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.

.

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.

.

The unwanted feelings

Things that have been erased

The hooded figure takes them all

Bury them not in cemeteries

But someplace else.

Posted in original, self / self esteem

I’m Dying Inside

I wish they could see my tears,

I wish they could come face to face with my fears.

I wish they knew how it truly hurts,

So mean words they wouldn’t blurt.

I wish they’d know I’m dying inside,

And see past the smile shown outside.

I wish they’d know how much I hate myself….

….so they will stop

I wish they’d just stop!

Posted in loss / death, original

Leaving Earth

I let go of the sunshine

And let the rain fall

I am engulfed in flames

But I feel no pain

It ceases to exist now

 

I roam wherever

And leave no trace behind

No one would know I passed by

No one would find out I was here

 

But in silence my presence is felt

They will not know but they will miss me

They will not forget to remember

What I was and what I am

Posted in loss / death, original

Whatever Happened?

Whatever happened to the person full of laughs?

The one full of warmth?

The one I shared things and secrets

Where is he now?

Why did you go?

Why take off somewhere we can’t reach you?

I could have told you to stay

That it was a bad decision

I wish you took a chance

Instead of leaving us forever

 

*in memory of the guy who jumped off the building i work at. I didn’t know him but feel sorry he did what he did

Posted in loss / death, original

The In Between

I fell into the void

Darkness is all I see

No other soul could be found

Or heard

I walked or floated

I could never tell

For there were no roads

 

My voice echoed on to forever

As the voices of my past

Of my life

Faded slowly

Until I was here and there

And in between

Posted in loss / death, original

The Ghosts Were….

The ghosts came running….running away

Half a mile they crossed only to be led to their doom

 

Wandering spirits were they

lost in oblivion

Nothing more but a memory

and only to be forgotten

 

What many do not know, is that ghosts are afraid

Afraid to be lost, to be forgotten, to be shunned,

to be thrown to the fiery depths

 

Ghosts! Many are they

Many were they

 

Now they are but a haze

and nothing more