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I die every time
you cross my mind
I wish I hate you
because loving you is hell
I rather go blind then
Not see u well
We meet when I was eight
From there I knew love was real
You keep me warm
through all of life’s chill
We grew up
But our bond stayed young
Your my ear on a hard day
My blanket on a lonely night
Everything was perfect
until you lost your life
Other people just saw you
But I saw a wonderful thing
To just call you human
Would insult your brain
You feel me better than anyone
You know when to speak
You know when to roll over
And you know when stay
I never forget the day you left
We drove to the office
Where they made it clear
Die here or die at home
My heart and mind tore in two
Logic and love
two words I wish I never knew
I held back my tears like a ****
Fixed my face
hugged and kissed your head
so deeply as to make your dreams sweet
Before you leave
I was alone as I watched
the grim reaper take you away
The look in your eye haunts me til this day
I just hope that
forgiveness and understanding
Was in her brain the day I choose
Your life away
pk tunuri Apr 2018
Any gift from a loved one is more valuable than its price
Michael Jan 2018
Wish for your eyes to see indeed
breathlessly wishing deep inside
your love needs you ,she needs you around here longer.
but you are already half dead and the other half in a coma

doctor says it could last a day, maybe two
or even a decade.
i still need you, without you love
life essense is spiceless
i need a re-incarnation!

faith is the remaining gut
left when all hopes are excercised.
one more redemption, the only chance to life again!
i desire for you life again, not so much to seek a second chance.

for you this cup kindly pass over,
Christ also resisted with an agonizing plea at calvary
one more prayer need answered
in this heavens today
darkness!!!! we lost him
pim pim pim pim and steadily the beeps rise

the heart rate monitor regains a steady pulse
its a re-incarnation!
breath taking deep inside, i recount
God answers prayers one moment in time sometime
when we so badly make the call.
Inspired by the movie: one moment in time.
Sally A Bayan Jun 2017
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Here, in this sacred space...
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...where curtains and breeze
.....dance and tease,

...no words are uttered, i hear nothing
.........except my breathing
eyes roam, legs are crossed, as if to rule,
determined....as a stubborn mule

here in this sacred space, i have a regular
dialogue with my Creator....my Saviour,
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thro­ugh His mysterious ways, He speaks to me
i am drawn to a quietude that flows from Him.
...........this noiseless space talks to me...
it's not the words...something else takes over
.....and enfolds me........especially,  when
fragmented moments start to stir my heart,
...i lose them all....when i hold my breath
when my mouth has ceased, my words on  a halt,
...........i am suspended.....far from the noise
.....................of the outside world...
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here in this sacred space, i am with my loved one,
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tho­ugh distant............the world is...ours,
we're in deep conversation that could last a day
we are ourselves, naked..wearing no false pretenses
...we are timeless...we are one...the two of us...
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here, in this sacred space...rich with
......an imperturbable stillness
..........my mind is overwhelmed
...by a silence.....so eloquent.......
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Sally


Copyright June 25, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Druzzayne Rika May 2017
Sometimes
Your enemies keep you in thoughts
more than your loved ones
elizabeth Apr 2016
The death of a loved one
Hurts so **** bad.
Everyone says "They're in a better place"
Or "At least they aren't in pain".
But what about me?
I'm left without a friend,
A lover, a piece of my heart.
My world is shattered;
I cut myself with the shards of glass,
As I try to piece everything back together.
You may be in a better place,
But I'm still here.
Sad.
Alone.
The death of a loved one
Hurts.
So.
****.
Bad.
Dedicated to all those who have lost someone dear to their heart. My prayers, love, and sympathies are with you. Including you, Bleeding Diamonds.
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
As I walked in the yard today
Right infront of me as if to say
I'm still here with you, stop wearing that frown
One single softly fuzzy feather floated down

I think it came from the other side
Where so many of my loved ones do abide

I wonder if it was from my big brother
Or maybe it was my Mother
It could of been my Dad
To remind me of the good times we had

But then again it could of been my Grandma, or Grandpa
They where very wise and taught me God's law

Or maybe it was from them all
Just so I would recall
The love and light
Each one brought into my life

Or maybe it's just as simple as a bird losing it's feather
And nothing else to it is tethered

But it brought them all to mind
And for that I'd have to say God was being kind
Lauren Leal Jun 2015
Curled up in a ball tears falling in darkness
                 arm stretched out reaching through nothingness
                                            hoping to once more touch your face

I quickly draw back my arm
                  remembering that you had left this place
                                            when you gave yourself a shove
                    
Falling

Slowly

**God, If only you had landed in my arms love
An old Memory that decided to show face.
Ashley Singh Apr 2015
28** bolts of pain
Pelting my body instantaneously.
Attacking every inch left of me, for I am gradually torn into pieces.
Bit by bit.
***** by *****.
28 tear drops to trickle down my skin.
My happiness now trimmed so short it's practically gone
28 rolls of tape to mend the remains of my broken heart.
More than 28 times we said "I love you" and "we'll never be apart."
But now you're not breathing
Your heart stopped beating
Blood stopped running
And now I'm running to the cemetery to visit you,
My loving grandfather.
My mom screams too,
But there's not much left to do but wait for heaven to once again be with you.
In memory of Dario Fortuna:
-November 28th, 2014
RJ Apr 2015
My name
It slides from the tongue with ease
So simplistic and overused
Will I ever hear you say it again?
You haven't known me in too long

My eyes
The emerald green orbs
That glisten in the light
Are they still beautiful?
You haven't seen me in too long

My hair*
Those long dark strands that flow
With your insistence of moving it out of the way
Do you still want to see my face?
You haven't answered me in too long

Your name
It seems so contradictory
To the half smile on your face
I wonder if you still feel yourself
I haven't known you in too long

Your eyes
The dull beads that sit steady
Trying to avoid the worried gaze
Only to look right through me anyway
I haven't seen you in too long

Your hair
Short with an angelic glisten
Just the way you hate it
Your curls have been taken away
Like the many other parts of you
I haven't recognized you in too long

**You haven't recognized me in too long
Visually see someone forget you, with no way of stopping it happen.
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