#died
I wrote about him,
The guy I loved with all my heart.
My hands moved on their own,
As if they knew something,
I don't.
But only if I was educated enough,
that writing it can bruise my heart.
As the words inked to the pages,
I couldn't realise,
I'm loosing him.
Only if knew about the curse,
Maybe I could save myself to be crushed.
I wish I could go back,
Stop myself from writing it all.
Just give me one chance,
I'll go back and fix it all.
I wish I never learned,
The art of words.
I wish I never wrote,
About my love.
Why the nip didn't break,
As I started to create.
Why the pages didn't torn,
As I wrote his name.
Why I didn't lost my art,
The words and metaphors,
Maybe I could save him.
Maybe if I hadn't write,
He could be still here,
Beside me,
Embracing me,
Loving me.
I wrote about him,
And curse snatched him.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 4:21 PM UTC
Who was I, really?
Just millions of cells,
a mass of flesh,
pulsating organs,
a structure of bones.
And now it is gone.
Was I only this?
No..
Now that I’m gone,
I live in your memories
I live as the daughter who tried,
who failed,
yet loved with all she had.
I live as the elder sister
who protected you at every turn,
who stood beside you through life’s storms.
I live as a best friend
who stayed awake through your midnight breakdowns,
Holding you together with trembling hand
I live as the friend
who was always proud of you,
Who clapped the loudest for you
I live as the lover
you once wrote poetry about
I live when you look at the moon
remembering me.
I live as a kind soul in the hearts of those I met
I live on the days
you find a character in a book or film
that feels painfully like me,
and a tear slips quietly down your face.
I live in the letters
with my messy handwriting.
I live along the sea shore where we watched sun set together
I live in the library corridors
we quest for books together
I live when you pause mid reading and your hearts ache for my company
I live in yellow roses,
because I loved them.
I live when you scroll to all the photos and videos of us together.
I live when you re-read the texts i sent you.
I live in the grief I left you with
It will pass.
The grief will be gone.
My memories will fade.
And I will live on
Just as a name scribbled on some marble stone ,
live on as rotted bones.
___Violetta
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 5:35 AM UTC
nailed to the day
upturned dreams
romantic thoughts
publicly crucified
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 5:11 AM UTC
i grieve for you
but you haven't died
you are alive
as much as i
we both live our separate lies
wishing something could reconnect our ties
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 10:31 PM UTC
Once I get close
It will be stripped away.
Deaths kiss has marked my lips
Now the words I speak taste like cyanide.
She stripped me of my senses & wears them like a hide.
Society raised us to admire trophies
yet as I sit on her shelf
I wonder if my dignity has died
-PM
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 10:56 PM UTC
my daughter wants a lift from work
she pays me with frangipanes and pasties
and tubes of sour cream Pringles
(half eaten)
my wife sleeps on the sofa
annoyed
I woke her to say I'm nicking her car
'cause the air con works
(mine doesn't)
dad is in the capable hands of the
undertaker
who are looking after him in the meantime
while I get documents and certificates
to say he died
but none say I was there
none say how much I hurt INSIDE
or how hard it is to pick up the keys
and give my own daughter
a lift home
(from round the corner)
as though it were any other day
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 5:06 AM UTC
I don't care anymore?
I'm not sure yet.
There's still a beat at my core.
Have we ever truly met?
I'm honestly sick
It's deep within my chest
I'm Love Sick
So sorry if I can't be my best
My hearts flame had died
And its gone ice cold
I just need time to apollogize
But every time I'd try it was left untold
Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 4:39 PM UTC
In the tapestry of life, we weave,
Threads of moments, hearts that grieve.
Many have died,
Leaving parts of themselves behind.
In the quiet whispers of the night,
Their essence lingers, soft and light.
More felt and understood, we find,
These moments shared, heart and mind.
With you, the veil of time does part,
Revealing truths within the heart.
Together, we embrace the past,
And find the love that ever lasts.
So let us cherish every breath,
For in each moment, life and death.
In the presence of a kindred soul,
We find the pieces that make us whole.
Jan 8, 2025
Jan 8, 2025 at 6:38 AM UTC
Little do they know that
I still sit here in my room
At night and cry myself
To sleep wishing that
You were here with me.
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 12:00 AM UTC
One day in 2021
I put on a dress for the last time
A part of me died
The part I've been trying to **** for years
I said goodbye to the "me" I was supposed to be but never was
One day is 2023
I said goodnight for what I thought would be the last time
A part of me died
The part that's been trying to **** me for years
I said goodbye to wishing I was someone I never was
Eventually, I said goodbye to the people who hated me for being me
Now I say hello to being free
Feb 22, 2024
Feb 22, 2024 at 11:33 AM UTC
I almost died the other day
And I came back to this place just to say
That you never know when it all can get taken Away
All your life's lessons suddenly play
like a highschool production through your mind's electric grey clay,
a mind managing to keep itself oxygenated enough to operate even as consciousness fades
A body lying there, blue as a mid summer's day, gasping
For breath, and for a chance to stay
Alive.
I woke up, having almost died the other day,
To a room full of strange faces, whose eyes all aimed my way.
A room full of strangers,
My vision regaining clarity,
I see equipment of many types, lying around a well decorated living room, it seemed out of place,
devices dreamed up by engineers a few hundred miles away,
At an elite institution, of mechanical engineering and science, engineering devices that now lay about my horrified friend's living room,
Then the puzzle regained its shape, and I was graced with the understanding that it was all going to be okay,
this time, anyway.
the first responders,
My saviours.
Real heroes,
Who wear no capes,
Nor spandex,
But who know their job well,
And do it without delay,
And these people who saved my life today
Are out of my life now forever, and onto saving another fragile life, on some other street,
On some other day.
I saw people in blues, reds, and greys, yellows and oranges, and then the light of the day.
The light of the day on which I did not die,
But I could have, had it been another time,
Another place.
My stretcher was bright yellow, by the way...
I almost died the other day, and its implacable oncoming rush scared me.
The fear of not having lived a worthy life, an unobserved life,
Of dying too soon, with things left to do
Of leaving people behind,
Of wrongs left to right
Of lying here blue
On my dear friend's plush carpet,
And her child witnessing it as he comes home from school. Innocent as day, then scarred for life.
Luckily I have a few friends and modern miracles on my side.
I almost died the other day, and I came back here, having missed all the poetry, that makes life worth living, day after day.
Beyond the biorhythms we must feed
In order to stay
Alive.
Peace.
Love.
Breath.
Focus.
A good enough mantra,
Wouldn't you say?
I almost died the other day,
But I didn't. I breathe
in with gratitude,
And I exhale with relief,
that I still got the knack
for it.
Dec 9, 2022
Dec 9, 2022 at 10:52 AM UTC
the elephant dreamed
he was god he fell into
a mud hole and died
Jun 19, 2022
Jun 19, 2022 at 3:25 AM UTC
a missed call notification lingers on my phone, taunting me in the small moments, reminding me of opportunities lost. A single minute voicemail replayed a hundred times. Your voice seeping into my marrow growing cold as it lingers. It's all I have left, all of you that remains. A notification, a reminder, a promise that just hours before it all, I was what occupied your mind.
A.C.
Sep 9, 2021
Sep 9, 2021 at 2:47 AM UTC
I’ve had some springs, I’ve had some summers, I’ve jumped ahead to fall and winter.
But there’s something special about that autumn breeze, that sweeps across my wondering face.
I want to blow in the breeze, feel the wind upon my brow, sway with the branches as they lose their leaves.
I want to be one of those souls that live in autumn leaves, to blow in the breeze and carry me home.
I want to cascade across the sky with my newfound angel wings flapping by. I want the wind to blow in my honor and welcome me, into my heavenly home.
Without a single thought; I’ve seen many a day, many a night, weeks, months and years, pass me by. Now, the elements of the earth are calling me home, I have no choice I have to respond.
I like the sound I am hearing in my ear, the voice of my King calling out me, don’t think of me as being forever gone from your presence, think of me as being forever present with the King.
Like the early mourning rain, you are feeling, be easy with yourself, and stay strong for others.
With the autumnal equinox I’ve fallen asleep with the leaves, in my new spring of life, I will wake up to the beautiful site of Jesus Christ.
Dedicated to the memory my mother
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 2:13 PM UTC
A drop of water
Almost empty, just a quarter
A rain drop daily
Light is fading,darkness... maybe
A wave, an unexpected splash
Feeling weak , I just crashed
Rivers flowing, oceans wild
Its all gone, I just died.
Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 1:13 PM UTC
I still hear you at night,
sometimes i wish you didn't die;
even the moon misses your sight,
I wish I knew why
we never said goodbye;
I loved your precious mind.
Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 12:24 AM UTC
He tried to breathe but couldn't
He gasped
He called for help from peers
They laughed
They called him a joker inert
He cried
If only they knew his plight
They don't
He sinking with struggle
paralyzed
He dropped to the deepest deep
Inundated
Unseen when it's time to depart
Alarmed
Maybe he've gone to another side
They bluffed
The search is over he's yet unfound
They dived
To the deep in search of him
Unfound
More crowd commenced the search
Announced
For hours they were without a lead
Confused
Then a diver saw a figure floating freely beneath the deep
He drowned
They came afloat but still he lay
He died
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 6:49 PM UTC
I have died so many times.
I saw the light, I know it.
But I can't deny the dark.
Dying and darkness is needed to burst and make the light come through.
So I know the dark and I know the light but I haven't died enough times.
Not enough to be free.
Can a person ever know all the light and all the dark and still be white like the light?
In all this darkness I know I learned to love it.
And I think there's nothing wrong with it as long as it is right.
Like a darkness full of stars that means no harm.
Like a peaceful room to rest in and close your eyes.
I have died so many times.
So I know how to die but I don't like to die in the light.
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 5:40 AM UTC
The day you passed away,
I couldn't see the sky.
Too many tears fell from my eyes.
But they weren't tears of grief.
They were tears of relief.
Because even though
I'd never be able to hug you
As you walked through the door,
I knew you weren't in pain anymore.
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 10:10 PM UTC
four white chrysanthemums
persistently thwarting outcomes
my touch holds the fragile petals
giving room for death to settle
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 9:18 PM UTC
If you looked into my eyes and knew how bright they used to be, you knew I died.
As I write my words are dying now with me.
My body doesn't like it when I try to get ready.
Just sitting isn't ok either.
I just eat, fly and sing or sleep if I can.
Cause only then life doesn't feel so bad.
Like being on fire, heavy or drowning.
My body is a bag of potatoes on fire.
I'm so dead, I'm not moving.
Let me just stare in the distance.
And if you looked into my eyes, you'd know I died.
I'm buried inside.
Strangled and tight.
Gone but stuck.
Away from life.
Away from light.
Colours fly around me in my dark room.
I fall to the ground.
I lie there just still.
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 5:58 AM UTC