#deat
my grave
is green
[ cracked with vines, overgrown with grass ]
rain trickles through the thin crevices
touching my withered bones
with forgetfulness
silent caress of the wind
over the old stone
swallowed by moss
whispering trees
bend over the marble
a lonely sign among the fields
hushed memory of the night
that once devoured the day
I placed my soul in wild birches
in a hidden grove
in wet moss and silent leaves
where no one can
k i l l m e a g a i n
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 2:29 PM UTC
Long dead the body rot, rats and worms lay cliam to the ***
Vultures feast and scavengers howl
Teeth and claw tare bone and bowel
Body reverts to dust once more
We sleep in graves made of la mort.
Dec 28, 2025
Dec 28, 2025 at 12:38 AM UTC
Once a death was enough to awake the sleeping souls,
Now bodies outspread in the gore,
Some snivel, some celebrate the victory,
Victory of won the war,
War; which is making us deadpan!
By: Nida Mahmoed
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 10:02 AM UTC
In the woods where light never penetrates
Where only the dark oak grows. Permeating
The air does the barks sap seep unto the
Surrounding never letting lights magnificence
Pierce its veil darkness in this place grows.
Black leaves as dark and rigid as coal, all
That land upon their veins where the light
Of life flourished was drank, Like an
Autumn leaf does this empty husk now
Cursed grey, gently slump greeting the floor.
In this darkened place of soulless sap,
Where leaves are black and veins feast
upon life. A glimmer of light floated
Above the canopy, a single breath of
Sunlight touching the core of a young
Sapling showing it the light banishing
The influence of darkness away.
As the little one grew where blades
Of raven tried to cut it down, shards
Now turned supple and green. Spreading
Life where only darkness loomed, The
Green leaves did reflect light unto the
Dark piercing into this mournful place.
It was but one in a crowd of many, but
That ray of sunlight every morning widening
Its energies, as grass grew greener in glazed
Darkened place. it was a beacon of life growing
Stronger everyday, and when all the leaves of
Raven black had fed their last, and life was in
Its place then this would be a day when sunlight
Shone banishing the darkness every single day.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 2:55 PM UTC
Slipping in & out of gravestones & tombstones,
She whispers words upon the carvings
Sleep,
Sleep,
Sleep
Well, in this slumber of death
You have earned this eternal rest
You were of the living but past to the dead,
You earned what eyes closed shut need
And that is rest.
Sleep,
Sleep,
Sleep
My still, motionless friends
For this is eternal this moment
That death gifted, never worry what
Happens as you now reside in the
Fields of
Stone,
Words,
Silence
Speak volumes, as tears fall like raindrops
Each misses that moment
But know it has passed.
Rest in your bed of silk and wood
As she slips in & out of
Gravestones & tombstones, she speaks to the dead.
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC
*I Played cards with death,
He asked me to pick,
Pick what I said?
A card it shall teach you of life
I picked
One,
Then two,
Lastly three,
*Have you picked wisely
Death aske me,
King
*Queen,
Then the joker made three.
Who will live the longest?
Death pointed his ***** fingers,
I looked, thought who would it be,
I said the king or queen would be last
Death cold stare looked at me.
The king when visited
Did try to buy his life from death,
Death doesn't need gold you see
But I gave the king a coin
For the ferryman to take his soul.
I said the queen would be my second guess,
But again he looked coldly upon me,
She asked me to be her king
But I whispered I am the god of death
to be a king would be no use me.
She was taken again no use of gold
But I once again gave a coin .
It couldn't be the jester?
A creepy smile feel upon his face,
Death said, what is life with out laughter
I came for him, he made me laugh
He did an impression,
He impersonated me,
I laughed out loud,
I hadn't done that in
A million years.
So I told keep others laughing
I will give you and those extra years
But like all I will come for thee,
So the tale was told.
Laughter is a way to keep life going
But everyone will be visited,*
King,
Queen,
Jester
You and me
Just keep laughing it will add on years to your life.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC