It was a matter of Justice.
I thought I knew my death.I thought I knew my death. He grabbed my heart one day and squeezed tightly, banded fear wrapping its way around my body and terrorizing the air from my lungs. "Not..Like..This.." I would gasp, thinking that there must be some better way out. I would start to beg but it would soon be over. He'd release me and my body would give up. There would be nothing left to say.
I thought I knew my death. She would slip into the shadows some months before I thought my time was up. She would slowly take my memories for my own, replacing them with child's talk and nonsensical things. "Oh please, won't somebody help me." It would be a rhetoric, although I wouldn't know that then.
I thought I knew my death. He would seep into my skin and beneath my bones. Disease would spread through my veins, shutting me down. My very soul would ache, because cancerous ways could do cancerous things. He would wrap himself around my very voice, my heart, my tissue and my being. "Take me home." I w
The Grey LadyWhen I first saw her, sitting in the middle of a vast armchair, staring out of the window - I was reminded of the Grey Lady. She was Grey. But she couldn't have been more than eight or nine years old. Her hair was long and perfectly straight but it looked dusty. As if she had been sitting there for years, forgotten. Her eyes were sunken, sallow. Her skin was a pallour of grey that I've never seen on a human being before. Dark, damp, but it looked as though if you touched her a cloud would form in front of you. Dusty.
I was one of the unfortunate parents roped into going on a residential school trip to the Lake District. It was my job to tick off the names as people left the reception of the school and clambered into the bus. I ticked my own son off as he stood beside me, nervously reaching to catch my free hand and continued through the list of his classmates one by one. The grey girl didn't move and I hesitated as I ran my finger down the register. I had ticked every name and it was a
Counting BonesTo An Unknown Lady,
They found your remains a few days ago. They speculate that you were buried more than half a decade ago. Yet people have only been looking for seven days. Properly looking I mean. Somebody somewhere must have searched out of love for you the minute you disappeared.
We don't know much about you yet, but the newspapers will begin to piece together fragments of your tragic life and how you came to be lying in the earth without recognition. No gravestone, no testimony to your living and breathing existence, not even an empty vase with the congealed dead particles of flowers to signify grief.
There are flowers there now. Does that make you feel any better? That hundreds and hundreds of people now know of your existence in death? Recognition such as this would never have been craved in life, but if it was all you could claw back once you had died would you have shouted from the hilltops that you lay beneath cold grass?
You're not the only one. You are
I am not myself anymoreDeath lay in the middle of the lawn this morning. There was no frost or early morning dew, instead a cool grey palour explored the sky with fingertips of gruel. There was nothing to suggest that anything else had changed, only the smell of grief and the echo of regret crossed into the morning air.
As Death lay, the sun rose and lit up the curling tips of springtime petals. The leaves on trees crackled and stretched almost imperceptibly. They shook away the yawns of Winter without a backward glance. Hungrily, with two steps to the left and a raunchy shake of boughs they jived into Spring.
Life continued as Death lay. The groans of people as they woke to face another day and shrugged off the idea of somebody else's problem tiptoed out of half open windows and unhinged doorways.
Death didn't change her position in the middle of the lawn. She lay beneath an Oak Tree that they say takes three hundred years to grow, three hundred years to live and three hundred years to die. She tho
TrappedWe were both trapped in a queue of cars, four lanes on the motorway. It was 8am on a Friday and rush hour was creeping forward at a twelfth of the speed that it usually did. People sighed, some moaned, others dipped their hands lazily out of their windows catching the cool morning breeze. We were both there, you and I. My car crept forward almost as if it wasn't moving at all, my eyes focused on the road ahead, concentrating on the car in front - one eye on the van behind. It was one of those roads where the curves dropped away around a bend and into nothing. People craned their necks trying to see what was up ahead, what was keeping everyone back from their mundane mornings at their desks. I didn't want to look. But we were both there, stuck in the queue.
I flicked the radio stations to see if there was a news update, red lights cleared as the crowd inched forward again. Lane one, then two then three merged into four as flashing lights and signs warned them of an obstruction. Brake li
A Broken DreamHe was just eight years old when he witnessed death for the first time. They had been moving through staccato traffic for fifteen minutes in the growing dusk before his Mother spoke.
