I've heard artists always create more when they're in mourning.
I understand that now.

Your name will still go on as a legacy
You turned everyone’s dreams into a reality
You put out the stepping stones leading to success
You were the Walt to my Disney but only so much more
Every door that was closed by doubt was opened with your infinite outpouring of hope and love

My Momma told me this,
"Be strong for your Dad."
So I stood tall, strong for him.
The day Grandpa died.

I put on my snow pants,
I was just a kid,
And walked out into the cold.
Only then, I cried.

I walked alone, through snow.
I barely minded.
Everything was cold that day.
I thought about him.

Larry was a good man.
He liked photographs,
And  he taught me how to wink.
Grandma loved him much.

I walked quite far that day,
Before coming home.
I wanted to be alone.
I had to be strong.

On the day Grandpa died,
I didn't eat much.
But I stood tall for my dad.
The day his dad died.

Make love to the monsters under my bed
Hear the moans of the waking dead
I miss my scary dreams
Horrors, terrors, and screams
Instead I hear enigmatic speech
From a ghost, beyond a breach
Of sadness and sourness

today is a mourning day
black hurt rushing over me like skin
everything I could have said to you
crying out
“thank you”
“you taught me everything”
“I’m sorry.”
words cut me like teeth
I could have said this to you
I should have said it to you
while you were here
but I didn’t
and now
it is today
a mourning day
I’m crying not for myself
and what I should have done
but for you
there is no selfishness
here
anymore

In icy winds, the leaves rustle.
In whispers hoarse they lament
How the nights would soon be quiet;
They'd never again know spring's scent.

We struggle to die
Running right into life's trap
Racing with time ,
We want to grow up
No one to blame that's just us

We age and we differ
Our bones becoming weaker
Our skins lose the  glimmer
Our teeth have no holder
We look back onto the days we were young and merrier
No one to blame that's just us

We seek home in holes
Love ,lust and betrayal
Cries, laughs days pass on
History writen ,they say it lives on
Legends writen over our dry bones
No one to blame that's just us

We can't see these wonders anymore
The sky no longer embraces our world
6 feet deep it feels stone cold
Our souls in rest in the world unknown
As the recite these words on our tombstone
There's No one to blame that's just us

©mereidow

The Black Swan enchants the funeral march
Dancing on a mirror
I stand and watch from the mire
She is elegance and grace

The White Swan dispels the misery
With arrogance dire
He spreads his wings
And unfurls his lies

He speaks of heaven and paradise
Whilst black feathers condemned
To brimstone and hellfire
For death is evil

But the Black Swan
She dances on
The natural course of life
Is unto death, after all

I step onto the lake
Sinking into the aching feelings
With mud and water at my ankles
I stare out into the abyss

The swans dance
Like ballerinas
Eternal
And I break the mirror

Clean, pristine and without error
The still water breaks
Ripples and ripples
Natural discordance in the halcylon realm

I turn my back
On the funeral march
The dreary procession
Ignoring black wings

I turn myself
Onto the dancer before me
She smiles, serene,
And offers condolences

The Black Swan
And the White Swan
Continue their dance
And I continue my staring

Whitened by aged wisdom and wonder, you reminded me a lot of a dandelion: I’d see you here and there, a thing so full of mystery, only to be blown away into the next moment where our paths would cross once again.
Whether it were days, months, or years, I knew we’d see each other again.
A spirit so strong that it frightened my youthful being grew to be one that I held brought me to my knees in adoration. You taught me how to be loud, how scream at my timidness and make it cower in fear. You taught me that words are so much more than ink on paper, that they breathe, they are alive. You taught me how to command a room, that I deserve to be heard, and that, like nature, all I needed to thrive was a light.
You see, I’ve always took Dandelions for granted, because I knew that I would see them again one day, and then, there would always be another chance to make one more wish.
If I had known that our time would have been cut short, I would have made a wish for you.
My hands will plant what you gave me, your wisdom will grow a dandelion.
I will pluck you from the earth, I will let your love glide through the air, and I will make sure it spreads to every corner of the world.

Remember the long drives we used to take
down Pacific Coast Highway? The only road
worth traveling in the thick summer heat.
Pick your poison and wrap it in a palm leaf,
tell ourselves it's natural while we light it with a wick.