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#coffin
His dry lips are smiling, I see life in those eyes; that died long ago His vocals, always lying Now talks about the truth of ages; advice for times to go. He is in joy; This man who suffered alive, Happily follows death's ploy. As if his soul is gonna revive. This man is not strange, A profound reason, in his smile. He will now meet her, of his age, Whose demise, he rejected in denial. How cruel she was She left him in hurry; Unable to mend death's laws, Her hopes, he could only bury.
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Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 9:00 AM UTC
Preaching Death
I am old my mind forgotten bury me in a soul shaped coffin I am silent my words unspoken bury me in a soul shaped coffin I am still my muscles wasting bury me in a soul shaped coffin I exist in twilight leaves have fallen naked and cold winter approaching my dance is over a tune stopped playing my silence filled with children laughing my last act a final curtain bury me in a soul shaped coffin
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Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 7:31 PM UTC
soul shaped coffin
This thing we built, Made from Death and Broken Dreams, I suppose it was doomed from the start, But I never expected it to carry you away from me, Across the boiling sea, As you sail away in your black ship, Eyes closed for good, It was supposed to carry me with you, But it took off too soon, And I'm left here with a bleeding heart, Wondering if you're enjoying the Next Life.
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Jan 8, 2025
Jan 8, 2025 at 10:05 PM UTC
Coffin
I live underground— with fiendish hands that reach through the dirt and mass, grasping at a sound. To their mile-wide gaze of white wall eyes, my lungs collapse, crumble and fold— taken in and out of sight. Through earthly glass, I am a broken con artist. My cries, a faux pas, my skin off-brand, while somewhere a heart beats, embodied. Amidst this push-pull throng, a long goodbye speaks to dead space, bearing dead weight down on the world— Commodify my breath. Call me sanctioned off. Ship me to the doorstep of a funeral home, where I can be buried again in my fever-hot coffin. One would call it a soul, forever dropping in— from the other side.
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Nov 1, 2024
Nov 1, 2024 at 7:33 AM UTC
Unidentified Heads On My Ceiling
I really-really-really wanna take you home, Tonight - tonight - yes, tonight. You would feel relaxed when you spend the night, With me in my bed - in my bed. I really-really-really make a promise to you this evening, Tonight be unlike any other you'd ever see. You would feel the joy when you spread your pretty smile, Watching me sink in my bed - in my coffin. First I'd kiss into your mind a termination signal, A signal which is mine. I promise it'd be painless and clean altogether, Death comes sooner. The blanket over us will be our gravestone, Tonight, yes, you try dying. Try dying tonight in peace and love, With me, in my bed - my escape. I promise to take you away to a realm, Tonight you'll enjoy dying. Die kissing the lips of immortality, With me in my bed - my abode.
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Jan 9, 2024
Jan 9, 2024 at 9:10 AM UTC
Take You To My Bed
Each emination, Hot as an inferno. The breath I let escape Burns before it boils, Serpent, tongue coil. The way you worked me; Nailed the coffin, spread the soil.
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Nov 3, 2023
Nov 3, 2023 at 12:21 PM UTC
Two-Zero, Seven-One
I wake with stone eyes that plaster tears through my crevices; petrifying my momentum. I'm stuck here perpetually, praying only to those who can't hear. I'm a stone wall; a mountain that passes no breeze. I solidify in this coffin waiting bitterly for a lovers kiss that will never come. for my worth isn't written on my lips; its plastered on my obituary.
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Oct 26, 2023
Oct 26, 2023 at 2:10 PM UTC
life as an agonized man
Everyone's alive are living a life like its forever When the owner knows the expiring date laughing often like we won't cry again Buying luxuries gadget like we are brave Buying expensive rides like they are only reason Building houses like they can move it Shopping expensively, oppressively Standing to some great feet, Being notorious. Your shadow lying on the floor giving warning, 6 feet is real Your breathe is been measured by the hours of time. The steps your feet takes is been counted. Your happy moments, frustrated moments, sad moments and winning moments are noted. Your life is designated to a specific death moment Equipped with some amount of people to attend. You won't know the person bathing you, No can't know the coffin carrier, You don't know anything. Anything you own is left behind The ant on the ground has power over you. You became a friend to the sand. A very long time friend missing you. Now you know who you are Actually nobody, The breathe of God gives Life Makes us somebody. Be good and be good Give even if it is your last Be happy when you do. Help even if not returned, don't make no harm Death is not the opposite of life, but part of it.
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Jul 13, 2021
Jul 13, 2021 at 6:31 AM UTC
Thin air
every instance I battle with the blue I want to sink into it, I don't wish to go through the demons, the razors, the dark, and the blood but it never matters what I want there's a deathly flood in the moments I'm supposed to be alive I am a corpse . . . I lie in my coffin I grieve in remorse max
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Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 12:16 PM UTC
the blue
Lives of the imagination Loves as well Are grieved more often With similar despair And greater melancholy Than those of the world As far as I can tell There's closure in a coffin It's to compare That is folly Those thoughts should be hurled Or invite damnation
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Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 11:10 PM UTC
The Others
I’m interested in a free trial to the south of soil. Just a free trial, you see... Resting for a while in the roots To avoid such crushing daily disputes.
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Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 10:13 PM UTC
Exhausted
Hammered the last Nail in my coffin From the inside sticking out For some unfortunate Future soles' finding
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Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 11:26 AM UTC
replaceable
A coffin came my way, They said, therein you lay; I could believe them nay, Until they said they could flay; Wild I went, I could not vent; The expression remaining, Before it started draining; I was no longer composed, I had to be dosed; You were ethereal, This had to be surreal; No enmity could matter, When everything had shattered; You had been battered, When you had me flattered; I can not apologise, You have been baptized; I seek not your forgiveness, I need not your liveness; For you’ll always be, Right here, in my heart; I woke up, to find you gone, For EVER in your zone.. I need not repent, For I have your scent; Your memories alive, Shall always thrive; You were one of a kind, Never out of your mind; It is not cowardice, For it requires courage; It shall not be despised, For it was your suffrage..
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Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 12:06 PM UTC
A Coffin
Dear ****** I made this lovely coffin Lined with beautiful red satin I crafted it perfectly Handmade especially for you I know you didn't ask for it But neither did I So what do you say, Fancy a nap?
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Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 11:48 AM UTC
Coffin
It's a long way to utopia so make sure to bring your coffin 8:37 PM 26/7/20
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Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 6:38 AM UTC
Haiku
My mind a cadaver of reflections. Decomposing within a coffin of white..
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May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 6:02 AM UTC
Dead Memories
Death came in the night, slinking in the shadows, weaving in and out of darkness and being stealthy and he rested on the man's chest. Death took cover in the blank black of night and breathed out an invisible net and caught, lives and took and stole Death came disguised as sleep and in the vulnerability he snatched away life and left the part he didn't need in the bed as a gift, a token He surrounded existence by his inevitable arms and strangled it, ****** it out. Death, he came quietly and like silent destruction, and scattered the lines of connection, for the dead, and for the living. Except but he didn't come just at night. He came dancing through summer, enveloped in joy and white lilies, Tap dancing through the mess he created. Turning souls into memories. Death followed them to the beach, and spread his cloak in the warm sand, and ran in to the water after the boy and pulled him into his arms under the gentle waves then allowed him to float, lifelessly like a bouy He was erratic and unstoppable Transforming summer days at the beach into unspoken family grief, celebrated yearly the day that he swam with the boy. Death sipped a cool drink and waited, for what to take next. He sat patiently at the pool, with open arms and a ticket with a name on it. He was impulsive and careless. Death sang a song and they danced to it, each step deadlier than the next until they stood at his feet dressed in white covered in permanence. He followed around with his cart waiting to pluck the next one from their line and to leave behind distorted and collective grief set in a bed of white silk in a casket Death never slept, but decided which costume to wear. he had many, for every occasion. But on her day, He dressed as an errand run disguised as a daily task to the store he invited his friends; accident and collision and told them to wait at the traffic light and when they saw him, they ran to meet him in the middle. And embraced each other, leaving a mangled ball of assorted metals behind. with crimson splashes, strewn clothes and full stops and they laughed and he carried his 5 tokens and left behind his signature, locked the box of their future then swallowed the key. And he didn't look back as he danced beautifully
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Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 4:00 PM UTC
Death Danced Beautifully
Death came in the night, slinking in the shadows, weaving in and out of darkness and being stealthy and he rested on the man's chest. Death took cover in the blank black of night and breathed out an invisible net and caught, lives and took and stole Death came disguised as sleep and in the vulnerability he snatched away life and left the part he didn't need in the bed as a gift, a token He surrounded existence by his inevitable arms and strangled it, ****** it out. Death, he came quietly and like silent destruction, and scattered the lines of connection, for the dead, and for the living. Except but he didn't come just at night. He came dancing through summer, enveloped in joy and white lilies, Tap dancing through the mess he created. Turning souls into memories. Death followed them to the beach, and spread his cloak in the warm sand, and ran in to the water after the boy and pulled him into his arms under the gentle waves then allowed him to float, lifelessly like a bouy He was erratic and unstoppable Transforming summer days at the beach into unspoken family grief, celebrated yearly the day that he swam with the boy. Death sipped a cool drink and waited, for what to take next. He sat patiently at the pool, with open arms and a ticket with a name on it. He was impulsive and careless. Death sang a song and they danced to it, each step deadlier than the next until they stood at his feet dressed in white covered in permanence. He followed around with his cart waiting to pluck the next one from their line and to leave behind distorted and collective grief set in a bed of white silk in a casket Death never slept, but decided which costume to wear. he had many, for every occasion. But on her day, He dressed as an errand run disguised as a daily task to the store he invited his friends; accident and collision and told them to wait at the traffic light and when they saw him, they ran to meet him in the middle. And embraced each other, leaving a mangled ball of assorted metals behind. with crimson splashes, strewn clothes and full stops and they laughed and he carried his 5 tokens and left behind his signature, locked the box of their future then swallowed the key. And he didn't look back as he danced beautifully
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Your insecurities will rot you inside out. And when your corpse comes begging for forgiveness, I shall be nailing the last nail to the coffin.
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Jan 28, 2020
Jan 28, 2020 at 10:55 PM UTC
Nails.
In every ray of sun, I pray to bask in your glory to hum my story. My petty little story... With every breath I welcome death your cold hug your final tug. With my petty little body... Cover my eyes to see the final sunrise underneath the mass that you let pass above my petty little bed...
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Jan 26, 2020
Jan 26, 2020 at 4:48 PM UTC
My petty little bed
# *Where have I been? Why have* NOT I been here? It's a reason, an answer, not simple or clear Pause and stop for a moment and try to explain as I drift off into the expanse of my brain Sort of been in a lull Kind of stuck in a rut No ambition; desire Don't want to do much I’ve been lacking consistency; without consensus Once driven and disciplined Vanished; off they went Some time I’ve chased after without much success If by chance I recaptured; escaped and they left Once entrenched qualities; have transformed into bubbles Their memories - a dream As my life turns to rubble A child I am chasing frantically after while further each drifts out of reach as they scatter Ask, "Where have I been?" More like, "Where am I now?" ‘Cause I live in a world with a hovering shroud No persistence of rain More an absence of sun There's no presence of pain But is vacant of fun Putting paper with pen Situation is clear Like a therapy session Pull curtain; I peer Psychotherapy works Hidden things can appear Driven crazy; berserk, like a ship you can't steer A continuous game, one that can not be won Somewhat hard to explain Like a program that's run Piece of clothing that's stained Been there since time begun And no way to contain The past can't be undone Pulling at it you tear to remove all the faults but you never get near; locked away in the vault Bang away at the door Combination is lost Feel despondent, defeated, and just at a loss Where you give up all hope There’s no way you can win Sinking down to the bottom It ends and begins… - - - Here alone in the darkness, at first, you’re afraid and wallow in pity this “mess” you have made While confined in a box It’s a self-given coffin; recluse who’s closed off Made a space can’t get lost in You wither and rot in this counterfeit grave Also, time to reflect on the choices you’ve made Loneliness not a friend; Solitude can be one Introspective - a teacher A valuable one Near impossible to fix what can not be seen Not the visible lines but what’s hidden between Archaeologist digging deep down in the dirt Resurrecting the fossils of buried down hurt Everyone has a closet with skeletons in They are not all the same in their size or within But ignoring and locking away never works You must ***get your hands ***** and dig in the dirt Facing demons or sitting in darkness for most conjures feelings of horror like seeing a ghost Though denial feels warm like it might be a friend Just like 'Brute', it stabs in the back in the end So, if life’s got you down then it’s time to get up I’m not saying it’s easy Dig down and get tough It is known that the night’s darkest right before dawn In the moment you’re weakest you’ll soon become strong Like a pendulum swing or the changing of seasons When pushed to extreme then it just goes to reason A rebounding force very soon will attack And all battle ground lost; rightfully taken back When you’ve given up hope; just about to give in At the end of your rope Feel it’s time to say “when” Meditate into silence; cut everything out Hear that voice from inside with a WARRIOR shout! If you listen the universe will direct you It has knowledge and one most important of clues Like the phase of the moon or the flow of the tides there’s a cyclical pattern all things must abide When the mountain top’s reached, one can only go down You can swim at the beach ***or give up and then drown*** Everything ebbs and flows It’s the nature of all So remember this lesson when you’re feeling small When that final point’s reached, only one way to go Now get back on your feet! With this knowledge you know You will be hurt no more ‘cause that time’s "come and gone" In the darkness no more Now it’s time for the dawn! #
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Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 3:43 AM UTC
Where Have I Been?