It's beautiful she had said softly, her eyes settling on something caught in the headlight reflection bouncing back from the front window. He had leant forward in his seat, craning his neck to see what had captured her attention. An opaque moth lay helplessly trapped beneath the wiper blades. Touching the cold glass gently he had pleaded with her to set it free.
As they crept forward, inching along the motorway, the traffic on either side grew parrallel with their wing mirrors. People were looking up, pointing. There was somebody stood on the bridge, an inky sillouhette against a blushing sky.
Look Mum, he pointed, but she was already tilting her neck to see above them. I know, Honey she replied, her mouth set in a grim line as they both realised what they had missed before. The f
Three days of the LastShe spent a lifetime of living in order to prepare for her death but the final steps and the lasting moments were spread out poignantly across just three days.
On the first day of the last, she taught all that she knew to the one who would be left behind. She imparted the final gifts of her wisdom with every ounce of strength that she had left.
On the second day of the last, she said her goodbyes. She visited each of her family in turn and helped them to understand, in her own unique way, that it was finally time to let go.
On the third day of the last, she removed herself from all that she knew and all that knew her and climbed the highest mountain with the bestest view from her dreams.
On that final day, the last of the last, she fell into the deepest of sleeps.
Peaceful, endless and comforting.
Everybody KnowsI live amongst people who know exactly when they are going to die. They don’t know how and they don’t know where. The circumstances, the cause – these remain a mystery right up until a person’s date comes up. They just know when. Knowing how long you have to live your life has always been the way of my people. Nobody knows any different.
Our death dates are private things, nobody else can find them out unless we let them. Some like to try. Others go out of their way to never know. Our dates are found when we close our eyes. There’s no specific length of time, or time of day. We just shut our eyelids and there it is. Everybody knows that dates appear in Corsica font, picked out from the blackness behind shut lids. When you sleep, it’s there. A constant reminder even though nobody could ever forget seeing those numbers.
You can usually tell when a person’s time is beginning to run out. They start selling off their things,
Four Thousand PiecesWe met outside the morgue. You were there with your hair too bright and clothes that we had fought over that very morning. You were crouched, your body looking impossibly small and broken.
You can't wear that out. You look like a prostitute.
I'm eighteen years old Mum, I can wear what I like.
All at once you were the brand new baby that I had held in my arms, sobbing over the tiny miracle that your Father and I had never thought possible. Then, you were five years old, and it was time to begin school. You had looked up at me with big green eyes and a serious smile as you proved over and over that you could fasten the Velcro on your brand new shoes.
You smiled at me now, outside this place that we didn't belong in, and I saw the stabilisers that Gary had taken from your bike. He had watched you cycle down the road, ten years old, the proudest Father at that moment in time. I could tell you that he hid tears from you that day. But I don't.
Instead I ask you how your day wa
UnforgettableFive years of us
learning each other,
loving each other,
before we took our vows
and began anew.
Twenty hours of travel
was well worth it.
The paradise we found
in that faraway land
took my breath away.
and a cabin in the rain forest
overlooking a black sand beach.
Our pale skin pinked under the Costa Rican Sun,
the burn soothed under a cloudless sky.
We watched glimmering stars,
brighter in the absence of city lights.
by foreign tongues and familiar arms.
An experience with no parallel.
Taking our commitment
and testing it
making it stronger.
I hiked on slippery rocks
to get to that special place,
to stand underneath that waterfall
To laugh with you,
to take in the wonder of the world
in your company.
To smile just because…
I married you.
A Farewell to MoleskineI chose not to water your Oleanders.
There was a reason, but it has dried in
my mind like those magenta petals.
You stopped buying me first editions,
when our friends claimed they made
me seem pretentious.
They didn't know about the ketchup stain
on Catcher in the Rye, or the highlighter
I took to This Side of Paradise.
They didn't know anything about being the oldest
book on a shelf- The fact that dust yearns for the
attentive breath of life to set it free.
Words are not prisoners in a flower pot.
They do not die with ease.
