There's No Such Thing As Immortality
anxietyplease
Posts: 48
I went to your grave and my memory was fogged be the neglect of your flowers
the forgotten weeks since your death
maybe the forget was wanted.
i thought of the last time i saw you when you were alive.
i pictured you
in this grave yard, the last place i imagined myself to be stopping by
to put your memory to rest
to ease what you ached.
but its not resting, my depression grows stronger everyday
my sadness for your sadness makes it harder to smile
i looked around at the dried out flowers and cigarette butts.
the empty piece of paper under a coffee mug.
i know it must have said something but was washed by rain and time
like your life that has been fading from the minds of all that knew you
the journey your grave lead me through
just to find the plot of land you decay in
i searched for weeks, the roads i reached ends to or the ones i just drove too long on
i will never forget your wake,the day i walked up to your casket.
this body i was looking at through my blurring tears
seemed so far from me, how i wanted to pull you out
to breathe back into you the life that was stolen from your passion to stay alive
i miss you and all that you brought to my life
i have held back the tears
i just want to scream
i want someone to know how much this is killing me
that life has defeated you and i'm still here
im breathing and living and fighting and giving
making and kissing and loving and dancing
sharing and watching and learning and listening
i have been going on and you are there, in this box.
nothing but dead.
i wish i could talk to you
and laugh with you just one more time
cry with you one more time
you meant more to me then there was to mean
and you knew that, however, clearly you forgot
rewind
i need the courage to see past this graveyard of where you ended up
to stop the dreams and thoughts of you
i can only imagine what happened the day you were lowered into this
tossed flowers and ribbons and whatever was at the church and then it was silent
who could mourn for you to stay at your grave day and night
waiting for you to walk up and say how silly it looks that there's waiting and crying and mourning at an empty grave
this was just you being your sarcastic self
death is everywhere
even in my mind
where i have tried to bury your remains of love and laughter
i cannot deeper the grave
i cannot shallow the pain
i just want to remember you were and forget that you aren't
the forgotten weeks since your death
maybe the forget was wanted.
i thought of the last time i saw you when you were alive.
i pictured you
in this grave yard, the last place i imagined myself to be stopping by
to put your memory to rest
to ease what you ached.
but its not resting, my depression grows stronger everyday
my sadness for your sadness makes it harder to smile
i looked around at the dried out flowers and cigarette butts.
the empty piece of paper under a coffee mug.
i know it must have said something but was washed by rain and time
like your life that has been fading from the minds of all that knew you
the journey your grave lead me through
just to find the plot of land you decay in
i searched for weeks, the roads i reached ends to or the ones i just drove too long on
i will never forget your wake,the day i walked up to your casket.
this body i was looking at through my blurring tears
seemed so far from me, how i wanted to pull you out
to breathe back into you the life that was stolen from your passion to stay alive
i miss you and all that you brought to my life
i have held back the tears
i just want to scream
i want someone to know how much this is killing me
that life has defeated you and i'm still here
im breathing and living and fighting and giving
making and kissing and loving and dancing
sharing and watching and learning and listening
i have been going on and you are there, in this box.
nothing but dead.
i wish i could talk to you
and laugh with you just one more time
cry with you one more time
you meant more to me then there was to mean
and you knew that, however, clearly you forgot
rewind
i need the courage to see past this graveyard of where you ended up
to stop the dreams and thoughts of you
i can only imagine what happened the day you were lowered into this
tossed flowers and ribbons and whatever was at the church and then it was silent
who could mourn for you to stay at your grave day and night
waiting for you to walk up and say how silly it looks that there's waiting and crying and mourning at an empty grave
this was just you being your sarcastic self
death is everywhere
even in my mind
where i have tried to bury your remains of love and laughter
i cannot deeper the grave
i cannot shallow the pain
i just want to remember you were and forget that you aren't
"If it takes my whole life, I won't break I won't bend."
-S. McLachlan
-S. McLachlan
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it makes it impossible to smile...i know this...i really do know this...wow...that's all i can say...
from my window to yours
of course...let me know if it becomes a hit.
-S. McLachlan
try to laugh without smilin...looks so weird.
so the laughter is weakened as well....and it seems to me that death makes for good writing. how convenient it is that one can have such sadness at hand to write about.
-S. McLachlan