Posts tagged with death
22 December 2010 - Thoughts of a Dying Tree
I turned to see the tree fall in the forest. Crashing like a lake over the forest floor. The branches and leaves splashing over me. They say the falling tree may never make a sound if no one is there to hear it. It sang to me a requiem of 500 years as it fell.
6 December 2010 - When and Then
When I was born, It is said the flowers bloomed and the rains washed away the past And the days grew bright with joy. When I was young, It is said the rivers and oceans sprang to life And endless days were celebrated in my honor. When I grew old, It was said the leaves [...]
25 July 2010 - The Fallen
I died for you today. My body torn and brutalized in the name of someone’s God. The agony of my death etched into the lifeless skin of my face. Crimson life pooled beneath the folds of my uniform. I died for you today. I was your brother, father, mother, son, sister friend and lover. My [...]
15 May 2010 - …and everything is not as it seems
Prelude: The lights seem to flicker in hazes of distant memory A smile transfixed upon faces of the dying Kind words breaking the shy silenced comfort … Run with me in these solum covered hills Where grass grows unchallenged in the light Rain calls to the moments of continued growth Nature’s healing brush upon the [...]
21 November 2008 - Suicide – Thoughts of – TDOR
She opened the drawer to her nightstand, the pale brown bottle of sleeping pills sit harmlessly under the child-proof lid. The long dried tears and runs of makeup down her face are the only signs of life once lived…. as she lies down a long forgotten calm quiets her breath. She comforts herself in the warm down comforter. The sun is shining and the sky is filled with blue… everywhere blue. But the beauty is gone. She sees only darkness. Her soft long hair gently spreads out over the pillow. She has put on her favorite nightgown. It is antique white silk with delicate lace and trim. It is old and worn but it is her favorite. As she closes her eyes, she gently and briefly smiles.
13 November 2008 - When does life begin?
I died this year. But I was never dead. I passed into some strange history, old memories. Yet I am still here. My passing was sudden and unexpected. But still, I am here this very moment, never having departed. People have and are morning the loss of me. I never left them all the time [...]