I flick on the lights, run to my parents' bedroom. O Doug! My Doug! O DOUG! He's gone. My number one support system. My everyday hero, He's been taken for granted.
He fixes our uniforms without being asked. I need him, he'll be there in 5. I May, I Will. Run as fast as your feet can tread When you get here I may be dead Use the force that God gave at birth Please use your endless mirth. Write For You. You asked me to write for you, So I wrote of a boy with stars in his eyes, A bright soul, and his heart on his sleeve.
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I wrote about how he died and how the light left his eyes. Deadly Hues of Water. Dipping my toes Into the endless midnight blue To me, it's a deadly hue. First my ankles, Then up to my knees. Remind myself to breathe. My clothes are wet now. The Gift of Swift. When he was born, God gave him a special gift. He was a British actor who was named Clive Swift.
Deadly Magical Power. All I have to do is paint a portrait of somebody being dead and he or she dies in real life. I've painted portraits of my former boss, my in-laws and I also painted a portrait of my wife. Veil Between. You cannot see What is unseen. You cannot feel What is not felt. The lines between Do not fall to observe. The truth is there It is just unheard.
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Your eye can tell. People gathered and noise all around. My Biggest Mistake. Take three steps forwards Realized from years of hard work Fall backwards off the ledge Realized from a downward spiral One morning; a monday morning. Two thoughts; do I live or die? The Raft. Take me away from here Let my departure be ungrand Let me go unnoticed. I whispered with the devil and he told me what to do.
He said some people might not like it, even me, and it's true. Whether it's a noose around my neck, or a bullet in my head, he said he doesn't care at all; he just needs me dead. Blithe memories, laid in ash. She Wears a Pink Shawl. I've traveled many lands To a find a mind like yours. I'm writing down new plans Once I reach new shores. Now i'm somewhere in the islands Underage mystery face in a bar. Fire Haiku. Burns forests to ash Destroys both good and evil Harbinger of death.
Silver Sight. As cold as the moment before dawn As uncertain as the future As scary as a murder As dangerous as a war It steals the unwary And eats anyone it can. What is the point? Why live when a solution lies ahead Ahead of life, so why strive? Just dive straight ahead Ahead lies bloodshed Ahead of life, so why strive? Why try to survive. TAAKA vodka, purple harleys, and cigarette rolling trays.
The smell of pancakes and pretty summer days, the littlest things Are what triggers the replays Of the horrific day My daddy took his life away. One day when life was full of peace My mentor said something to tease Who are you? Why are you here?
What is your life's purpose, my dear? Not All Fights Are Fair.
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I watched as my entire soul crossed a threshold. Time slowed and I saw his face. It was him. Lying Sky. Do you ever look at the stars and just leave home? Leave earth? Because when I see those shining beauties dotted like white paint, They take me to a universe without any distractions. An interesting thing about stars,. They see reaching arms. She Who Travels at Dusk. Oh weary traveler, Who are you to hate the summer? In heaven waiting. I am a tortured human soul, The world would be better, If I go.
The Battle Within. The Blade is at bay, the Thoughts by the shore.
The Noose at the gate and Suicide at the door. Then Darkness creeps in soundly and Death wins the war. I saw you today. Your umbrella wavering in the rain.
The days we spent chasing each other in the rain,. Fifteen Ways of Freedom. I'll settle for rights. Let us dance in revelry, Chalices to our lips. Immemorial, the fountain, From which springs forth the nectar of ages. The clock frozen,. Hello and Goodbye. Could somebody take me somewhere pleasant?