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The other side...reminds me of a young girl ...immensely in love ..her heart to be removed in the morning...no tears in yor eyes now read on please
The other side reminds me of a young girl immensely in love.her heart to be operated early in the morning ....she knew.....
Necrosis is my lastest work consisting currently of LVII poems (a work in progress)...Necrosis is about waxing and waning from a Childhood's hour through Secenscent's view in terms of hypochondriasis , anxiety and dark interludes of angst, whereas, the writer can ONLY write while unde...
Necrosis is my latest work consisting currently of XLI (41) poems (a work in progress)...Necrosis is about waxing and waning from a Childhood's hour through Secenscent's view in terms of hypochondriasis , anxiety and dark interludes of angst, whereas, the writer can ONLY write while u...
EUTHANASIA He sleeps now soundlessly silently, half breathing ...Relatives watch over him calmly ..having been given a verdict------ Euthanasia has been welcomed with passion
We all come to go...The light vessel kicked about and when the one saw light out from the darkness he cried and cried as we all shared in joy ...the one’s arrival.
When death becomes inevitable it is like a full stop.None can erase it or add an extension.So AMEN
On His Passing Away ''We all have not come to live forever but to live a life worthy enough we have to live through and must endeavour''
Life must end Give it a reasonable modern dignified end Forget hopes of a REURN No one has ever come back yet nor will
Your achievements in this life, however extraordinary they may be, will not last the inescapable ravages of eternity. Everything is destined to be destroyed in a manner as if those never existed.
A poem, after a while of not writing anything at all. Comments are open.
Life can be cruel but we always have a choice in the steps we take. We can't justify tormenting ourselves just because we feel that we have the right too. We must try to move forward.
The death of a young person, in my case a grandchild, is always so tragic. Life goes on and we go on. But some days are easier than others, and on a certain day in June, the heartbreak can be almost too much to bear.
I enjoy writing, I'm not entirely, amazing at it. However, if you want to stick around to find out, please, be my quest! I like to write about real life situations and dark romance. Critique me! Send me knowledge! I want to get better and better as I go.
This is for those who believe in after life. The soul sheds a body and waits for another in a place we call heaven. It is the resting time for the soul, to recuperate from the excesses of the life left behind.
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