Tags Dying
Bleak OutlookA Poem by The Iron HorsemanA poem about despair. |
Dying to LiveA Poem by C_theSurrealistWill you wish to be alive if your life is dead? |
Dungeon TurmoilA Poem by NikkiI wrote this poem at an extremely lonely point in my life. |
To Die Without DyingA Poem by AnnaI feel the ghosts of something I know I cannot recall,their meaning, their names, beyond my feeble reach.Though they walk up and down my longest, blan.. |
As My Friend Lay DyingA Poem by Alfred Kukitzthe boyhood hours have passed |
Futile RunningA Poem by WillaDanversI had to really think if there is anything that scares me. To ask myself, what am I truly afraid of? And then I found it. |
A Broken HeartA Story by WillaDanversThis is a chapter from a book I am writing |
SmileA Poem by ThisismythearpyAnother dark poem about life and death. i don't like this one. |
Sweet fruitA Poem by ThisismythearpyOne of the dumbest things I've cranked out. Sometimes you have to vent whats on your mind and happening to you I suppose. May be a little deep and dar.. |
The EndA Story by NewbeginningsEnd of life depression. |
FallA Poem by EmilyThe leaves are changing As well as I My friends are grieving For I will soon die My hair is turning grey Like clouds on a rainy day My ski.. |
DrowningA Poem by GeorgiaRI'm drowning,I am in an ocean.The seaweed is wrapped around my feet and pulling me down,to depths I didn't know existed. And you,You have a boat.It's .. |
Hell had WarmthA Poem by Barrettg26Hell had warmth though, the sounds were vicious. We fools, our breath will be cut short. any valor would be fic.. |
Please don't go...A Story by BradleyExtract from a book I'll never write |
The Eulogy of Alice HayesA Story by GwenLarkA man says goodbye to his wife. |
PathwaysA Poem by SeemsPoeticSelf Motivation |
Chaos of Our SoulsA Poem by Alfred Kukitzwhere is humbleness in skiing |
Grey Silk SheetsA Poem by Harlotte CrowLove affairs with Death are quite deadly. A Memento Mori story. A tale of death acceptance. Warning: Questionable content. Not at all for the sensiti.. |
The End of DreamA Poem by David Lewis PagetThey had said that he was dying butHe might as well be home,He was taking up an empty bedAt the hospital, in Rome,And no amount of medicaments wouldBr.. |