#condolences
Babe tell what's wrong with me
Voices pierce my skull
I pray to god that hell help me
I guess I'm wrong
They say gods actually helping me
What's going on
Seems like the devils on my shoulder while gods in my mental
Used to be a opioid adduct used **** with Norco
Hearing voices at night telling me wrong not right
But its right to be wrong but wrong to be right But that's all too political right
Whites killing blacks than blacks killing whites
School shootings Got parents paranoid when they say
Mom i promise I'll be fine
Were all god's children why do we got to fight
Another topic why do women not have rights
School taught us from a early age
My body my rights
So why are politics
Saying abortions' are just no right
When a parent isn't ready they are not ready
Save the child abuse, emotion abuse
The therapy and pills that consume
Otherwise there be more caskets
Than baby shower baskets
In our life
I'm sorry for every one struggling with abuse/racism/sexisms'/and to all the parents that lost their children in the school shootings. My condolences go to you… I'm sorry
Sep 2, 2022
Sep 2, 2022 at 11:05 AM UTC
Today, I remembered
yesterdays' rain "comin' down on a sunny day"
then suddenly "nothing else matters"
when you ask the piano man to "sing me a song"
as "I listened, to the wind, the wind of my soul"
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 5:36 AM UTC
Tragedy bestows the widowed sufferer.
Lustered in the cause of sheer beauty,
forlorn masks are shared generously.
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 8:54 PM UTC
Everything around us shines like a diamond,
But we are trap in a quagmire of cons.
Nepotism, Conspiracy and Conspicuous consumption,
Has chain our real life and precious redemption.
Trapped in fear and others overpower,
A slave we are at our back, nothing is clear.
What happened to this world that was once so dear
We are no longer our own master but just someone's gear.
As days, weeks, months and years roll by
Hoping for a change one day while we thrive.
Never will it happened in this life
Unless we really open our eyes.
While they were smiling and in a lifeline,
We never understood what's behind their minds.
And now when their photos remain just a shrine
We see their real talent and act like we are so kind.
Stop pretending like you care now when they're gone.
What's done can never be undone.
Posting condolences now and mourn
Are so fake and have no place in a dustbin when they're thrown
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 9:29 AM UTC
The sweetness of this poison
offers its condolences.
What it doesn't known is
its strength is
what I ached
to acquire,
not its pity.
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 8:03 AM UTC
Dear, to whomever,
last parting gift of gratitude
lips press against seal
to whomever,
this piece of wretched heart
is easily teared apart
to whomever,
it may not be your concern
but hold me close
As this is my last piece of comfort
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 7:15 PM UTC
how death can be so beautiful to one
bringing peace
and joy
freedom from this world of hell
this illusion death gave
to ease one's suffering
he desired it so much
that he killed himself
blossoms bloom as the Rose's petal make mess
the greediness of the boy
may have given him a new world to dance
but everything comes with a price
a sin was committed upon his death
a whole new world of pain
and emotional suffering
brought to those who surrounded
the withering, red Rose
for they wanted it to grow with them
instead they weeped for the deceased
and crowded around their friend
his family losing mentality
as they stare at the gun the corpse was holding
chaos brewed
cataclysm loomed
"what happened to our beautiful creation
did i not try hard enough
the kids are crying
im crying"
"why."
mother stares at son
then his petals
his beautiful petals
im sorry
knife at the table
wanting to justify her unjust actions towards him
and make it all even again
so then maybe
he can
forgive her
and another beautiful flower
loses its petals
to the grand illusion
of death.
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 1:14 AM UTC
Condolences to self,
you don't know this
but life is false.
Weaponized tears
will solidify a heart,
eyes will gaze coldly.
Condolences to self,
for you were your
own enemy.
You never knew that your
kindness was always
a downfall to this place.
Condolence to self,
but if your reading this,
you only have yourself to blame.
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 7:28 AM UTC
So many memories they tend to cloud my mind
Smells of the food cooking in the kitchen
Family gathered— ready and at attention
So many memories they tend to cloud my mind
I remember when we used to play in the park
I remember when our Grandma told us to be in before dark
So many memories they tend to cloud my mind
Sounds of laughter at Christmas time
I remember when we used to wait up for Santa
We were threatened with pepper in the eyes
Remember that?
Scared into sleepiness because our young minds didn’t know any better
With the morning sun, we rise and shine to open presents together
So many memories they tend to cloud my mind
I remember these memories represented our close knit bond
People grow
People change
I guess it’s naivety to think it would forever stay the same
It’s the memories we cherish and should hold them close
Keeping the people near and dear that we love the most
Because there will come a time when the reaper must stake his claim
We never invite him, but it doesn’t matter because he already has the name
He may come in quick or take his time, but when he comes it leaves us blind
Blinded by hurt
Blinded by pain
Blinded by the fact we will never see our loved one again
Blinded by the new memories of a new type of hurt—a new type of pain
Then the memories overflow and fill the frontal lobe-the part of the brain where memories and speech are controlled
You become speechless because you become filled and overwhelmed with the loss
Family comes together to comfort each other
You haven’t seen some in years—it’s been so long since you’ve seen them you want to burst out in tears.
Kids have grown and don’t look the same
So handsome and beautiful, but you don’t remember their names
That’s how long—how long it’s been
Again, it’s a shame.
You ask, “Why does it take death to bring the family together again?”
Then, in an instant, tears begin to form in the wells of your eyes
You realize how things have really changed and you don’t quite understand why
So many memories they tend to cloud my mind
I remember that there is a need to change the timeline
I remember when I decided to finally say
Don’t let the family, your blood, fade away
Embrace each other
Love each other
Motivate each other
Cherish each other
Protect each other
Keep each other
Continue to make memories—no matter how old we get
Make sure the family remains close knit
Yep, so many memories they just tend to cloud my mind
Family should always be together—until the end of time.
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 8:03 AM UTC
Beware of falsehoods
That's what the cards told me
Now the curtain is rising
And it's not pretty to see
The bridges are long gone
But the evil still breeds
What's going to happen to us and me?
Where is our Shepherd
When we need him dear?
Isn't there much more to life
Than just blood and tears?
A hot steel rhino
Drowns a city in its screams
What's going to happen to them and me?
The accursed notebook
Earns its stars and stripes
The eagle is grounded
While the magpies take flight
A young grim reaper
Brings his scythe to a sheen
What's going to happen to him and me?
Here lies Jonny Boy
And his fall from grace
All his strings are breaking
And he realizes too late
Forgive me Claudine
For the bitterness I keep
What's going to happen to you and me?
Brains are frying
And hearts are spilled
The more we hurt now
The longer it takes to heal
Have I still a long way
Before I lay down and sleep?
What's going to happen to all and me?
Where are you now, dear Shepherd?
Can you hear me?
Can we save ourselves?
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 6:05 PM UTC
Don't fret if heaven has her now.
Don't be saddened that she isn't around anymore.
Instead, be happy she's in a better place;
Won't she like seeing you sad?
It's true that life may be a cruel thief,
Stealing everything and everyone we love,
But none in this is world is ever so perfect;
We all will feel that way one day.
They'd say Hell's empty,
Since all of the demons are roaming around.
It's true, indeed;
Yet for a reason, it is so.
Never be rash to those with blackened hearts,
Never be rash to life that caused you to suffer,
Never be rash to doubt the faith you hold on to;
Everything happens for a reason.
Think of it this way:
She has fulfilled her duties,
She has fought valiantly for every second of her time;
She, has been a warrior.
Chastise me for not feeling this way before,
I simply speak what my mind and heart shouts.
I may be from the other side of the world;
But I'm still just a person comforting another.
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC
I saw a clear black line
the other day
It was as grim as their pale faces
their blank expressions
reflected the missing person
the one whose story as met its end
I stood there across from their tears
and wondered, to what caliber of sympathy
does my heart ally with theirs
Their shoes were too black to fit
their faces where too apathetic to confront
It was black in all sense of the color
it was grim, even nature felt the emptiness
I stood there, I noticed
that humans and their emotions
are as distinguished
as their features
Sympathy is just a term
coined to soothe to comfort
but never truly felt
for my heart
will
never be like yours
nor
yours like
mine
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 5:17 AM UTC
People screaming, can't see it coming,
People questioning, Theories explaining,
Tears streaming, hearts breaking,
Memories are singing, dancing,
Hopes sinking, Prayers shining
The Indian Ocean let them in,
Drowning the souls, into a depth that the world couldn't imagine,
To a whole new life they begin,
This is something that the world had never seen
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC