Posted in life, original

Where Do You Bury The Dead?

A night blanketed by mist

Not like other nights that have past

Tonight is colder and quieter.

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A hooded figure roams the empty streets

Door to door collecting what others have thrown away

Old relationships

Heartaches and heart breaks

Emotions

Lies

Tears

Even happiness that others neglected

Memories they prefer not to look back to.

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The unwanted feelings

Things that have been erased

The hooded figure takes them all

Bury them not in cemeteries

But someplace else.

Posted in life, original

I Died Everyday

I feared the night and screamed at the daybreak

I knew no happiness

And was never contented

I drained myself of love and emotions

I was chaotic

Mischievous

Close to insanity

The world was crowded

The good was never rewarded!

I did all that but never really lived

In truth, I was pronounced dead everyday

-Maria Michaela-

Posted in loss / death, original

Hang Man

Outside he appeared to be jolly

Inside he was feeling hollow, empty

He could feel something creeping in his mind

It was dark, cruel, tempting, and unkind

He tried to ward it off, tried to fight it

But on days when he was awake and alone, he contemplated on it

Don’t think him too weak, it was a battle no one could see

It took over him so his life he took a finality

He bowed his head and there himself he hanged

The darkness he could no longer withstand 

Posted in life, loss / death, love, original

If I Were To Die Today

If my life were taken today,
I wonder what you would say?

Would you tell me you love me?
Or would you say you were just being friendly?

Would you cry and hold me until my last breath?
Will you be sad because of my death?

If I died today, is there anything you’d like to say?

Posted in loss / death, original

Are But Dusts

We are but dusts that pass this earth
We often times die without knowing our real worth
We live and die
Most of the time unable to say goodbye
We often forget the value of our timed life
Too busy getting through our daily strife
But we should remember that we’re not meant to live forever
We are but dusts in this earth,
Meant to live then die