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Shadows pass apon my grave

with wispers of my past day

with love and grace i come to

pass with happy faces in my

path now i know its ok to

say goodbye onto another day
This I wrote about my mother when I was 12 =)
Sofia Aug 2014
Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.
This is the poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye,who died 10 years ago. It is written in 1932. I really like this poem,so I wanted to share it with you.
Chalsey Wilder Aug 2014
I hope you ******* die
I hope someone rips your heart out like you did mine
I hope you ******* cry
And spill ****** tears like I did that night
And I'll spit on your ******* grave and move on to the next who made me feel this way
I will walk the **** away when you're on your knees begging me to stay
I hope someone kills your heart like you did mine
I hope they taste the ****** tears that you left behind
I will lay a flower on your grave
It will be dead
Like our relationship
And more like your empty soul beyond this pain
I do not know where I get these from.
m Aug 2014
started
her lips tasted like strawberry chapstick
mine bare
her breath hitched, almost like a choke for help
confused
as the zip slide down, i gasped
a princess
standing in front of me was grace
freedom
her hair wriggling from my fingers like fish stuck in nets
panting
sweaty skin and senisitive bones, soft lips
grasping
sheer happiness, our bodies melted to one
gracefully
a princess no more, my voice crowned you
golden queen
her commands are mine to take, she called for me
unraveled
in roses, we smelled the graves that our mother dug
resting
in roses, she will sleep next to me, until eternity.
R Daniel Aug 2014
I can't fall asleep.
I keep thinking about the way you weep.
Crying in front of her grave.
With your hair down, you look just like her.
Letting those tears fall that you tried to save.
2 years since we've met have been a blur.
I think we were meant to meet.
To help each other to beat.
The demons and the monsters that creep.
Inside the crooks of our mind.
Together, we vow to take that leap.
To help each other find.
The life in the sunshine.
The life that we want to call mine.
Stay with me until I bleed.
Promise me this deed.
I never want you to be in front of my grave.
Or writing about the love that you crave.
Because love will always be there for you.
Those who care will always remain true.
When the time comes that I die: laugh, drink, and move on.
Leave my grave, I know you are sad, but don't cry for me, be strong.
My best friend wrote a sad poem about her mom. I wrote this to make her feel better, but it made her cry.
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