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dear, if you saw me now,
you'd be rolling in your grave.
for: frances lefevre
Idklove Dec 2019
Burning tobacco has an unreal fragrance of tobacco leafs
maybe I'm addicted to her like cigarettes
or I'm in grief
in brief every night I smoke
to cut down my life by Six minutes
and rest in peace with your grave !
Kylee Nov 2019
I’m so tired

it’s as if I am digging
my own grave

into the ever growing bags

under my eyes

-depression
Asominate Nov 2019
I go to bed
I wake up.
Every morning, you're still sleeping.

I watch the night
I keep the day
To keep our nostrils breathing.

The lights are on
Water is flowing
The nurture and nourishment I gave...

I turn over
Every morning
You're still sleeping in your grave!
Morbidly humourous.
Isabella Howard Nov 2019
It's nearing the time when everyone died.
In October one tried
By November two more, inspired, jumped.
Both land, only one gets up.

I wonder if I'll ever show him your grave.
Did you watch us when we walked right by you?
I wonder why you were one of the few I didn't save.

It's nearing the time when everyone died
& the way you left has kept you so alive in my mind.
I've held so many dying hands
I'm sorry I wasn't there
To keep yours warm.
Maybe if I'd said things right
You'd be sitting here with me tonight.
Maybe if I wasn't too tired to stay the night
Everything would be alright.

It's nearing the time when everyone died.
I've stopped using clocks to track the time.
Remember the night we talked for hours?
Remember telling me your favorite flowers?
I thought that meant you were getting better.
That maybe you could be saved.
At least I knew what to lay on your grave.

It's nearing the time when everyone died
& for every one gone two more tried.
Lately I'm running out of people to lose.
Of everyone I know I really only like one or two.

It's nearly the time when everyone died
& once I'm out of people to call mine
How am I supposed to tell the time?
Mitch Prax Nov 2019
Every night,
I bury myself in a grave
of blankets and nightmares.
Fortunately, it’s shallow enough
to crawl out of
every morning.
Viji Vishwanath Nov 2019
Don’t weep at my grave...
  Am not there, at the grave....
      But there, with the love and care,
         who made me brave.

Am not there, in the shining stars...
  But will shine there,
      in the caring hearts.

Am there, with the challenges
  and unconditional love...
    As I never, allowed
        to give up while alive.

Don’t let your tears roll down..
As I ever, will be
    in the thousand smiles.

Don’t weep at my grave...
Am always there,
    as an inspiring wave.
Am not there at the grave
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