I remember now,
I didn't water your Oleanders
because they made you seem
28 daysthey came over on a boat, i imagine,
(for i was not the there and they do not speak of it)
they came over on a boat i imagine,
just like the rest of them,
from lucerne or bavaria or kaposvar or drywseved
escaping medieval forests, rain playing peat bogs
like organ keyboards,
they were farmers, sown to wheat like arranged marriage,
mike had one ox, two bulls and a chest like stone & mortar,
he was a good man, looked god in the eyes at dawn,
whispered secrets to his bedsheets at night,
ed, ed was a freight train, handlebar moustache & coal-fired cheeks,
when he was eleven, ed built the honesdale canal with nothing except
his hands and the lord as a witness,
don't take my word for it but rumor has it there was a little napoleon
in him after all,
it was after the war,
the one of blue and grey and red
they must've looked up like children do
must've seen her, slow dancing in the harbor,
marveled at the way her arm never grew weary, brow never sweaty,
the way the green brown water smiled up a
If...If all the world knew our pain
we might never have suffered
If all our friends helped us through
we might never have suffered
If all our parents ever cared
you losing mefull title: every conversation we ever had about you losing me, and how you almost did
things have shifted,
the slightest tip of the universe
on its infinite axis; into an ocean
of arctic darkness
my peripherals are encased
in caverns of ivory teeth,
slick-back orcas and the ominous
terror of frigid waters pushing
against skin, pressurized like
slivers of glass tracing the rivulets
in my palms like fingertips,
faces carved in windshield cracks,
sails carrying me away like stretchers
on silver wings,
toes poised on the precipice of
what everything really means -
do you know how it feels
to be smaller than those ten letters?
soul in the back of your skull,
the world in one moment,
one fraction of existence,
one shard of luck and beauty
somewhere between the collapsed roof
and the radio skipping in and out.
Just a BoyMommy look at me!
Look what I can do!
through hollowed eyes,
it's going well.
He's just a boy,
he doesn't understand
it's all so unimportant.
Mommy look at me!
Look at what I've done!
and "cool," with a grin,
and he's contented with that,
he'll just be on his way.
He's just a boy,
he doesn't understand,
it's all so unimpressive.
Mom look at me!
Look at what I am!
it can't be so,
this isn't what she raised.
This isn't something raised.
He's just a boy,
he doesn't understand,
it's all so unsupported.
Mom look at me!
Listen to my words!
and strangely, still
a war to be won.
He's just a boy,
he doesn't understand,
how to break a heart.
Seattle NightsCoffee shops, raindrops,
My heart stops.
Phone calls, shopping malls,
Youve broken down these walls.
Romantic dates, a warm embrace,
Entwined are our fates.
Sinking ships, pressing lips,
The way you move your hips.
Smooth strides, my heart glides,
My nervousness now hides.
On my mind, pain in rewind,
You are the perfect find.
Time to waste, off to space,
Always making my heart race.
Do Not Wake MeDo not wake me from this sleep
For it would disrupt my dream
And do not force me to face
The inevitability of reality
For in this dream I am safe
My fears and stress have been erased
Everything is here as it should
Even the horror has been replaced
Waking me would break the glass
Of the mirror I have forged
That holds this false reality
Of the perfection that I dream
So with a hint of a smile
Resting on my sleeping face
I ask you from behind closed eyes
To not wake me from this dream
It Only Took 3 Little WordsAfter all these years, I still dont understand why it was so difficult for you to admit it. Why couldnt you just utter those three simple words Id been waiting to hear ever since at the carnival, when I won you that stuffed teddy bear. Once I saw your normally pale face become flushed with color, (and that crooked smile of yours) I knew right then and there that you would be the one.
We first bumped into each other at a sandwich shop. I mistook you for one of my brothers friends and spoke for what seems like ages, (realistically no more than 30 seconds) before you stopped me and informed me that we had never met before. I bit my lip and turned bright red as your lips bent upward forming a smile. You assured me I wasnt that red and there was no need to be embarrassed. (Dont take me for a fool, even though Im just a fool for you) You then convinced me to buy your sandwich, since I obviously knew you so well. (I always was
Hold OnMy heart takes a tumble,
My face grows flushed.
With what to say I fumble,
Never knowing I could blush.
We stare up into the skys bright lights,
Following the paths of planes with entwined hands.
Let us live free, knowing we have plenty more nights,
We have time to spare, not needing to make plans.
We see the city lights burning,
As we lay in arms atop the tallest hill.
With your warm touch, I feel my insides turning,
As I wipe away your tears, mine begin to spill.