# *Where have I been? Why have* NOT I been here? It's a reason, an answer, not simple or clear Pause and stop for a moment and try to explain as I drift off into the expanse of my brain Sort of been in a lull Kind of stuck in a rut No ambition; desire Don't want to do much I’ve been lacking consistency; without consensus Once driven and disciplined Vanished; off they went Some time I’ve chased after without much success If by chance I recaptured; escaped and they left Once entrenched qualities; have transformed into bubbles Their memories - a dream As my life turns to rubble A child I am chasing frantically after while further each drifts out of reach as they scatter Ask, "Where have I been?" More like, "Where am I now?" ‘Cause I live in a world with a hovering shroud No persistence of rain More an absence of sun There's no presence of pain But is vacant of fun Putting paper with pen Situation is clear Like a therapy session Pull curtain; I peer Psychotherapy works Hidden things can appear Driven crazy; berserk, like a ship you can't steer A continuous game, one that can not be won Somewhat hard to explain Like a program that's run Piece of clothing that's stained Been there since time begun And no way to contain The past can't be undone Pulling at it you tear to remove all the faults but you never get near; locked away in the vault Bang away at the door Combination is lost Feel despondent, defeated, and just at a loss Where you give up all hope There’s no way you can win Sinking down to the bottom It ends and begins… - - - Here alone in the darkness, at first, you’re afraid and wallow in pity this “mess” you have made While confined in a box It’s a self-given coffin; recluse who’s closed off Made a space can’t get lost in You wither and rot in this counterfeit grave Also, time to reflect on the choices you’ve made Loneliness not a friend; Solitude can be one Introspective - a teacher A valuable one Near impossible to fix what can not be seen Not the visible lines but what’s hidden between Archaeologist digging deep down in the dirt Resurrecting the fossils of buried down hurt Everyone has a closet with skeletons in They are not all the same in their size or within But ignoring and locking away never works You must ***get your hands ***** and dig in the dirt Facing demons or sitting in darkness for most conjures feelings of horror like seeing a ghost Though denial feels warm like it might be a friend Just like 'Brute', it stabs in the back in the end So, if life’s got you down then it’s time to get up I’m not saying it’s easy Dig down and get tough It is known that the night’s darkest right before dawn In the moment you’re weakest you’ll soon become strong Like a pendulum swing or the changing of seasons When pushed to extreme then it just goes to reason A rebounding force very soon will attack And all battle ground lost; rightfully taken back When you’ve given up hope; just about to give in At the end of your rope Feel it’s time to say “when” Meditate into silence; cut everything out Hear that voice from inside with a WARRIOR shout! If you listen the universe will direct you It has knowledge and one most important of clues Like the phase of the moon or the flow of the tides there’s a cyclical pattern all things must abide When the mountain top’s reached, one can only go down You can swim at the beach ***or give up and then drown*** Everything ebbs and flows It’s the nature of all So remember this lesson when you’re feeling small When that final point’s reached, only one way to go Now get back on your feet! With this knowledge you know You will be hurt no more ‘cause that time’s "come and gone" In the darkness no more Now it’s time for the dawn! #
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There’s a coffin buried inside of me, Boxing the bones of a child. Whispering a temptation to me, Killing every part of me. Creeping behind like a shadow, That no longer belongs to me. There is something here controlling me, I am not alone in my own body. Drop down a ****** for me to climb into. Open up my old womb, And breathe life into the new. Let me eat your human sacrifice, So I can gain a new life. Wash this evil beneath my skin, So I can start all over again. I am dying everyday Slowly slipping away. Sinking lower than low, This is my new low.
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Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 5:44 PM UTC
Low
I can’t bear to watch your coffin kiss the ground. I’m begging you, ring the bell— please just make a sound
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Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 11:28 PM UTC
Kiss The Ground