Let's go to a place
that we don't know.
Take my hand
and never let go.
Just the two of us is all
that we need.
Baby your love is all
I can keep.
Sin is a real evidence keeper
Expose it to your equals
Or it will eat you
You sit there in wait
As if a planned date
Of which, I do not know
Why are you staring little crow?
You sit and watch beating hearts
'Til the harvest starts
I almost tune out the evil laugh
That you bellow from deep within your wrath
And almost forget where you reside
That is, within me, deep inside
Your jar of souls collected slowly
You take your time being unholy
You go into hibernation away from the watchful cavists
You do not mind though, for winters calm brings great Spring harvests
You feast and feast devouring bit by bit
You take piece by piece encouraging me to submit
Fighting the pain,
Fighting in vein...
Tearing me down, nonstop
As if I your crop
Little crow caws in joyous evil song
Release me from your grasp, I beg all night long
You come and go
And reap what I sow
Taking my strength and will to fight
Chomping down into flesh throughout the night
Released once more, you hide away again
I almost forget, but you have written it in permanent pen
You wrote "Never forget, sweet child, I am you keeper.
The Soul Reaper."
Cavist: A hawk which is of proper age and training to be carried on the hand; a hawk in its first year.
A symbol of strength and protection for me.
Today like every other
day sat in my local cafe surrounded by all my memories of Helen, deep
In thoughts of
Such comfort I find to sit
and relive my past, memories some so very
But feel so privileged to
have been left with so
memories, of my life with Helen
There have been times over the last Eight month, I thought I'd never
survive but I know In truth
It's through her memories Is to how I
To write stories of my life with Helen
keeps me going although she's gone
Helen still a presents to Inspire me to write of her
So to write of Helen, keeps me wanting to keep the flame burning bright, and
In doing so gives me the strength to carry on
Helen has Inspired me to write of our life together to keep her flame burning I'm like the gate housekeeper always there
A gravekeeper by trade
burying the dead to stay alive
with a green thumb and *****
the unused earth oh how it strives!
Fat tubers and roots
green leaves with red veins
small vines sprouting fruits
even a small section for grains
The gravekeeper never goes hungry
his family never starves
he loves living in the country
and his plot of earth that he carves
One day two fresh dead
and a rat, maybe two scampered by
soon a sickness to be widespread
day by day how that multiplied!
More bodies into the earth
how did his garden shrink
he was crying and crying
this gravekeeper didn't know what to think!
Should he be happy for business
should he be sad for the loss
is he crying for his vegetables
or is he crying for the bodies that are tossed
Little by little did the green become stone
his loved ones feast on a diet of worms
now he, a lonely gardener of bones
sits and watches as his world burns
If you ever meet someone
who tries so hard
to stick by you
through your difficult moments,
do me a favor, please...
I beg you, please,
no matter what happens
you've gotta keep them;
because it ain't easy to find someone
who cares enough
to look past your flaws
and accept you for who you actually are.
All the boys, and girls.
"Swear on your life you'll never tell a soul! SWEAR!"
The more they trust, the more I hear.
Sorry to make you repeat, couldn't hear you clear.
Yes I'll hold this dear,
But promise me you'll become clean.
What did I just see,
I didn't mean to hide these true things,
No I mean...please just hear me
Out...no please don't, there's no need to scream and shout!
I did it for you
I didn't mean to hurt your heart and send you into these deep thoughts.
Don't seek the truth. It's just knowledge to regret. Just stay wise...
She's mine, mine to keep
She's in too deep
I promise i'll be a tease
Slice and dice you'll beg me please
Anna's pov while she is dead
For a long time
I nearly failed
I began the long steep climb upward
My last chance
But someone took my place
There were times I stayed
To listen to my mother cry
Then one morning
My mother realized that we had everything
I felt like I had a shrine
Jesse, sitting on the couch said,"She would have thought it was funny"
The bitter sore memory that someone has left this world
You are still in it
Then one day you look down and see how much pain
Kate's pov as she's alive
I wonder if
Anna lingered in the spaces between the words
I wonder if she knows
That Daddy fell deep after she left
I wonder if she knows that every time I see two little girls
I think of us
This is a blackout poem from My Sisters Keeper
Both poems are written at the same time but Anna is writing it dead and Kate is alive