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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.
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May 24
May 24, 2026 at 4:21 PM UTC
I wrote about him
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
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May 10
May 10, 2026 at 5:35 AM UTC
A world without me in it ?
nailed to the day upturned dreams romantic thoughts publicly crucified
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Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 5:11 AM UTC
10w publicly crucified
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
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Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 10:31 PM UTC
i miss u, isn't a lie
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
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Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 10:56 PM UTC
Deaths Kiss
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
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Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 5:06 AM UTC
any other day
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
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Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 4:39 PM UTC
Love Sick
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.
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Jan 8, 2025
Jan 8, 2025 at 6:38 AM UTC
Reflection
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.
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Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 12:00 AM UTC
I Am Still Mourning
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
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Feb 22, 2024
Feb 22, 2024 at 11:33 AM UTC
Last Times & Goodbyes
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.
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Dec 9, 2022
Dec 9, 2022 at 10:52 AM UTC
I Almost Died the Other Day
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.
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the elephant dreamed he was god he fell into a mud hole and died
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Jun 19, 2022
Jun 19, 2022 at 3:25 AM UTC
haikuhaiku 22/6/18c
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.
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Sep 9, 2021
Sep 9, 2021 at 2:47 AM UTC
jeanne.
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
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Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 2:13 PM UTC
The Autumn of My Life
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.
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Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 1:13 PM UTC
Fading
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.
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Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 12:24 AM UTC
another night
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
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Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 6:49 PM UTC
He died!!!
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.
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Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 5:40 AM UTC
I have died many times.
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.
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Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 10:10 PM UTC
The day you passed away
four white chrysanthemums persistently thwarting outcomes my touch holds the fragile petals giving room for death to settle
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Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 9:18 PM UTC
deathbed
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.
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May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 5:58 AM UTC
I died