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My arms feel heavy, for,
in time, the flesh and bone will fall
and be consumed and formed and changed
and, in the end, stop all their movement
hardened, softened, robbed of all
their former strength and motives, of
their sense and place within this world,
and given, in return, the steady
lifeless calmness of the dead.
in time, the flesh and bone will fall
and be consumed and formed and changed
and, in the end, stop all their movement
hardened, softened, robbed of all
their former strength and motives, of
their sense and place within this world,
and given, in return, the steady
lifeless calmness of the dead.
Literature
My final goodbyes
My final goodbyes :
One hand on the rope the other holding a pen
One hand tying the knot the other signing my final goodbye's
One foot on the floor on foot on the chair
2 hands holding up the rope 2 feet on the chair
1 man putting the rope round his neck 2 eyes staring into the night
2 eyes staring into the night … 2 eyes staring back?
You wonder and wonder whom they belong to
And before you know it 2 arms grasp your waist
You try to look round but the rope forces you forward
A soft sweet voice from behind whispers in tears "fool"
She keeps whispering that 1 word and you know you're wrong
she unties the knot and looks at you
Literature
Effete
Your silence
beckons me,
pulls me out
of my dream.
There is a
veiled sunset,
yet I cannot
fully grasp
the beauty
you so wish
to portray.
I cannot escape
Death even
as it approaches.
No words form
upon my lips
to cast a curse
in any tongue.
-Brian Shuffett
June 13th, 2010
Literature
Hourglass Dream
For each of these sleepless nights
The ones I let you steal from me
The ones where I lie in bed
And remember what you said
And when sleep does overtake me
I dream of the first day we met
The day I could never forget
With so much unspoken regret
I would give anything to go back
To before our love fell off the track
The sand slipped through my fingers
But my longing for you still lingers
And I shall fall asleep once more
The memories make my heart sore
I dream of the day you had walked away
And I wanted to beg for you to stay
But I let you go, I let you slip through my fingers
I am sitting at the edge of my bed late at night
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There are times like these where I can not believe that English is not your native language. The understanding you have of the language is simply astounding, and FAR beyond your years.
*coughs* now that that is out of the way.
I adore this poem. It makes you stop and think about what death really is, and what it truly means.
And as others have said before me, the beat of the poem is breathtaking. I keep reading it over and over again to try and memorize that wonderful pounding of words.
*coughs* now that that is out of the way.
I adore this poem. It makes you stop and think about what death really is, and what it truly means.
And as others have said before me, the beat of the poem is breathtaking. I keep reading it over and over again to try and memorize that wonderful pounding of words.