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Sam Jul 2017
Beautiful Bounty, that was her name
The vessel to take us to stake our new claim
Her cabins were sleek
A strong wooden frame
We set to the seas
Fortune awaits

Beautiful Bounty, now gone astray
Great blue skies
Now faded gray
weak lumber and hunger cause great dismay

Beautiful Bounty, sunk deep in the sea
Eighty-eight souls nevermore to be
No fame nor riches did they ever witness

Beauty Bounty, that was her name
A watery grave
The last thing she gave
Seema Jul 2017
I stopped to watch,
The gaze of sunset upon his face
As a drop of rain,
Sparkled and rolled down his cheeks
Like a tiny waterfall,
Ledged to spill, the tears to let go
What was once so dear,
Kept in so close
Left him broken
As he laid the last rose
On her grave...

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Seema Jul 2017
He raised high, like a star
Into the bleak sky
Full of dreams, yet so far
Where the armed angel lie
A drop of rain fell that very moment
Right into the heart of the earth
More drops followed, only to torment
The one, to whom I gave birth
My child, my grave maybe deep
But my love for you is deeper
I have been put to sleep
Yet, I'll always be your well-wisher
I am your mother, afterall dear
You may forget me, but how can I?
Your million dollar earn per year
Has parted you from me, why?
Call me, when you in need, my brave
I'll always watch over you, my child
Remove the weeds from my grave
As my existence, has vanished in the wild
When you breakdown, and yearn for my love
Remember to watch the same sky
Flying high, I'll be the white dove
Because a mother's love, is not a lie...

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Sam Jul 2017
Meet me at the gate
To the place I now call home
Meet me at the gate
And I'll take you to my stone
To the place where I now rest
I'm right between the trees
Can you see me?
I sing from top'the knoll
Can you hear me?
My pillar is made of stone
And I'm buried far below
So when you call my name
Know I'm just a ghost.
Sam Jul 2017
If I die in the mountains, leave me there to rot.
My boots will outlive my flesh.

So just push me from the trail, and cover me with dirt.
My soul, it will be free.

Bury me where the air is fresh and foliage is lush.
My true home, and the only one I've known.

Don't cry a single tear.
My corpse will disappear.

Far below the earth.
My heart can finally rest.
Madhu Jakkula Jun 2017
Dearest shooting star,
Take me away with you to a place
where the rays of hope can't even tip toe through the dark clouds of despair,
where all the colors fade into grey to ally with my grave soul and
where every detail disappears into the shades of night
just to make his wish come true.
Kurt Carman Apr 2016
My 72

Most mornings when I arise,
The thoughts of you run through my mind.
I stare at your high school picture wrapped in Crimson and blue
You've left me and dad, left us to soon at 42.

And now I'm left to look through all those old photos
To get a glimpse of the way you were in sober days,
You know the one, with you & Auntie in the snow on Albany Avenue
Smiling as if your world never stopped, as if you had no idea....

As I stood watching them lay your body to rest...
My feet no longer touched the ground, weightless, I reached towards the sky
I cried out for you to take me to your new home.  
The wind moaned, the lighting kissed the sky and the rain caressed my face.

Here I lay on the rain soaked ground pitying myself
How, Mom ....do I begin to handle this void in my life.
And I realize that the misery and affliction
Must not consume my mind and soul...

Out of silence the blue bird warbles a message of calmness.
The breeze wraps its arms tightly around me as if to say,
Young man, "I'm here to dry your tears and give you warmth."

I wish for nothing more than to hear you say... I love you.
Still missing you Mom...
Branden Youngs Jun 2017
I tried everything to silence the monsters that are in control.
Unspeakable methods
just to save my soul.

Attempted drowning them with every bottle I could find.
Till the alcohol completely flooded my mind.
I passed countless ladies through my bed.
Praying their moans would quiet the voices in my head.
Late nights spent numb and floating endlessly from the narcotics.
Out of reach from the monsters before I turned psychotic.

My intentions were honorable
but my design ******* unforgivable.

Endless hours trying to put my monsters in a grave.
I became the devil and now these demons are my slaves.
Find your abundance, your radiance, your nourishment,
For in you lives a God or a Goddess lying dormant.
Be reverenced – that is the key of life -
Dance on your grave in your own behalf.
Do not live in fear for fear is like death.
Fear will return you to the soil without a breath.
That death, a compost for the new generation.
We hold the key to eternity in our outstretched hand.
Be courageous and face yourself and be annihilated
By your own light – your love – and be not rested
For rest is a kind of death absent of your essence.
Whatever death can take it will take – so be salient
And find that which is unborn and undying.
Life will knock seven times at the door to your heart,
Searching for the indestructible part of you to impart.
We are the King and the Queen of our own desires.
Dancing together with the world as our Kingdom’s choirs.
Rejoice in the world for here we are - we have come.
Let laughter be the nature of our bodies’ home.
A home where laughter defies death and love defies reason –
There our consciousness sits broadened
By the dance we dance – forcing death to be dethroned.
I have defied death no less than twice in my life and in some ways I defy it daily. Yet death I do not fear. Neither should you.
Dylan Jones May 2017
If I could act on my revenge now, would I?
Some ****, some steal, some break your heart
And you thought I would let it go
Let you off
Broken hearts, break bones, and break up fast
And I don't wanna let go
So in my grave, I'll rot
I've dug two graves for us, my dear
Can't pretend I was perfect when you in fear
Oh man, what a world of things I hear
If I could act on my revenge now, would I?
Some ****, some steal, some break your heart
And you thought that I would let go
Let you off
Broken hearts, break bones, and break up fast
And I don't wanna let go
So in my grave, I'll rot
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