#deceased
The buried people
are present in the silence --
rustling in the wind.
Jun 2, 2023
Jun 2, 2023 at 3:39 AM UTC
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_
Oct 31, 2022
Oct 31, 2022 at 9:49 PM UTC
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..
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 12:26 PM UTC
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
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 9:19 PM UTC
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
Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 5:09 PM UTC
Here I am
The shadow of a man
That never was.
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 1:05 PM UTC
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.
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 12:09 PM UTC
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.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 5:12 AM UTC
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
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC
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.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 8:04 PM UTC
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
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 8:07 AM UTC
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.
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 9:35 AM UTC
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
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 10:30 PM UTC
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
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 10:55 AM UTC
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
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 3:43 AM UTC
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.
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 8:09 AM UTC
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
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC
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.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 11:34 PM UTC
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
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
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
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
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.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC
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.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
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"
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC