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Joshua Vincens May 2015
Grandma ...
I miss you... why? /
cause You left with God when He took You/
My only question is ''but how could you.... die?''
hope i'm heard when I say this/
Understand I'm not being selfish/
You have always been there like a light at all times for me... /
You helped to raise & to guide every member of your family/
Now You've become Love itself and Everything.../
You'll stay with me till I reach the end of me/
I look up at the stars n smile cause ur a shining Light/
Through the day ur still there, Even more in the night/
Body gone, but still caring-on soaring in eternal flight/
like you told me/
in the recording/
Of your life legacy/
Strength Courage Compassion & a smart mind/
Keep living on through our memory/
God has you but ur still with your family/
Goodbye
My grandmother passed away, a year ago from the original post time. I had fought the emotions of feeling the loss during that year, distracting myself, and in turn, creating an ocean of emotions that had flooded me when it was time to put her ashes out to sea.
Shelby Azilda May 2015
"It happened eight months ago. You should be okay by now. It isn't an excuse." I'm told after admitting I don't have the drive to really do anything anymore. I really wasn't trying to use it as an excuse.

Today I was going for a run,
It was beautiful out. The sun was hitting the trees in such a way that I would never be able to capture fully with a camera.
I had just gotten back from a family party.

I was thinking about it, who I saw, what went on, something was missing, someone was missing, suddenly I was not running anymore.

I was crying. I was hunched over trying to compose myself. I began to panic.

The words from his note, "I'm sorry" flashed in my head like police lights. What could I have done? I asked. There was nothing you could do. I told myself.

Each realization hit me like a bullet. Memories flooded into my mind. Just short beautiful moments.

I tried to push them back so desperately. I want to save them. I do not want to wear them out to the point where one day I will not be able to remember the crinkled eyed smile I loved so much.

I tried to catch my breath. It was no use. I couldn't.

I haven't been able to since September. I don't feel like I will ever be able to.

Almost eight months ago my grandfather took his own life and I'm told I should be okay. I'm told I should be able to go about my life normally.

"Okay." I respond.
This is 100% true.
Marium Iqbal Apr 2015
We stand in a crowded hallway.
But it feels empty.
It’s just the two of us.
Staring blankly into each other’s eyes.

Wondering whether or not to say “HI”.
Or to walk away and stay as the strangers we now were.
We stare into each other’s eyes debating whether or not, to hold the door.

Wondering if it was worth starting a conversation.
Knowing we wouldn't work anyway.

We were friends at some point.
Then something more.
Now were merely strangers.

We tore apart before we really ever were together.
We left each other waiting for the other to make the next move.
We left each other open and vulnerable.

You shut down.
And shut me out.
You packed up
Left town.

You left and I stood waiting.  
I awaited a hopeless tomorrow.  

You eventually came back.
Apologizing, saying you don’t know how to say goodbye.
And I left saying, “I don’t know how to say goodbye either”.  

Here we are today.
Nothing but strangers.
Passing each other in the crowded high school hallway.  
With nothing but blank stares.
Nikki Mar 2015
Speechless beyond imagination.
Praying for reincarnation.
Rest peaceful, your beautiful soul.
I will never again be whole.
Shattered pieces, but only half.
You have the rest, Dad.

Missing you every single day.
I love you I love you, I pray.
Echoes of your voice in my head
Listening to all the things you said.
Wishing for one last hug and kiss
Everything about you I miss.
Thinking Doc Mar 2015
It is a privilege to hear you grieve
in my company, showing
that you trust me, with your tears

After all, what  greater comfort than grief
In the Company of someone who comes and goes,
Like the seasons?

