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God has sent his angels
To collect another precious soul
One whose eyes shone blue like the noon day sky
Whose frame once stood tall and strong
But sickness took all away
Your fragile frame now lays lifeless
But the glow around your face
Lets me know that you are in a better place
Comfortably you left this world in a coma
Leaving family and friends in tears
Of sorrow and joy
They can’t see you fly
Flying high in a comfortable way
Singing with the other angels who have come to guide you home
Pray for us in heaven
For here we feel so alone
Your presence is lost
And only memories remain
Here we hold a picture of you
To show one last time what your bright blue eyes looked like
How your smile could brighten the day
Hold us now
In your angelic arms
Give us comfort in this time
Breathe peace into our hearts
That life may go on
Be forever here to watch over us
Until the day we can meet again.
To collect another precious soul
One whose eyes shone blue like the noon day sky
Whose frame once stood tall and strong
But sickness took all away
Your fragile frame now lays lifeless
But the glow around your face
Lets me know that you are in a better place
Comfortably you left this world in a coma
Leaving family and friends in tears
Of sorrow and joy
They can’t see you fly
Flying high in a comfortable way
Singing with the other angels who have come to guide you home
Pray for us in heaven
For here we feel so alone
Your presence is lost
And only memories remain
Here we hold a picture of you
To show one last time what your bright blue eyes looked like
How your smile could brighten the day
Hold us now
In your angelic arms
Give us comfort in this time
Breathe peace into our hearts
That life may go on
Be forever here to watch over us
Until the day we can meet again.
Literature
Eater of Blades
Eater of blades
break my bones
with moonstone
teeth, smooth
and archaic
as underground
lakebeds
I decompose
to layers
of silt within
the morass
of your dark
throat, swallow
my selves
to touch
your stomachs,
cherish my eyes:
delicacies rich
with minerals
allow this
lost voice
to flow through
your forgiving
bowels, to gasp
for freedom
as silent
combustible
perfume.
Literature
looking inward
And then the day came
The day my mind opened
Just the smallest of a break
So that I could see inside my own thoughts,
As if I were an outsider looking in.
And what I discovered
Was truly disturbing...
A Pandoras box
Of jumbled thoughts
Of half planned ideas.
This tiny crack revealed
A child's misunderstanding
Of what was true
And what was not.
I saw that I allowed others
To control my every action
My every thought
As if they owned me.
I saw how I let others lead me/use me.
How I trusted so easily
To totally trust
Without reason. I saw the people I had let into my life
I saw them as they really were
Life suckers who had almost drained
Literature
Dromomania
Every day I turn the key in the lock
Hoping to find you
tucked into the white folds
of an envelope,
of the bath towel I left on the sofa this morning.
But you and I, we haven't the breadth for that sort of thing.
I wish I could send you something of spring,
some distended meteor green with hope.
I'm watching the last of the oak leaves cling
stubborn
and I think
spring may not be coming this year.
There is no birdsong, there is
the furious sleeping of toads in the mud.
I came on the bench
where I slept in the warmth of your memory
this time last year.
Now the thought seems less mine and maybe it was
me you'd dreamt beside,
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A dear friends brother died, what a kind sweet soul he was.
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I'm sorry for the loss, but your poem is really nice I can imagine how nice that person is.