I cant help but worry one day you will leave,
For you are perfect and I am merely broken.
I never know what to say and sometimes I forget to breathe,
You remember every moment, each word I have spoken.
The moon soaks up our embrace,
As we float off into the unknown.
We leave silently, not leaving a trace,
Holding on so we wont be alone.
Sonnet VThe stars are coming to collect their pay,
You and I are left alone in this place,
You try to run, I beg you to please stay.
Without your company, I am void space.
Rain whips down from above, a reminder
That we are not alone, just well hidden.
A forsaken world, could not be blinder,
You saved me from err, now become smitten.
Let us roam this world together as ours,
Where wishes come true, all I need is you,
Fly in the sky, scale the highest towers,
For what we have is only felt by few.
Let us make this our castle, I your king,
You my queen.Dreams come true,I gently sing.
RememberingPeople have always told us,
"dont wory their is nothing to fear",
we all believed it when we were young,
People always let us know that we are okay,
With all these things people tell us to keep us calm,
People never tell us there will be our turn to fade away,
When our turn comes we will just slip away to death,
But before any of us take our steps to death,
Every person will take life for granted,
Maybe only once or maybe more,
And this is what makes us fear,
Like the little boy I used to be,
Before I started dreaming of destiny,
My family was close and my bonds closer,
Then my grandma was put into the hospital,
She was their for a long time and I never visited,
But one day when I awoke from a terrible nightmare,
I had a feeling and I knew I had to go and visit her,
My mom said no at first but I insisted on it,
Then I said something that made her see,
I had to visit her so I could say goodbye
So I skipped school and came with,
By the b
being reasonablei always find something to put inside me
to try to substitute you and your glory.
nothing ever comes close to being good enough.
and it leaves me emptier than before;
i hate crying because of you -
it means that i'm still weak,
and it means that i still love.
more than a n y t h i n g
there is nothing in this universe,
nothing at all
that i could possibly
want or need more
and there is nothing in this universe,
not even this pain
that could possibly
AdorationIm afraid to close my eyes for then I may fall asleep, only to wake up and realize you aren't real; you never really did exist. Sometimes I hardly listen to a word you say, not because I don't care what you have to say(believe me I soak in every word you utter from those perfect lips of yours), but because I am too busy staring into those eyes of yours; I love how innocent and full of life they are. I like to lay my head on your chest just so I can listen to the rhythmic beating of your heart (a heart that beats for me). Sometimes I act like I am asleep because then I know you will snuggle closer and kiss me on the cheek. I use to be afraid of commitment, afraid of making myself vulnerable, but with you all of that changed. Im not even sure I remember when or how it all changed, but youve made me fall for you (harder than I ever imagined). I love the way you draw hearts on my forearm and say, I love you whenever you feel like. You hold
Shooting Stars, Speeding CarsButterflies, starry skies.
The way you look into my eyes.
Holding hands, our love stands,
The one example of a perfect romance.
Pouring rain, soothing pain,
Now I have you, with you Ill remain.
Your warm skin, make my heart spin,
The way you stare with that grin.
Shooting stars, speeding cars,
Catching fireflies in glass jars.
Sunsets, airline jets,
Living with no regrets.
I fell so fast, forget the past,
Promise me well make this last.
I Love My LifeThis is my life
I controll it
Nothing hurts me
No one can stop me
No one can bring me down
I am strong
I am beautiful
This is my life
And I love it
Creature ComfortDown into the depths of her mind
lives a creature who's not very kind
His fangs are sharp and ready to slice
been there, done that more than thrice
This little monster isn't all that rare
he shows up in school, dreams, nightmares
The teachers always said she was out of tune
already gone but much too soon
In their thoughts they held her soul close by
made sure she was fine but hoped not to pry
Now, she's still alive, hanging by a string
a tired angel flying with only one wing
You'd think her peers would want to stop in
Take a little time to wash her of sin
Maybe tell a tale or grasp her hand
stare for a while at her wristband
As much as I'd love to tell you a lie
they never said anything but “try not to die”
Her parents, oh God, they were the worst
only came once to sit and to curse
A phone call or two, but that was the end
they were scared their little girl wasn't on mend
This made her sad, afraid of it being her fault
that she had to go and bring her life to a halt