#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.
Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 9:00 AM UTC
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
Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 7:31 PM UTC
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.
Jan 8, 2025
Jan 8, 2025 at 10:05 PM UTC
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.
Nov 1, 2024
Nov 1, 2024 at 7:33 AM UTC
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.
Jan 9, 2024
Jan 9, 2024 at 9:10 AM UTC
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.
Nov 3, 2023
Nov 3, 2023 at 12:21 PM UTC
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.
Oct 26, 2023
Oct 26, 2023 at 2:10 PM UTC
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.
Jul 13, 2021
Jul 13, 2021 at 6:31 AM UTC
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
Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 12:16 PM UTC
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
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 11:10 PM UTC
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.
Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 10:13 PM UTC
Hammered the last
Nail in my coffin
From the inside sticking out
For some unfortunate
Future soles' finding
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 11:26 AM UTC
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..
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 12:06 PM UTC
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?
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 11:48 AM UTC
It's a long way to
utopia so make sure
to bring your coffin
8:37 PM
26/7/20
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 6:38 AM UTC
My mind
a cadaver of
reflections.
Decomposing
within a coffin
of white..
May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 6:02 AM UTC
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
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 4:00 PM UTC
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.
Jan 28, 2020
Jan 28, 2020 at 10:55 PM UTC
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...
Jan 26, 2020
Jan 26, 2020 at 4:48 PM UTC
#
*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…
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-
-
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!
#
Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 3:43 AM UTC
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.
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 5:44 PM UTC
I can’t bear to watch
your coffin kiss the ground.
I’m begging you, ring the bell—
please just make a sound
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 11:28 PM UTC