those abducted
Into the moonless terror that awaits

Solace of peace stolen too
Ripped from us all
To follow life to Death
In honor and in Love
Thou shalt never die

Our evening embraces dawn
In souls cold and dreary
Change is never easy
For Death's Love forever final
An eclipse tonight be everything

Harmless Death left
Naught to melancholy
To resign to living
With so hollow a sorrow
Thou shalt never die

Inconsolable silence
Shudders in shame
Fallen fatal futures
Torn in infinite seconds
Change is never easy

Memories all to linger
Bitter dissonance of
Fortune and Love
In invisible essence
Thou shalt never die

Death shines like a tear
Transcendent of our torment
Under forsaken farewell
Forever in Love and life
Memory to remember

Change is never easy
And so shall it be—
Thou shalt never die
Blade Maiden Dec 2018
Since I already knew
I'd die of a broken heart
I made preperations
treating my death like art

Stop worrying
I took care of everything
the guests and the burying
even ordered flowers in early spring
I'm still around. If anyone was actually wondering where I've been I apologize. I missed posting on here so I might get back to it more often. No promises. I hope you, whoever reads this, are having a good day, week, month.. and if not, hang in there. Just hang in there.
Jo Barber Nov 2018
When the sun rises, when the sun sets;
When the moon is full, when the sky is empty,
I think of you.
When I cross Eagle River or climb Mt. Baldy,
the sun splintering into pieces above the world,
I think of you.
I think of you in Germany or Alaska,
with friends or alone,
when happy or sad;
I miss you all the same.
One year, two years, three years...
Nothing and everything's changed.

Life is long.
Forgetting feels like a betrayal.
I'm not going to preach about the afterlife,
or better places that are beyond the light.

But neither am I to say that there's nothing at all,
For what's on the other side, well, no one knows for sure.

Because like death, life can be just as confused,
Just a few examples to keep one bemused.

For there are those who live a life on deaths door,
Yet they some how make it beyond ninety-four.

And there are those that lead a lifestyle of decay,
Yet somehow make their 81st birthday.

Then there are those, those like you,
those that have had to suffer and endure,
A death that is seen, as somewhat premature.

It doesn't seem right, fair, or just!
It can sometimes make us doubt Gods trust.

Then there are those that simply have no future at all,
born into disease, famine and war.

It can sometimes make us consider with despair,
is there really a God out there?

But let's all just take a breath and  take a seat,
before our hearts fall apart and we start tearing at the seams.

For I know if  you were here with us now,
that you would know only too well,
yes life can be cruel, bitter and unfair,
but that we mustn’t dwell.

For the best way to say our goodbye,
is to hold our heads up high,
and remember you for the sheer courage and grace,
that you have shown, until your resting place.
For Christine Carter, always in my heart.
Shannon Spivey Nov 2018
What were you thinking
You'd get me while I'm vulnerable
Walk up to me like we were friends
But we were at a funeral
What else is there to say
There's never a good time
You're already married
And I have someone I call mine
Did you want to see him
To know who has my heart
As you both stood on my sides
I quietly was torn apart
Did you want me to get caught
Why did you think that was okay
You ignored me for so long
Then walked up and said "hey"
You know we don't talk
You know we don't hangout
You know those are my boundaries
Because it's him I can't live without
You might fill my mind
But I can't deny
I'm going to marry him
You were never more than some guy
04/02/2018
gray Nov 2018
3am
there's something about the number 3
that makes me wonder why
you left me
at 3am
on the sunday of my brother's
funeral.

i guess you wanted
all of my pain to happen
in just one day.

how thoughtful.
ignorant of my feelings are we?
Grace Spellman Oct 2018
i go to funerals
without shedding a single tear
i've looked the devil in the eyes
and i've been touched by demons
i've died inside so many times
and bled out more than i count
and you think
i care what you may think of me?
you're mistaken, dear.
Gracious
they called me
as I raised
my silver
clutching
hand
and toasted
your life
grimacing with
yellow stained teeth
ashes rise and
down she
goes
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