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Don Bouchard Aug 2018
Dad didn't want a coffin.
"Cremate my last remains,"
And so we did.
Cool and dry,
His ashes, urned,
Lie beneath the sod
And prairie sky
Waiting some clarion call,
Some trill of hope,
Bright, re-constitutional,
Faith-affirming.

Mother's wishes rise before us:
No crematory,
No embalmer.
Just her blanket,
Just a hole
Dug beside our Dad.

The law would let her wish be true,
But her children won't.
We're searching coffin plans.
Reverently grim,
Lovingly deferential,
Dutifully rebellious,
Solemn this journey be.

Pine boards to honor her thrift
But smooth and tight,
Rope handles, fitted lid,
Perhaps a little trim,
Perhaps a sheaf of wheat carved
For the old farmer she was.

We'll bury her,
Wrapped in her blanket,
Tucked securely in pine
Beside my father's ashes.

Like a grain of wheat she'll lie
Silent in her final say
Inside our final say
Waiting Resurrection Day.
Life moves forward, a conveyor belt that moves so slow, so fast, as to be indiscernible. The time is upon us.
.

She gazed upon †he grea† expanse,
sof† sand hid small †oes on her fee†.
A deser† daisy gen†ly caressed her hands,
†he sunshine made her day comple†e.

She walked alone on this beautiful day.
This li††le angel had jus† †urned seven.
†o ga†her her momma a fresh bouque†,
for some reason has lef† her for Heaven.

Each flower was burdened with a clump of dir†,
I wi†nessed the swee†es† †hing †oday.
I had cried and wiped †ears on my shir†,
when my mind said †o jus† walk away.

"Daddy, can Jesus le† her come ou† †o play?
How do you answer a young girl of seven?
"Jus† like we did †he o†her day."
"We can, when we ge† †o Heaven."




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softcomponent Oct 2013
it all rings through me like tinnitus.
this is why I don't come home. every
where else hosts a myriad of other w
orlds to become intermingled with - p
laces to lead myself away from the so
ur crystal of my mind. now it's dim a
nd no one expresses love to me. I am a
lone, gazing at the facebook dash like
an approval ***** - unaccepted. loiter
ing around in other peoples lives and th
ey don't really want me. i don't want m
e either. i become afraid to bring it up -
that i enter my room and see your smile
slice through the darkness in recognition
  
                                                                ­                                 that

these are the same sheets we lay on toget
her. i begin to contemplate your words i
have fallen out of love with you and i de
serve it. i still consider suicide an option as
i think of everything you did to dice my so
ul into smaller portions you could swallow,
digest, and **** out like they all meant noth
ing. i gave you everything, i gave you every
inch of my darkness on a white fine dine ch
ina plate and it was because you were more
than my lover - you were my best friend an
d significant other. i shared it all with you - t
urned over every single rock and illuminated
every nook and cranny only to understand th
e shattering honesty of love. *you hold my ver
y essence to my temple like a pistol and strip e
very inch of me bare but it's only because i let y
ou and it's only because i deserve it and every w
ord you uttered makes me gaze in the mirror wi
th disgust and the thought that silence lies where
silence rides and it's where the *ride is over.
everything you said leaves me empty. if the one who was closest to me says, 'you were the only thing standing between me and happiness'
i see myself and think
'you are the only thing standing between me and happiness.'

i want to die. i hate myself as much as you hate me.

'get over it.'

'i'm trying.'

'try harder?'

*          *           *
Kabelo Maverick Jan 2018
"How.Angels.Turned.Evil"

The cure to healing is Realing…
The cure to seeking (sicking) is reading

The cure to P.A.I.N. is the above
And so the cure to H.A.T.E. is L.O.V.E.
MVRK.
Francie Lynch May 2016
It
It's not natural.
If I can't smell it,
It ain't,
So don't tell me
It's as natural as birth.
You've seen the roadkill,
Deer missing the most natural of parts,
Lying in the strangest contortions;
Heard the bird
Breaking its neck on a window;
Then there's the gaping mouth,
Eyes staring most unnaturally.
To be burned and urned
And feel nothing.
Having a steak and beer
Is natural;
Sitting in sound at a McCartney concert
Is supernatural.
Expensive, but sensient.
But it,
It's most unnatural.
Tip of the cap to Tolstoy for "It" (The Death of Ivan Ilych)
Torin Huff Jun 2014
Your hands felt like my own skin.
I couldn't tell
if you were dead already,
or if it's just heavenly
being around you.
Your happiness radiating
and your face,
with the sun looking at it through the shades
one last time before you're burned
and urned to be spread among the rocks
without your name in stone,
it was blinding me.
I couldn't bare to look.
But now,
it's hard not to see you.
What's after death?
Phone calls on seashells
without having to let it ring,
I'll always pick up immediately.
Our connection will resemble rain.
When my life gets cloudy,
you'll come down to help me.
You've always been there.
daryll smith Aug 2019
Mummy mummy where are you.
Mummy mummy why do you hate me.
Mummy mummy do you know how much I cried and urned to be snuggled up against your side.



Mummy mummy I hate you and you know why.
Mummy mummy if you died I would not cry.

Mummy mummy riddle me this can you guess why hear this evil voice inside.
Mummy mummy could you have done more?
Mummy mummy when you come to my dads grave on the day we lowered him from life.
Mummy mummy I wish it was you not my dad in the sky.


Mummy mummy why?
Mummy mummy I don’t need you.
Mummy mummy I hate you.



Mummy mummy because of you I can’t find love nor peace.

Mummy mummy  I’m wondering if you admitted the wrong you done In my life.

Mummy mummy all I wanted was a mummy in my life.

