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requiEM Jan 2017
"4) you're beautiful, both in and out. That's hard to come by. You're a gift to the world. Treat and view yourself as such and nothing less."

I struggled. You made me a list. You counted them out. You told me. 1 - 10. 4 broke me. 10 healed me. repeat.

"10) remember reason number 4. It's the most important one."


please always remember reason number 4. Tattoo it on the backs of your eyelids, write it every day 100 times, learn it in every language.
requiEM Jan 2017
Find my love and
Find my thoughts
I've left them for you to find
In my favorite song
At that movie theater
In your car
In your messages
In my breath
Find me. Please. I'm waiting.

ps
I cannot be there all the time.
I cannot tell you all the time.
But you are the world.
Find me in yours.
requiEM Jan 2017
I'm not tryna interfere, I'm just really down

Until you ground me, you sow your seeds, plant roots in me. 
You water me with sweat, you cover me in ***** words, you shower me in love, make me feel human for once.


I’m not tryna interfere, I’m just really down

I can’t leave now, you’ve rooted me, straight into the ground.
Macy Opsima Sep 2016
i never knew cold was a color
until i saw your eyes
a pair of globes that once
displayed my home
but now they look like foreign planets
and i dont know you anymore.

we chant that winter is coming
every night in front of the tv
but i was so stupid to realize that that was a subliminal message
for the emptiness that you'll soon offer me.
you said you're with me every step of the way
but why are you taking the opposing path?
you always spilled flowers
out of your mouth
but lately all you ever grow
are mold & bugs
and i just dont know you anymore.

and i'll slip & press
the flowers that you gave me
into the notebook infused with poems you caused
then i'm gonna hold on
to every bit of you
that i still have.
Steven Forrester Jan 2011
Have you ever watched a galaxy fall apart?
Have you ever felt you had a shriveled black heart?
Have you ever seen the colder side of life?
Have you grown up in poverty and strife?
Have you ever wished to end things upon a knife
Or were you one of the lucky ones?
Sometimes
I find
I cant deny
The pain
And the fury
The rain
Makes things blurry
Eyesight clouded by the latter
When you realize
Your mind has shattered
(c) Steven Forrester- From Diary of an Ominous Mind
Daisy Arcos Jan 2016
I saw you in my dreams last night
As your body laid there cold and quaking
The doctor robed in decrepit shadows
Whispered to me, “wishes do come true.”

Your hands were pale and fragile
Like a thousand crumpled paper cranes
A thousand torn up love letters
A thousand rewritten apologies

So I gently folded them into mine
Hoping to give them back their true form
Reshaping your joints to familiar angles
The ones my own hands knew best

I studied the rise and fall of your chest
Encumbered with each painful breath
Your body and soul danced with demise
To the sound of the monitor keeping time

Then a disembodied voice rattled my sanity
A forgotten melody that once haunted me
“I cheated death for far too long
to let you be the one that stops my heart’s beating”

I could not reply, lacking the proper answer
Overcome with remorse and eager to end the torment
I hurriedly traded heartbeats with you
And felt my pulse shudder and stammer

My new heart’s cadence slowed then ceased
Suddenly missing the rib caged rhythm
An epiphany of the words I desperately needed
Became perfect, cohesive, articulate, whole

But the room fell silent and my voice fell short
Only the sigh of my last breath lingered
And my unsung requiem remains
*L’esprit de l’escalier
Based on a reoccurring dream.
Brent Kincaid Jan 2016
What was it like
To be who I was
Before I became
Who I am now?
You want to know
The old, old story
All about the tale
Of when and how?

You know I was not
A member of nobility.
That is not a part
Of my ignoble history.
You know I was not rich
Because I have no gold.
So, what was I after all
In my days of old?

As I was no hero
Heralded in legend songs.
I was but a normal person.
Any praise would be wrong.
There are no carvings,
Friezes on marble walls.
No horde of loyal soldiers
Rally at my urgent call.

But I can leave life
Proud to say what is true.
I died without a penny
To any other person due.
I achieved most of my dreams.
I will say that with my last breath
Between my humble life
And my inglorious death.
Ely Averill Dec 2015
I was told to write this piece

For one who has lived a pure life

But what is the point of celebrating the dead

If the living have been forgotten

The children who are born to starvation

Born into the war

The women who are beaten

By their own husbands who drink



How about the silent samaritan

Who’s been selfless all his life

Does he not get commemoration

How can we ignore their cries

Their cries to be heard

To be acknowledged

To be loved



We shall all perish

Under our false gratitude of life

We will continue to proclaim the dead

And leave the living further into the dirt

Wondering why the world has come to this

When we are just too prideful to open our eyes



When we set aside our ego

only then will we will come to see the beauty

The beauty of life

Only then will we appreciate it

And instead of praising those who have passed

We will mourn not for their death

But cry tears of joy

For the wonderful life they’ve lived

And maybe

Just maybe

We may cry that the Earth has lost someone

Worth living for
Hannah Nov 2015
lying in a fortress of solitude
would you dare bare it all?
or you'd back out cause,
it will lead to your downfall?
hiding is your major flaw;
going in circles of self-perpetuating
frailties, you'll break like a straw

dear death, you are woe
with a scythe in disguise
inspirations: Zbigniew Preisner-Requiem for my friend
Mozart-Lacrimosa
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