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spouting violets Dec 2014
The shade of the old willow blanketed the lawn.
You sat in its coolness, quietly whistling,
I, a child, asking you
To tell jokes and make funny faces.

The shade must have felt good on your
Cancerous bones, skeletal hands:
You looked content, swanlike
(As those that peck at Stratford),
Whistling away your final days.

Stories of the plane you flew,
Swooping, roaring through the war-wrecked sky.
But I only ever saw you
Swooning silently in your chair.

Eighty years! Old!
Though the moon took a thousand
To climb into the night.
Keerthi Kishor Feb 2018
I knew that our time together in this world was limited. I knew that sooner or later one of us had to say goodbye to each other. And yet your death took me by surprise, shocked me to the core and the truth is that I don't think I will be able to recover from this. Ever.
This was the first time ever, I understood what death really was, how painful it felt and that how different it is when the person you loved is no more on Earth. It took me all these days and an immense amount of courage to even think about writing this. But I had to do this, for my own sake.

I still remember the day I met you. You were this chubby little fur ball of awesomeness that lit up every room you enter with your innocent eyes and cutest mannerisms. We bonded quickly and you were an integral part of all the crazy ****** games that my sister and I used to play, back in the old days. I remember how you used to get jealous when we ignored you, but of course, we did that on purpose so as to hear you whine impatiently while doing all kinds of silly acts just to get our attention.

I don’t just remember you for all the fun we had. I remember you even for those bad days of my life. I remember hugging you and sitting next to you silently when everything was breaking apart. I remember crying next to you when there were days I just felt like giving up. I remember talking to you endlessly about how I wish our lives were simpler again. But of course, you never uttered a word. All you did was leaning onto me, while slowly resting your head on my shoulder for me to ****** your head gently, soothing us both down.

I remember how I didn’t turn my back on you to say goodbye the day I left our home. I heard you screaming and crying at the top of your voice as if you were begging me to stay as you saw me walk away.  Nobody knows this, but one of the reasons I made silly excuses and kept coming back home was just to see you. There were countless times I peeked over the front gate, just to catch a glimpse of you every time I walked past our home. And sometimes all I could hear was your noise but that was more than enough for me simply because knowing you were okay made me feel okay.

A day never passed by where I haven’t thought of you. The five years we spent apart has given me endless opportunities to talk to every random person about you. And for the brief time I was home again, I really thought that we were going to spend the rest of our lives together. But unfortunately, that didn’t quite work out. It killed me that I had to say goodbye to you again. I remember kissing your forehead before leaving home for the last time and you screaming and calling me back as I exited.

I just want to let you know how much you mean to me. For you weren’t just my baby, my best friend, my brother, my son, my playmate. You were and will always be my most precious childhood memory. Now that you are gone, I will try and hold your memory close. I miss you with every breath I take. I miss you, Jimmy. Every day, I get on social media, I see endless posts and videos about other dogs and it kills me inside. It kills me because you were the best dog ever. You were such a good boy and your existence has kept me happy since the day I met you. I couldn’t tell you that but I want you to know that.

I hope you have made new friends in heaven. Even if you haven’t it’s okay. I’ll join you there one day and together, we will make countless new memories each day.
Losing a best friend is like losing a part of you. A part of you that you never realized as something beyond of values, until it’s no more.
I had to write this for my own good. Hopefully, this will set me free.
To Jimmy,
05.07.2007 - 25.07.2017 but forever in my heart.
Chrissy Feb 11
I'm shutting the blinds
because it's the end of this theatrical
I'm drawing the curtains because this is your final act
and I shall not applaud for an encore
I'm not going back
Lynn Hamilton Jul 2018
Final
Nail  

Will
Not
Hurt

Feelings
Are
Left
In

A
Shoe Box

Of
Goodwill

Multiple
Nails

Over
Years

Hurt

Laces
Are
Undone

Left
Behind

Bending
Down

Kicking
With
Force

From
A
Steel
Capped
Nail
Gun

Destructively
Simple

So
Hard
To
Prove

Deflating
Scraping
Inflating

The final nail
Clueless Nov 2018
One does not get recognition
Until taken by death.
They are ignored until they are
No longer around to ignore.
They are only heard when they
Can be heard no more.

It is their final words that impact us most.
The dying words of a fool
Are the wisest words to be spoken.
It is only in death that they matter.

The poor souls how they never get to witness such attention.
Because it is only in death that they are noticed.
I'm not suicidal, but I'd be curious to know what would be said of me if I killed myself. People are remebered differently when they are gone and often appreciated too late. It's a curious question I've had on my mind for a little while.
The Bluebonnets grow
yes, row pon row
settled tween the graves
quiet of the spring leaves
heads bowed, and reverent
the breeze silenced now, yet slow

The service solemn and holy
feelings that must apply
not felt by all
though spirits call
but not by me, for I

I'll not trespass
or harass
what others feel, they must
no hate or misgivings
dust unto, the dust

The guns go off
ringing twenty one
country, honor, duty
and the sacrifice
of some
Finality it seems, Fort Sam Houston........
Last day of Winter, 2019.
Aleph Mar 23
Sun rays touch my soul

reflecting the warm glow

Time stretches on the cliff edge

Reality dramatically expands

Hovering indefinitely

to the abyss draw inevitably


I want to repair the smile

To feel the euphoria again

It has been a while

From this I shouldn’t refrain

no action left in the brain


Completely in free fall

Not frighten to do it all

The wind going over me

Recharging my energy

Finally feeling the glee

Freed from the lethargy


I feel freedom roar

I hear myself scream

Nothing will stay as before

Levitating like in a dream


Abruptly everything stops

I feel peace and tranquillity

I can sense the silence of the clocks

listen to the trumpets of liberty


I can see myself

broken laying in the ground

like a book cast from the shelf

to this body no more bound


all this ink pouring from my veins

forever free from my chains

no more pages to fill

finally, my heart stood still
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