Mummy mummy here’s the rope and you’ve given me the height.

Mummy mummy good night.
D smith
KK Mar 7
Our love was like art
I should have known,
From the start
It'd stop dead hearts

Punch a hole in a perfect picture
Pitcher the crimson, drink the literature
Ligature marks, upon canvas signature
Spinning yarn into acrylic,
activity extra-curricular

I should have known
From the start
Arterial demise makes spider veins
Drunk on you, but the cider drained.
Fire remains as the lighter flames
Burnt scroll of a promise, dire remains
We urned those ashes, that desire change
Two fighters framed
Forever forged in yesterday's...

Our love was art
I should have known, it would
Stop before it starts.
Where art thou
Passion LIES in stars
Mess, mur, eyes
Blurred to lies
Paralyse the prize
Shatter the gems in I
As I divide into shiny shards
Skye James Feb 2019
you whispered “i love you”
like if the world heard you
it would take me away
but what you didn’t know
is that i was going to be the reason
i had never felt so much love
it scared me
to open up to something so foreign
and not have any idea what to do
frightened me more than anything else
i was so in love with you
eight months later and i’m still writing about you
because i’ve been confused
and lost
if only i could make you understand
that my father was never around
the closest man in my life died from addiction
and how i didn’t grow up in a home of true love
then maybe, just maybe
you would give me another chance
we have both changed so much
i’ve lost countless people
won battles that seemed impossible
and learned to be less judgmental
you’ve been trying new things
living a different life
but also struggling
yet we have both found confidence
we aren’t the same small, shy, pushovers we used to be
if we were together
we could rule this world
live the life we have both urned for
now all i urn for is you
because i failed to show you how much i cared
i’m ready
so **** ready
to yell “i love you” and let the entire world know
Kelsey Nov 2020
I cant remember
Who I am
What I've done
Or where I've been
Its too painful
The twist and turns
To swallow whole
Those ashes urned
If im not
Numb
I must be
Dumb
A fly
A crumb
Master of
None
I must be
Insane
With an empty
Brain
A shell of
Pain
Without a
Name
Jonathan Moya Jul 2024
Man


I don’t know if I am a practical person.

I don’t obsess over the uses of a watch.
It’s enough that it tick and the hands
move forward, even if I don’t.

When my dog paces in front of the door
I know I must walk him.  When he paws
my lap, I must feed him. He knows himself.

Today, I took him to the beach and
let him romp the shore, content like him,
to not know why the tides moves forward.

The tides are tireless and they go up and down
endlessly with a purpose  I’m not privy to.
My winding down bones know to let things be.

Today, the current matters. Tomorrow it won’t.
All that matters, this moment, is that my dog
returns the stick I’ve thrown and not run away.

Yet, nothing we accomplished in that time,
in all its impracticability, will matter
to all this ceaseless renewal all around.

Tomorrow the future will pull me from
my past even if my feet  don’t move,
even if my ashes are urned
Johnny Noiπ Feb 2019
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of the motto Top sad for my garden Sky
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Area Hands smell Whatever More Twilight
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to return to the main box rupture frequency
western planet earth, charred routine: Glory box
running last week, bringing a cold smoking
Mark M. Hill, obscene fills the place of Mary,
looking at Leo's Song to an internal lion to meet the air.
How do we want to read urned Marcus
Opens European Park Dawn Mountain
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age in Asia to sleep than to scientifically
computerize the family field list snooch
to talk about Mexico and vitamins sweet
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by the generals write memory dress,
smoking a rich and difficult paradise appointment;
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then began to walk in Gaul,
instead of rain, doing the commandments,
the white flag in the completion
of the mountains, to defend, to the death
of the children, and the rally
of the mingled people, concealing the truth,
the kind of the plastic eye of the thing
to say about this star in the images.
Residential Astronomers have of Africa,
the magnetic faithful truly expert in co-operation,
with the women,               and of Eli,
the dead will be installed, the maids,
such as excessive heat in the summer,
the barbecue, Jack, Jack to move,                   heaven in the midst of a potion
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                                                                ­                                            for Mary:
'He who ¶ In the mountain of the,                                                             Tom,
he saw a lion opened to the parking;
Marcus opened Europe want to read
the language of painting Mountain
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easy to be the wind blows
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of the Igor robot world
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Asian tour dream of smart home
computer science field tonight
around snoop pages Mexico talks
about the health of the bathroom's
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Gray wolf smoke sky clothes,
did the Union general think about it,
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in 3 Western India Ingres white, white terrible,
but hidden from the star-shaped,
assembly, astronomers and caterpillars
by cutting the African operation.
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Equipment: Barbie My predecessor
guards, George,                                                          ­       George of the motto
Top sad because the garden's
Sky Alchemy's Empty India,
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Scorpion fat boy Starting Area
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and difficult paradise appointment
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the magnetica of experts
in co-operation with the women,
and the son of Eli,                                               the dead will be put in place,
the maids, such as excessive heat
in the summer, the barbecue, Jack,
Jack to move heaven in the midst
of a potion of serious ice cream
and water in the place I do not know,
the daughter of the last day
of the week how much more
respect for Mary: 'he that is in the
hill-country by Tom, he saw lion,
opened to the parking.
Marcus opened Europe want to read
the language of painting Mountains
Spain Saudi Arabia GLASS weekend
Footbo 2 goddess, Christ the Arab
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wind blows a year Igor robot
knowledge of the security issues
eporter, Chinese Senior Asian helps
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tonight snoop around Mexico
page talks about the safety
of vitamins sweet black
smoke in the bathroom brain
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fish,                                                           ­                          I think I am writing

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