I’ve seen Death twice,
stood in his presence as he took those I loved away.
I watched as one took their last breath,
not knowing it’d be goodbye.
I saw another life gone,
door opened,
and an image frozen forever in my mind.
If I could take it all back,
Heaven knows I would.
So as I sit here with each breath,
I remember those two we lost,
and others gone before and after.
A part of me was changed by tragedy,
and with each day life becomes a little more precious.

I believe you to be something beautiful,
A pretty pink flower I suppose
Maybe as pretty as a beautiful rose,
A rose withheld from blooming,
no water or sunlight to help you grow.
I will steal that chance, your chance,
Forbid myself of ever seeing something so beautiful.

I will pluck you before you've bloomed,

FORGIVE ME!!!

The only difference is, come spring, they’ll be blooming happily as the night sky stars slowly fade away from me as decaying fantasies.

Oh sweet beauty
Natures bloom
Pastel shades to welcome the new
Fewer nights of darkness
Saying goodbye to the unsavoury few and feelings of blue.
Take root and taking in the shine.
Watered by entering spring.
Energy spiking and bringing forward the joy.

i’ve always loved the rain.
but today was different.
today the rain wasn’t hydrating me,
the rain was drowning me.
poundingpoundingpounding
so hard yet
i couldn’t get up,
just laid there under a smoky sky
a monotone grey
letting the raindrops hit me,
one by one a pinprick
a sting
of the cold water on my bare stomach.
i couldn’t speak, couldn’t move,
couldn’t breathe,
yet at least it reminded me
i am still alive.
-a.c.b