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#deceased
The buried people are present in the silence -- rustling in the wind.
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Jun 2, 2023
Jun 2, 2023 at 3:39 AM UTC
[ The buried people ]
The day of the year From past times, where we traditionally commemorated the deceased. Where witches, ghouls, and minons are Participating in the festivities   Deciding between tricks and treats. The night filled with mystery, magic and superstition A character from disney or nickelodeon Might, go to extremes just to get your attention. BOO. Gotcha! _Happy Halloween_
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Oct 31, 2022
Oct 31, 2022 at 9:49 PM UTC
Happy Halloween.
Tonight, I met the winter breeze, She flew as if a body deceased.. She told me stories of the past, And talked about fories of the vast.. We were meeting after long, So we sat there singing some old songs.. She still had many places to visit, The dates she left me all in digits.. I saw her go, My flaws followed so.. I was in a trance, Could not see her prance.. I was dreaming, When she was leaving.. And when she left, I got swept.. By the waves, In the caves.. I had died, And my body had been pried.. She came again, And took me in vain.. For my soul stayed, Where my dreams had been slayed..
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Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 12:26 PM UTC
The Winter Breeze
warning take heed, you are dying don't wait in watch, the sands fall, crack the hourglass and feel its grit, run it, betwixt your fingers brave the dim and unlit trails not as of yet marked frontiers still foreign but should you not, in your death let you find the peace you never distilled through life
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Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 9:19 PM UTC
A Wet
you wanna **** yourself so they put you where you'd rather die where the fluorescents hum and your life becomes eggshell, white with pills you're fed that make you emulate death and the dead eyes, that stare out but barely do they do and more oft, rarely too instead, they turn within and do as the dead
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Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 5:09 PM UTC
Asylum
Here I am The shadow of a man That never was.
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Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 1:05 PM UTC
Deceased and Disposed
The deceased piling up in battle, Enough blood to fill more than one barrel. Crows pillage the scene, Nibbling on their cuisine. From a distance you can hear them cackle.
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Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 12:09 PM UTC
The Apotheosis of War
It's an anniversary, The children are playing in the garden, The Sun is shining bright, On this day you walked toward me, For the rest of our life. The roses are in full bloom. Our friends and families gathered. In the Sun's warm glow, we partied in Paradise. On the day we walked on together, As Husband and Wife. In Paradise we built our kingdom. We thought it could last forever. But, the crystal light has faded. Now I walk alone. Each step, less sure, with every passing day. Our kingdom is no more but Paradise remains. With fond memories of years gone by, I remember. Solemnly and Sincerely I recall our vows. With roses from the garden, I kneel beside you now.
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Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 5:12 AM UTC
Anniversary
Black Death, loss, mourning in many Western countries White purity, rebirth in many parts of Eastern Asia Red honor, patriotism certain places Purple spirituality Other places Rainbow bright colors At the, wish of the diseased And yet, I'm sure there are more colors worn thought of representing these complex emotions impossible to capture No matter, how hard we try
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Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC
The Color of Death
Words are dead! there I said it words are dead the words in your head are in the past the words that you said will not last fireworks that attract the eye liar's words in the mind an explosion of language and then silence they do so much damage and cause violence chasing words feeling tiredness healing words are band-aids on the soul a soothing to the ears they're dropped in empty holes for who hears? who really listens? words are dead we have visions images of creation words are no salvation just pointers pointing to the infinite still they loiter words we can't forget we hold them to our chest like lifeless children we always do our best but the words **** them and now all that's left is dead... dead words.
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Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 8:04 PM UTC
Words Are Dead
i'm a dead girl with a little smile that's rotting from the sadness i'ma little dead girl trying my best to crawl since my legs are too weak to walk my face sunken in my eyes glazed over and grey i'm a dead girl that just wishes she can breathe again
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Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 8:07 AM UTC
dead girl
Professor, I know you can't read this anymore But I still want to tell this There were times when I almost gave up There were times when I had breakdowns But I don't want to disappoint you Thank you for all these years Thank you for all your guidance Thank you for supporting me all this time Tomorrow, I will officially graduate One hundred days after your passing I'm sorry I can't bring anything as gratitude But up there, you are proud of me, right? Please continue to guide me from now on.
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Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 9:35 AM UTC
To my deceased professor
You happen to fear no one Look what happened now You had a licensed gun To death you now bow A deceased material A so called psychopath So much of you unreal Yet no one measured your depth Surely you got unnoticed And took your own life Dear friend, you will be missed But your news is a rife I hope your soul rests in peace As your appreciation to people was less Do behave wherever you are, please And not create a forbidden mess On your casket, here I place a rose And pray solace to your soul today I do grief on your loss as we were close Sadly, in a very short time you went away... ©sim
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Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 10:30 PM UTC
To The Deceit : To The Deceased
A few days ago it was your birthday I was okay until I saw your comment, On my post for you 2 3 4 years ago. So long yet it hurts still Like it was yesterday. People used to always say, It'll  be okay, It'll get better. I believe but not today. Not on your birthday. On your birthday I'm not okay, I won't pretend I won't say I am. On your birthday, I just want to sit. I want to cry. Because no matter how old you grow Or the experience you sow, It hurts. To lose someone. Someone so close. Old or young, Neither fun. I wish you could be here. We got you a cake, Your name written beautifully on it, But you can't see it, Or eat it. So here's to you, For teaching me so much, Teaching me to be tough. For just your birthday, I won't be tough, I won't be okay
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Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 10:55 AM UTC
A Birthday For You
I wonder sometimes do even you care My whole entire life have you been there? Watching my every move and guiding me Or are you judging me and laughing at my stupidity You're probably in heaven thinking "Who is he?" Yet you're flying free And I'm grounded like I can't watch tv I'm mentally sick and I hide it by smiling But I ponder on what you'd say to me If anything at all Do you like movies? Do you play basketball? Do you like cookies? Can you cook? Can you draw? Just some questions I want answered Are you a good dancer? Are you like me someone who doesn't know their place? And wouldn't see it even if it was right there in their face Someone who feels alone in a crowded room And can only ponder about their own doom And how the essence of life is in fact pointless Or are you an optimist? An opportunist with unlimited confidence Who can work a room like a ********** or a con artist How do you feel about the institutes and the school system? If you were given life what would have been your mission? I bet you're just as lost as I am from every angle But I still love you, fly high my miscarried guardian angel
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Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 3:43 AM UTC
Dear Guardian Angel
Spirits do not affect me now.
