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jrae Mar 2021
She was the girl
with the crooked smile
who had great plans, big dreams
for everyone but herself -
who kept change in her pocket
for the old woman
on the side of the road
and for the child
leaning over the edge
of the fountain
smiling at the pennies
that had sunk
heavy with hope
along with the empty wishes
they were supposed to make true.
She was the girl
with the copper eyes
twinkling
teaming with life,
the girl who was too lovely, too young
to die.
june ivy Feb 2021
The light shines through the windowpane
and I start to melt, I scream in pain
Hello? help, I can't do this again
Shut the curtain, I'm alone again
Sizzled and fried, I think I just died
How does it feel to still be alive?
My lungs are the only thing that's left
Slowly rising and falling in a ****** mess

How does it feel to still be alive?
Stop crying
Goodmourning

My heart skips beats when I can't sleep
My eyes strain red
I shot myself in the head
This hole in my brain makes me think I'm insane
Watch me laugh it off again
Syrup pours out but it's not very sweet
So I'll hand you the gun, tell you, "copy me."
Outcasts in hysteria hold onto our feet

How does it feel to still be alive?
How does it feel to join the dark side?
Stop crying
You're dying
Goodmourning
Minnie Chuer Feb 2021
I cried in your absence time after time
But when the beginning of the end came there was nothing but fire
Raging through a forest of felled trees
Scorching what little was left
Perhaps what is needed is one final rainfall
If only you hadnt poisoned the water
Hard to mourn a friendship that gave you so much trauma huh
Anemone Feb 2021
In the wake of destruction
How do you feel?
In the wake of destruction
It suddenly is real

One slip of a wheel
Started this whole ordeal
I would give anything to have my friend back

But I know that it’s done
What has been done
Cannot be undone

And in the wake of destruction
How do you feel?
And in the wake of destruction
It suddenly is so very real

Please turn back the clocks
Please let the time go back
Please bring my friend back

He was so kind
And smart, though he didn’t show it
He was good at sports
But he didn’t seem to know it

And I knew him so well
So many things I wish I could just tell him

And in the wake of destruction
How do you feel?
In the wake of destruction
It suddenly feels so very, real
Isabella Feb 2021
An evening full of bliss
Dreams and infatuation blooming
Laughter and confidence radiating
Such an evening only results in a morning full of sorrow
As you mourn the loss of feeling alive
A feeling which only sparks but once every season
:/
She needs a hare to fill the missing blocks
She needs a guide to help avoid the flock
A lover a reminder that’s she’s never alone
A comedian to get a laughter’s loan
A sick Santa to not gift tears on missed birthdays
A lullaby to swift sleepily from yesterday
She needs a hare to brush as mom rides the highs
A hairy being when no human beings is neigh

A fat hare eating rabbit food like her skinny dad
A big cheeks hare like his cheeks when mad
A friend for the bereaved until his death clarify
She needs a hare to stop her from asking why.
I wish i had a hare to comfort me when my dad left and never came back. Honestly it feels like his dead because i will never see I’m again
irinia Jan 2021
The mourning is
about it never being
the way I needed
it to be.

My life itself a
disturbance of mourning

Stands in my life. Before me. The
dead girl under the bed
her skin transparent as mine

disappears. I come out
and there is no mother. Sometimes
she appears and there is no telling what
attracts her warmth. Approaches and departs.
Becomes desire,
the loot of her mourning.

Empty womb pillow. I am not
enrapt. Its’ tufts flap my fringe.
Behind me, at my sides
stands mourning.

I have only to be busy with your burial.
Sharpening flint to a pillar
pile to a mound
and turn from it.

It is gone
forever.
And I am.

By Noa Vardi, M. D.
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