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Savannah Jane Oct 2014
dress me up
lay me down
kiss my cheek
kiss my forehead
cry some tears
listen to the eulogy
lower me 6 feet under
throw some blood red roses
throw a handful of dirt
onto that wooden box
that holds my live body
i'm already dead inside
what's the difference?
kevin hamilton Oct 2014
the archers have their fingers
pointed squarely at the hotel singer
smoke on the edge of their mouths
coiling sweetly all across the house
and the trees will part
for a song and a blood sacrifice

bowed low over a guitar
trying to teach himself the meaning of pain
sitting in the dark of a car
doing his best to convincingly feign
the long-suffering fool
with everything to gain

her ashes sunk in the sand
and the rest went over the electric dam
in the dark the mournful loon calls
as trumpets echoed in the concrete halls
and the rapids will churn
with a growl and the whisper of a lovely fern
Rachel Olivia Oct 2014
The rain lashed out
The wind cried
And inside the church was I
I knew that the sky was mourning
That you are not alive

The songs we sang
The words spoken
The hugs, all passed in a blur
And I stood there remembering
Playing with you when I was a little girl

I glanced up at the stained glass window
When my head should've been bowed in prayer
And Jesus stood smiling in the light
Even though it was raining out there

I hugged your brother as I left
And there were words I could not speak
I think he knew that I wanted to tell him
That my brother's funeral was there, too.
I wanted to tell him
I knew
I know
that brothers shouldn't die
But I couldn't
choke the words
out.
DreamReamer Oct 2014
As we bow our heads..
In the shades right beneath..
Your family and friends..
Under this lonely oak tree..
We try to understand..
How a person can be..
Part of our lives yesterday,..
And today a memory..
As we close our eyes..
We all begin to see..
All these happy moments..
Tears drop from our cheeks..
We hold each other tight..
As we wish you the best..
You walk towards the light..
As we lay you to rest..
You're in a better place,..
And until we meet again..
Your memory will live on..
As we say goodbye to a friend...
Sid Oct 2014
Time to get you ready for
another day of life.
Pick those pearls you so adore
that sparkle in the light.
Hair in curls of innocence
parted 'round your face,
a dress sewn with diligence
pocketed in lace.
A dash of blush upon your cheek,
a lovely big bouquet,
and perfume from your prized boutique
to send you on your way.
But all this trouble puzzles me, I confess.
From deep in the ground who is left to impress?
Maggie White Oct 2014
I don't want
To be dead
I want to be dying
So that I can call,
The people who
Would miss me
At my funeral,
Out on their *******.
Josh Allen Oct 2014
September 26, 2014 6:25 am
I woke up this morning and went to Facebook and found out someone from school died last night

Someone I haven't spoken a word to in years, even though I pass them in the hall everyday

It was a car crash

This girl was my cousin
Not by blood but by marriage

7:22 am
I walked into school and didn't know what to expect
The sound of crying and grief numbed me

7:50 am
The principal makes an announcement about it and we have a moment of silence

9:15 am
we leave first period and the halls are quiet

10:10 am
I try to imagine what her parents and siblings must be going through
I can't even imagine what they must be going through

September 30, 2014

I wake up and go to school

Go through the day and go home

4:00 pm

We go into the church where the funeral is being held
There are at least 300 or more people there

The sounds of people crying is what made me ever more sadder

Watching her parents cry was the worst part

They then take her to the cemetery

I didn't go

I went that night

So many bouquets of flowers are on the ground

We stayed for about 20 minutes and headed out and I wondered when will be the next time we come back?

(J.A.)
skyblueandblack Oct 2014
Does he not realize
That he dies in front of my eyes
Every time he lies..?

He may as well wield a knife
And take his own life

For it is not the sword
But the deceitful word

That cuts the jugular and the femoral
in preparation for his funeral..

It is a permanent stain
His apology is in vain

For there is no return from verbal death
After he’s uttered his last lying breath.
Emmanuel Coker Sep 2014
I am the wind that blows your hair
I am the sun up the summer sky
I am the water that flows in the spring
I am the brightest amongst the stars

Again I saw them grieve at the grave
A nice speech the eulogist gave
Oh dear friends, weep no more
For if anyone should ask
I am not there...
I did not die!!!
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