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Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 12:03 AM UTC
Goodness
My father’s watch, I notice stopped. His movement ceased to turn the cogs, that spin the gears, which move the dials, that give the promise of a while.   The watch now mine, but still it’s stopped. It sits inside a precious box. The frozen hands, my father still, his whispered breath, his secrets kept. Regret, regret.   One day ready to wear that watch, I’ll move the gears, start time again, in good knowing the hour I’m stood will come to be, eventually.
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Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 8:09 AM UTC
Father's Watch
Within my darkened hour I lay upon my bed and cower Waiting on the Grim Reaper to devour I was waiting on that darkest beast But Death wisps in and gently sealed my lips with a kiss of sweet release And I become one of the blessed deceased
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Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC
Sweet Release
She gave me a deformed M&M; and said “Here.  It’s just like you.” I took it and ate it, before she could take it back. I savored every little bit of the blue candy coating and decided it tasted the same as the rest. The same as the “normal” ones. She proceeded to give me a handful of differently colored M&Ms; and I tasted each one.  They all tasted the same.  The same as the deformed one. She then gave me a broken and cracked M&M; and said
 “Here.  Just like you.” I nodded and smiled as I once again took the candy, knowing that this one would taste the same as the others. Upon thinking more about these strange, chocolate candies I remembered the M&Ms; that rested in a glass jar atop my grandpa’s kitchen fridge. They were the same as the deformed, broken, and regular ones now, yet whenever he snuck us a small handful of those little, chocolate candies they tasted better.  Special. If only his hands could reach down from heaven now.
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Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 11:34 PM UTC
M&M's
Look at them noticing me, I think they finally see through the dark of me, the demon inside. I was beginning to believe I was living. Possibly breathing But I was dreaming, thinking they'd see me. They believed me deceased
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Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
Noticeably Deceased
Death Is Not The End, But A New Beginning It is not the end, but a new beginning a place that is the ultimate in giving but a lifetime of attachment down here clouds our minds, thinking of it with fear The body replanted, with your soul finally released a new way of living, part of a group called deceased even though mentioning the word death causes fright it's a place promised to be a delight, yes, for the upright You're thinking how I can dare, mentioning death as a kindness but your fear is natural, and perhaps caused by your own blindness how would G-d, your Loving Creator, bring death upon you for naught perhaps it has a benefit for you, but something you were never taught The body is purged from sin, because our earth has this power to cleanse so by burying the body in the earth, we will then enable it to make amends if the soul is found worthy, after the day of judgement it will be redeemed to be reunited with a pure body, something you would never have dreamed Death, for the righteous, is then only the beginning, a harbinger for the ultimate bliss an indescribable happiness beginning with G-d, taking his loved ones with a Divine kiss thinking of death you no longer fear, because living a virtuous life you are now committed the greatest happiness awaits for you to experience, knowing you will surely be admitted
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
Death: The Greatest Kindness Bestowed on the Righteous
This man taught me everything, That I needed to know, But I never really listened, I thought I knew it all. He gave me love, Even when I really didn't want it, And he touched my life, In a way I cannot describe. He taught me right from wrong, And I can honestly say, The day he left, I wasn't that strong. I felt like there was no more fire, To ignite anymore, That the darkness won, Over my inner light. He will be missed dearly, Because he made a mark, On all of our hearts, His name written in permanent ink. For all those times I left it unsaid, I want to thank him. Thank him for being there for me, For being patient even when I made it difficult. It's hard to believe, That he is gone now, Somewhere where I cannot reach, But I am certain I will meet him again in Heaven. Because when tomorrow starts without him, Don't think we're far apart. For every time I think of him, He's right here in my heart.
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC
For My Dad...
I have a cemetary inside. No fences. Bodies are layered East, west, north, south. Legs and arms wrap my organs, Squeezing sideways, lengthways And diagonally. Dates are heartstones Chiselled in my brain. They arrive unexpectedly, Some from places I've not visited, And stay. It's crowded, They keep coming. I've flowers and meditations as well, And sit quietly amidst the noise And visit.
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Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
Carry That Weight.
Footsteps outside your door You hear them like a roar Getting louder and louder The thing comes nearer You feel helpless Afraid Of the thing behind your door Will your life come to it's end? Is tonight the night? Or, maybe It's your wife? Your children perhaps? All deceased By your hand Shaking before Your hand ceased Like a nightmare You're unable to move Frozen by the site of... Something You can't believe You force something out Almost incomprehensible "No.... Who are you?" "Why, Daddy.... It's me"
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Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
Re-Awakening