Posts Tagged: Death
A loving son
I am motivated by The consistency that things heal Like broken bones within a month Like torn ligaments with surgery And like broken hearts with death
A loving son
I am motivated by The consistency that things heal Like broken bones within a month Like torn ligaments with surgery And like broken hearts with death
Life’s a bitch
At times, I flirted with death Because she was a lot more tempting Than the bitch I was living with
Life’s a bitch
At times, I flirted with death Because she was a lot more tempting Than the bitch I was living with
Stranger in the night
Standing there, just staring into the blue expanse of the water. Its calm surface reflecting the world, as it hides the chaotic life underneath. Water begins to trickle down the edge like a waterfall, forming a puddle around her feet.
Stranger in the night
Standing there, just staring into the blue expanse of the water. Its calm surface reflecting the world, as it hides the chaotic life underneath. Water begins to trickle down the edge like a waterfall, forming a puddle around her feet.
The facade of love
She flirts with my poetic side By asking if it wouldn’t make More sense for people to die in pairs If that were to happen, I say Then no one would know What love looks like
The facade of love
She flirts with my poetic side By asking if it wouldn’t make More sense for people to die in pairs If that were to happen, I say Then no one would know What love looks like
When you think that you’re about to die
When you’re faced with death, people say that your life flashes right before your eyes. But, that’s not true. You are consumed by nothingness. Everything and nothing happens at the same time. Your body is aware of what’s happening around
When you think that you’re about to die
When you’re faced with death, people say that your life flashes right before your eyes. But, that’s not true. You are consumed by nothingness. Everything and nothing happens at the same time. Your body is aware of what’s happening around
Taphophile
There’s something beautiful about cemeteries. The comfortable silence, penetrated only by the feel of the misty rain on your face. The clouds block the sun, inviting you to take a better look at what has become of the world. Words
Taphophile
There’s something beautiful about cemeteries. The comfortable silence, penetrated only by the feel of the misty rain on your face. The clouds block the sun, inviting you to take a better look at what has become of the world. Words
Regaining unconsciousness
On your knees Leaning against the counter Leaning Chest starts feeling heavy Dragging your eyes to the back of your head Body is shutting down Drift to the left Collapsing Swiping Swiping at the floor Trying to reach it But
Regaining unconsciousness
On your knees Leaning against the counter Leaning Chest starts feeling heavy Dragging your eyes to the back of your head Body is shutting down Drift to the left Collapsing Swiping Swiping at the floor Trying to reach it But
For whatever reason
Ask me what’s wrong And I shall reply with ‘everything in life’ Ask me what’s right Honestly, I have no clue I’ve been strung here for a while Like a hang man whose time is due Trying to fill in
For whatever reason
Ask me what’s wrong And I shall reply with ‘everything in life’ Ask me what’s right Honestly, I have no clue I’ve been strung here for a while Like a hang man whose time is due Trying to fill in
Monster
The nights are rough with the sound of sandpaper Calloused fingers that generate electricity along your skin A body riddled with the scars of chemical burn kisses Your ego and your pride rise up then recede, together as one As
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