I am DyingI am dying. At only 25 years of age, I am dying.I am Dying by RebeliousWOLF
It's such a beautiful word. Dying. Like a long slow sigh of relief after a difficult struggle, which is more than familiar to me. But the word and sound is the only beautiful thing about it.
I am likely to survive this ordeal, it happens often now. And when it does, I hear its secrets whispered and blown along the wind. From where I lie, in this lean white room, I hear them spoken under awnings, murmured over counters, delivered as well known facts across gates.
It won't be long now, they say he's dying.
At times like this, when this 'illness' appears, it's easy to see what's being said, easy to see the other side of people. I am, after all, the Mind itself.
It's about time he died. He's nothing but a bad smudge. He's best off dead.
But if they knew the truth to this illness, they wouldn't have dared speak nonsense behind my back. They wouldn't have dared look at me.
I'm not one for humiliation. Never have been. But my life has been one
That poor manHe's that poor man from across the road, the one you used to see taking his pretty, dark haired daughter to school every morning, smiling at everyone. You probably exchanged a brief smile with him yourself a few times, when you were out in the garden. You have a lovely garden. He's complimented you on it before.That poor man by RebeliousWOLF
He's the one you used to see, a gleeful smile on his face when he was with his family. Watching him from the window of your house you used to think he was always so happy, but that's the thing isn't it, they're always the ones that hurt the most. There are times when you have to search for a second to remember his name. You're pretty sure it starts with an M. Mark? Malcolm? No, it's Matthew, the Gift of God. Of course. He was a gift. You all loved him, he was always polite.
When you heard about 'the tragedy' from Sarah next door you felt absolutely dreadful.
'A man broke into the house while he was out and murdered his family'
Is all you needed to hear, but she gave a very deta
HomesickI am the river's son,Homesick by KaseyKillface
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
never mindI guess it’s kind of funny, if you think about it. You always see in the movies – in the TV shows – people running and screaming and praying and stuff. That’s what Hollywood always thought it would be like. Some sort of ‘death cloud’ or something – or like an asteroid or something like that – that just happened: that just totally hit everybody by surprise.never mind by andrewpom
People have known about it for months. It’s not like in the movies. The word ‘inevitability’ comes to mind: and hey, guess what? Nobody cares to run from the inevitable. It’s pretty stupid – isn’t it, if you think about it – how people, in the movies, try to run from inevitable death. Everybody has decided what they were gonna do today weeks ago, maybe even months ago. Say goodbye to family, spend time with girlfriend, et cetera et cetera. As with the Kubler-Ross effect – or whatever it's called – p
I've lost the plot, mate! I'm also a daughter, a sister, a friend, a best friend, a part-time sociopath, a guitarist, a pianist, and a full-time loon.|
Current Residence: NORTH WALES
Favourite genre of music: CHANGES ALL THE TIME BUT ANYTHING RESEMBLING MUSE, A7X OR FALL OUT BOY WILL DO
Favourite style of art: Pencil stuff
MP3 player of choice: My silver box
Shell of choice: TURTLE SHELL
Favourite cartoon character: Gir
Personal Quote: ''Mae'n iawn os ydw i'n ychydig yn ansefydlog"