It breaks my heart to see your sorrow,
Laid out, like heirlooms, in a cold, dark evening*

This is an evening of my discontent with the sunlight,
My only refuge in tides of my Life,
I wish to breathe again.
Grieving
Theodore Bird Feb 2015
warm handprints
     lingering like desperate spectres
watery honey eyes
     blinking away restless sleep
phantom pains from kisses
     months ago you can't remember
dust motes on decaying skin
     parting breaths and livid smiles
you've never felt so alive
     as when he died
Smiling with rough sore eyes
Is near to the best feeling
After being a duvet blanket sloth
and crying all week.
I  need to climb the mountain




from the  swamp below but you climbed down to me.
Thankyou for being a peak.
Tessa Craft Jan 2015
Enduring a season
Of beautiful sunsets
And gorgeous sunrises
Death was tragic for us
But life was not a tragedy
As the sweaty sticky
Stench of depression
Coats my body
I attempt to cleanse
Myself of it
Crushing waves of sorrow
Deliver the unspeakable
Urgency to challenge faith
Words spoken in time of need
Ailment robbing us
Of what we thought
Was to come
Leaving hollow abyss
Waiting for the flood
Waters to fill
Leaving it's depth a mystery
To unwary onlookers
Leaving us to live
Our lives without tragedy
Bb Maria Klara Jan 2015
Hey there my dear,
It's been like a "year".
And yet I am here
Trying not to shed tears.

About that mistake
you thought it was fake
But then it did take
your one life and sake.

I recall that time
That afternoon chime
I heard that a crime
was your death's grime.

Oh, could you believe
How your mama grieved–
That it has been thieved;
That your life had leaved?

And then there's your father...
No one could cry greater.
You said "See you later."
But later was never.

Your sister was weeping
with each step she's taking
each closer she's getting
your record of dying.

Your brother looks for you,
and he's asking me too
Why we're all so blue.
We can't tell him what's true.

I can't accept this,
After all you promised
After that last kiss,
I'll remember in bliss.

I can't accept that...
you're gone. It's fact
Us all (and your cat),
Hope heaven's where you're at.

I can't blame your choice,
I could not stop your voice.
You were with the boys,
But you were just their toy.

A first it was fun,
You thought you were one.
A brother; yet when done
No longer saw the sun.

You prayed you would last,
But that time had past,
Fate's vote had been cast.
Frat had you harassed.

It just was not fair,
I can feel your lost air:
That you died in a chair,
And they pulled your hair

They had you in a daze,
planned to have you a craze
You died into a haze,
Big mistake: the frat maze.

See the bruises they made,
None of them were your aid
You prayed you don't fade,
I prayed you just stayed.

But you left anyway,
and without further a say
Frat took your life away
on a cold winter day.

Battered flesh, broken bone.
Altogether, alone.
That call on the phone,
Hung a chilling sad tone.

And again, they did tell
That you badly swelled.
That nothing went well,
That into death you fell.

I'm not moving on...
you're gone...you're gone.
But your frat went on.
and on and on.
This is a purely fiction work. I didn't lose anyone in my life to hazing, no; I'm hoping not ever to. I watched a documentary about it and seeing all those relatives suffer due to the false fraternity fad, I just thought of this. I sort of put myself in their shoes.

And yeah, this is a poem much much longer than the sort I often craft. Even I'm surprised by it. The lines were short, but the poem in general was wrong. I hope it is still alright though.
Amanda rodeiro Jan 2015
I’ve been breathing in the city air as if it will renew my insides

In reality its just polluting me all over again.

when i was younger i used to look up and see skies filled with shapes and inspiration

now i just see blobs.

gritty, filthy, unhealthy

i miss my positive perpsective, I’ve lost hold of it and i can’t seem to find it anywhere.

i keep slamming into concrete walls. they are cracked and unsteady, but relentless. i can’t force them down, maybe I’m just not trying hard enough. I’ve tried making nice with it, I’ve smoothed plaster in its cracks, making each dreary, destructive memory a distant, covered up story. you can’t cover up the bad though no matter how hard you try to hide it, it always comes and seeks you out. i envy the bad though, how it stays so strong despite all attempts to rid of it, i wish that i could be that powerful.

I haven’t seen your face in two years, i wonder how you would look now. would you have even more grey hairs then you already did? would age greet you with astounding stealth and love? would you tell me every things going to be okay.

I’ve been grasping for signs but everytime i open my fist its empty. Sometimes i feel like you’re in the military again, deployed but you’ll come back. You’re not coming back and each empty birthday is a reminder of that. every corner i turn i still expect you to pop out and say boo. you’re dead and that would be considered haunting, which I’ve told you not to do to me.

every day i still go through the cycles

regret, anger, confusion, sadness, numbness

i need you to tell me everything is going to be okay.
Friday marked two years, the same amount of time i knew you is now the ame amount of time youve been dead.
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