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I saw your face today
I don't know if it was a dream or reality
You know when you lose someone
You start to imagine that they're there
Holding your hand
And maybe they are
Sometimes I hear your voice
I know its not there
It's gone forever
Its a voice I've heard for 20 years
And now it's no more
It's gone
That Beautiful strong voice
Is no more
Yes it hurts
Everyday I long to hear it
Once more, Just one more time
Why'd you have to leave
At such a sad time
I miss you
I miss your nicknames
You had one for everybody
I could say I missed your smile
Honestly I can't remember it
But oh how I miss you
Ciara Ryan Apr 2015
Watching the stars
It’s like looking into your eyes
A tear starts to fall
You left and gave us scars

The memory of you lingers on in my mind
I don’t understand why you would hide
You were the king
Your name repeating in my head like a song

I always knew there would come a time
A time that we would have to say goodbye
But I never expected it to be this way
You were caught up in a lie

Even if you made mistakes
We all still loved you
The biggest mistake was when you left
No word, no noise, it was silent

If you were to have just asked for a helping hand
It was just one simple step to make
Instead you kept it - that’s when it went bad
That’s when you made your biggest mistake

Now there is nothing left of you
And it’s now the time we have to accept
Because there is nothing we can undo
I know you wouldn’t want us to be upset

You were surrounded by love
Even if they didn’t share your blood
You were family to them
To us

Everyone says I’ll get over it
But I know I’m not
How can someone forget?
About someone so amazing as you

People think it's just one other person's death
But it was yours
Janor Mar 2015
I heard the news.
at first I was fine.
it took some time.
but then it hit me.

Falling to the ground.
realizing so much.
he's gone.
not going to come back.

And I am going on.
I am going new places.
I am going to meet new people.
without him.
Mari Anjelyn Jan 2015
Losing* a loved one
Is something that can't be undone
That person may be gone
But he will always be a special one
Shyanna Ashcraft Dec 2014
My daddy has a job,
And it makes the Angels cry.
It isn't really supposed to,
He doesn't even try.

He always watches over me,
And tries to help me fly,
But he can never hold me,
And that makes the Angels cry.

My daddy always loved me,
He said it everyday.
I know that he still does,
Even though he cannot say.

My daddy watches over me,
Until the day I die,
'Till then he cannot hold me,
And the Angels will still cry.
Written 7-21-13
I Illustrated it on 3-9-14
It was written for both my step father who had raised me from six months old until I was seven. He died in a car accident.
And also a man who was like my father, who died due to a heart attack almost two years ago.
I love you both with all my heart, Rest in Peace.
Shyanna Ashcraft Dec 2014
My
heart
        stops,
As
    your
   smile
takes,

        *Away my breath.
Written 12-7-14
Shyanna Ashcraft Dec 2014
Kiss me* like the world depends on it.
Kiss me like your heart might break.
Kiss me like it'll start a riot.
Kiss me like the ground might shake.

Kiss me while the sky is falling.
Kiss me while the world is ending.
Kiss me while my heart starts stalling.
Kiss me while our minds are blending.

Kiss me at the peak of a mountain.
Kiss me at the ocean shore.
Kiss me at the drinking fountain.
Kiss me at the prison door.

Kiss me everywhere,
In any place,
Kiss me anywhere,
Not just my face.

Kiss me now,
Or kiss me tomorrow,
I don't care how,
It removes all sorrow.

Just kiss me here,
And kiss me forever.
I need you dear,
To kiss me however.
Written 12-7-14
Dark Jewel Jul 2014
Today is a day of darkness...
Many do not see,
The tears that fall.
They feel pain and agony,
When death hath cursed thee.
My family dies one by one,
Where they go to the gates,
Of Heaven or Hell,
Do they make haste.
I fear the time of pain,
Has returned with reign.
For another one is on the way.
Their death will be celebrated,
For they hurt no more.
They dance, sing.
Within the storm.
February twenty-third,
Rest in the peace.
Grandmother the third.
I hope you are joyous,
Behind the gates of light.
You will return one day,
To take another way.
For I fear she is next.
My Aunt, Your friend.
She will have rest,
No more pain, no sorrow.
Just pure happiness,
When she takes her last breath,
Leaving us behind in nest.
She will return after you,
To take another kin,
One day after her death.
It shalt sting.
Requiescat en Pace...
Riya Walia Apr 2014
It would be much too dangerous to talk about
Or remember at all
That night

A piercing scream from behind
A clatter of fallen crockery on the floor
Crimson fills the apron she wore
I do not yet think to ask how or why
My heart beats a silent cry
I kneel beside to feel her warmth
All I feel are empty eyes slice into my soul

My eyes look over the pool of red
Gathered by the drops her body shed
But for the blood, she can be lost in dreams
I think, as I imagine her pale in peace
Grabbing a mop
I cleanse her of the damaging dye
Her body now remains uncoloured, untainted
Of that which still inflames her quintessence
She's been marked, I realise
In an irreparable scarlet
All action, all words- scattered on the tiles
Lying broken and futile

— The End —