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#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
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Sep 2, 2022
Sep 2, 2022 at 11:05 AM UTC
Problems
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"
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Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 5:36 AM UTC
His Favorite Songs
Tragedy bestows the widowed sufferer. Lustered in the cause of sheer beauty, forlorn masks are shared generously.
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Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 8:54 PM UTC
Tragedy
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
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Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 9:29 AM UTC
Lifeline
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.
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Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 8:03 AM UTC
Sweet Poison
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
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Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 7:15 PM UTC
To Whomever,
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.
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Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 1:14 AM UTC
why
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.
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Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 7:28 AM UTC
Condolences To Self
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.
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Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 8:03 AM UTC
So Many Memories
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.
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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?
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Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 6:05 PM UTC
Where Are You, My Shepherd (23rd of March)
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.
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Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC
For the Stranger Who Lost His Sister
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
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Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 5:17 AM UTC
Black
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
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC
Tragedy