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complexify May 2016
Did I ever lived before I was born
I'm 17 now
And I never had any girlfriend
But I felt like I had one.

Do you ever feel it sometimes
To hold, and to touch
To be held, and to be touched
By someone you love
Or someone you want
Or someone I loved
Or someone I wanted?

I don't know
If it's my memories
Messing up my imagination
Or my lust
Messing up my brain
Or did I really
Lived and loved before?
I never believed in such things. But sometimes it feels like it's real.
This is my last poem
I bid you farewell
It is such an odd thought
That my body might repel

But I thank you for your attention
I might be at peace when you read this
So pray for my soul to meet God
And ask Him to take me even though I don't deserve bliss
Thank you and goodbye.
Mazen Edlibi Jan 2016
I feel cold in every tiny vein!
In every second, every part of me is deprived from life!
As if the Hope I had with Love being euthanize!
I won't feel the warmth anymore!
                           I won't feel Myself or My Heart anymore!
                                      I've been discharged from....
                                                       Life!
Strange but might turn to reality!
NeroameeAlucard Oct 2015
Mother Rose,
What can i say that hasn't already been said
i guess i'll go with what just popped into my head
you had a smile that could light up the darkest of rooms
a tender sweetness that was palpable in the air, like the dust raised by a broom.
An enthusiasm for life and spirituality that most could never hope to acheive.
Even as simply the church guitarist, it was amazing to me
How people automatically felt as if they were at home around you
it was astounding what lot's of love can do within and without you.

I know you're in a much better place
the pain is permanently gone, all the better for all our sakes.
Still, It's good to know that you're up there with our Lord.
Say Hi to some family members we've all lost, we'd be happy if you could.
And some days when life turns sour,
all of us wish that heaven had visiting hours.
So we could be around that award winning smile
and warm as coffee soul
we're all going to miss you
more than anybody could know

So to close this tribute out, I'll leave here with this biblical gem
From revelation "They will rest in their labor, for their deeds will follow them."
This is a tribute to a member of my church who passed away recently.
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I went down Dixie highway
Wherein it crosses River Road
I saw a jeep up ahead
Flashing its lights through mine ghost

I walked around the old greenhouse
Now turned into salon
Than I walked up to the miny mart
Just beyond the yonder trod

I bought mine last cigarettes
A pack of Marlboro reds
I knew than at that moment.......

This carcass shalt soon
be dead!!!!

This feelings hit me once again
I knoweth gods ready for me to come home
I'm not meant to be any slave to man
I was a seraphim of old

So bury me in with the saints
White roses please do leaveth on mine grave
I think today's the last day
Thou shalt see me on this page

I'm tasting iron blood again
I feeleth it in mine lungs
Maby its just tooth decay
Yet I tell thee I'm not dumb!!!

So remember me
And let me be
As tis I say goodbye
No questions to be asked
So please don't wonder why!!!

I was sent here
By thy creator to teacheth thou
I've been through hell and back
I think I'll see it again somehow

But God shalt renew me
Now it's time for me to leave
I've given up the spirit now
Now Satan leaveth me be

Put daisies in mine earsides
Put a white piano in the funeral room
Bury me with all mine poetry
Yet I'll leaveth one for thou too!!!

The one that I'll leaveth thee
Shalt be a scripture of love
Always forgiveth mine friend
No hate,
Remember thy God above!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
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26
He gave up his ghost
26
I despised me the most
26
Finis
The end of the show!!!
Francie Lynch May 2015
For some,
Death's a doorway;
For others,
It's a lid.
Francie Lynch Mar 2015
The year following
Jimmy's death
(my first encounter,
and my little brother),
I smothered myself
In every read on
Parapsychology,
Astral beings,
OBE's, NDE's,
And plasma projections,
Reincarnation and all
Aberations.
I awarded myself
An Honorary Doctorate
In ******* (Ph. D.B.S.).
Then I met ****** Mary,
As the police called her.
Her keen abilities
Recovered bodies
And the snatchers.
She had a dead-on reputation.
She spoke German and gesticulated
Wildly while she oracled.
Her husband translated simultaneously.
Her sun-room shone,
There were plants on
Every table. No candles.
Perhaps I was mesmerized.
She had one message for me
From the other side:
     Tell Francie to leave me alone.

Marlene
(my darling little sister,
And my next encounter),
Had a dream the very same
Day I saw my seer.
She dreamt Jimmy
Was alone,
Crying at home,
And through his tears
She clearly hears:
     Tell Francie to leave me alone.

****** Mary was free,
That's right... no fee.
She said her gift
Was for sharing,
And she shared
Her gift with me.
True story. I have left him alone all these many years. "There are more things on heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy, Horatio." (Hamlet)

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