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tc Jul 2014
there's a graveyard in her heart and a headstone dedicated to you;
you're not dead to her
but she'd rather keep you buried
because the pain of keeping you alive inside her
is like a thousand and one thorns dragging your name across her skin.
Vertigo Jun 2014
Condensation and cigarette smoke
filled the air as he leaned against
the hood of the car watching as
she walked through the cemetery
in the early morning, just after
dawn, holding a bouquet of white
tiger lilies, making her way to a
small marble headstone that read:
“Beloved Son, January 9, 2009 –
January 9, 2009”.
Sarah Michelle Jun 2014
Went to the grave
this past Memorial Day
and saw it was covered
with mud.

With but a dish rag,
maintenance
didn't exactly leave a shine
behind them, walking
away as they massaged
their own aching backs.
Otherwise they could,
I don't know,
massage the backs that
are already broken.

"Don't graveyards have
maintenance-people for that?"

They are humble.
They like not to be known.
Finally write a poem a couple days ago. I'm back!
Kenzee Rae May 2014
Death surrounded me,
But you kept me safe.
Just like the corpses and the earth,
You encompassed me and we
became one.
The moon was high,
As was my spirit.
When your baby blues met my
chocolate browns,
The world disappeared.
The death was present,
But with you I was alive.
Ashtyn Burk May 2014
Breath* should be held when passing a graveyard; as breathing is disrespectful to the dead.
Genevieve May 2014
Bury me.
Six feet under.
Don’t cry when you come to visit.

Talk to me
(I’ll get lonely, with all these rotting souls surrounding me)

Plants will grow,
from my decaying body,
weaving through my bones.

Let them stay,
they have made friends
with my skeleton
And creaking soul.
Sitting under a tree in a graveyard thoughts.
It is now a new Day
The sun will shine when it rises
The day is ahead of the light
Say it is today now
Even with No Sunlight

Today started without it
Strongly enough
The birds seem to start there day
Just a bit before the sun rise
About 4AM

Surely there are people without electricity
Their day goes from can to can't
See

Photons Take 70,000 years to reach
The Surface of the Sun
From it's Molten Core
Then 8 Hours from there to lend light to day

There must be a reason for night and day
Life and death
Or
Is this serendipity
I doubt that all we know as existence and consciousness
Is not supposed to be it is.

Jesus said to the Disables
When they wanted to know what [ was] the buzz] ('Andrew Loud Weber, and Tim Race "Jesus Christ Superstar')
Jesus said  "why think about bout tomorrow
Today is at hand"

Why complicate things.
There are two periods od darkness in each day according to the clock Darkness Daylight is sandwiched between them.

— The End —