#Death

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  • ogunsola_ayobami_samuel 2h

    If Today Ends Without Me

    If today ends without me
    Don't come to my grave and weep

    If today ends without me
    Just put my body on a bed to lay
    Do not sorrow nor be in pain
    Celebrate my death for I owe no one debt
    I've lived a life I will never regret

    If my breath should cease before dusk
    Do not look sad, do not even mourn
    Do not cry so loud, for I won't return
    Just gather yourself, for you can't tell tomorrow might be your turn

    If today ends without me
    Just kneel down and pray that in heaven my soul be received
    For where I belong even before I was conceived

    If tomorrow never comes again
    If the day never breaks again
    Just know that I no longer belong to this world
    I'm only a traveling sojourner in this world

    ©ogunsola_ayobami_samuel

  • zainabikhan24 8h

    REMEMBER ME!

    Speak of me as you have always done.
    Remember the good times, laughter, and fun.
    Share the happy memories we've made.
    Do not let them wither or fade.
    I'll be with you in the summer's sun
    And when the winter's chill has come.
    I'll be the voice that whispers in the breeze.
    I'm peaceful now, put your mind at ease.
    I've rested my eyes and gone to sleep,
    But memories we've shared are yours to keep.
    Sometimes our final days may be a test,
    But remember me when I was at my best.
    Although things may not be the same,
    Don't be afraid to use my name.
    Let your sorrow last for just a while.
    Comfort each other and try to smile.
    I've lived a life filled with joy and fun.
    Live on now, make me proud of what you'll become.
    ©zainabikhan24

  • ct_and_skylines 10h

    My Heart Wrote This

    Tonight I write to the moon. It’s gleaming brilliance above me. The prettiest light I’ve ever seen. I don’t think she can hear me. I chose to come to her in a weeping state over the coffee shop down the street. Beneath her I feel peace. I’m rewriting history; in this place I was with a boy, looking for his love while I sat in his lap. I couldn’t find it. We had the moon, my moon, you shine even when I feel pain and lack. I think about death and how it brings me closer to wanting to live, the more I think about it the more I come to life. On the brink of each choice, to live or to die, I wish for God to cough up the secrets on how to live this life.
    I’m rewriting history, and I ask the boys I’ve loved: why didn’t you love me? A question lost in the wind.
    I know I’m a sinner, but sinners need love too.
    Two important men in my life died back to back, I truly have no Dad. When will I be okay with that? What are my forms of attachment, that I struggle to feel free? I want love from people who don’t see me.
    I cry in my bed over a life I have yet to live, because I do not love what I have been given. Yet I have asked for all of this. Is it really that bad? I have a bed, a cat companion, a snake friend, a shower and food. There is always someone with less who bares a bigger smile than I. Why is my smile so hard to find? I’m rewriting my history, and the good part is I can start anywhere I wish. I look to the moon to show me the way. Maybe the stars can lead me to the center of my heart. Oh, I wish upon the moon in the sky. You light up the dark and when I cry I don’t feel alone, I feel your love, I feel your light. Help me come alive.


    -Christian Taylor

  • be_sometimesartistic 1d

    Afterlife

    This long life right ahead
    That you left me with,
    All alone in my head
    My heart won’t stay in it
    Winter wonderland some say,
    It’s a barren canvas, whose
    Colours all you took along
    With yourself wherever you went;
    I’m dipping brushes in water
    Hoping to see you after,
    I know spring may bring colour
    But nothing’s better than your laughter;
    I hope there’s afterlife
    Because that’s where I’ll see you next,
    When I die I will fly
    To right where you stay, you rest,
    And we can see the sun
    Rise again or see it set,
    Winter wonderland they said but
    It’s spring only if you let.
    ©be_sometimesartistic

  • mariamk 1d

    You ask for my identity!

    I'm a crippled heart
    A wondering soul
    An incomplete existence
    A fallen Star
    A vanished light

    No! Neither anyone can ever know!
    It's You who know!
    Infact it's You who create!

    May be a vanished light resting to reinvigorate the spark again
    A fallen Star collecting strength to catch the winds again
    An incomplete existence ready to rejoice it's imperfections perfectly
    A wondering soul exploring and experiencing Wonders of the world
    Or a crippled heart blossoming again to spread love

    I don't know. It's you who decide!
    It's you who re-create your identity
    It's you who decided, who you really
    Wants to be!
    ©Maria

    #crippled #Soul #rise #motivation #life #death #firstpost #love #perfection #recreate #star

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    You ask for my identity!

    I'm a crippled heart
    A wondering soul
    An incomplete existence
    A fallen Star
    A vanished light

    No! Neither anyone can ever know!
    It's You who know!
    Infact it's You who create!

    May be a vanished light resting to reinvigorate the spark again
    A fallen Star collecting strength to catch the winds again
    An incomplete existence ready to rejoice it's imperfections perfectly
    A wondering soul exploring and experiencing Wonders of the world
    Or a crippled heart blossoming again to spread love

    I don't know. It's you who decide!
    It's you who re-create your identity
    It's you who decided, who you really
    Wants to be!
    ©Maria

  • tales_of_a_phoenix 2d

    There are so many books explaining Life, what to do, what to expect, the scientific approach, the magical approach, the metaphysical approach; to the extent, life after death is also been well explained by experts for centuries now.
    Yet when it comes to death, it's a statement - it's meant to be. But why? Why so scared to touch this topic of Death? To do research? Why is blind acceptance of fate for death but unlimited hope for changing one's life?
    Well, that's a 3:00am thought that's still keeping me awake.
    #life #death
    @miraquill @writersnetwork

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    LIFE & DEATH

    Some say life is a cycle
    Some call it a circle
    Some say it's a game
    Of destiny & fate
    While others call it a puzzle
    All too eager to explain Life
    But none dares define death.
    ©tales_of_a_phoenix

  • hedwigs_mom 2d

    Awaiting the end

    A lot has happened
    A lot has changed
    The people around me has changed
    The people I held on has become my past
    but why do i feel the same
    Why is that I don't feel any different.
    Still a burden!!
    It feels like yesterday- I was 5 and I wanted to die.
    And just yesterday I tried to kill myself
    Where does it end?
    How will I end it?
    I just wanted someone to make me feel like waking up tomorrow
    I just wanted to feel special
    The world has always been this way
    Lonely and sad!
    Never mind
    I will end it soon!
    ©hedwigs_mom

  • asexyrulernamedmob 3d

    REST IN FOREVER

    They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger
    What if it breaks you
    Wrecking you from within
    Doubting your reality
    Denying the pain
    Replace with a puff
    Just to feel something
    Fighting the urge to end it
    Denying the feeling of pity
    Smile and be strong
    The descent into madness
    Pushing the darkness
    Where's the light?
    I search with all the might
    But there's none left
    Regret?
    Remorse?
    Simply overwhelmed by it all
    They say it's not goodbye but see you again..
    Until I can feel again
    Rest in forever papi....

    ©asexyrulernamedmob

  • the_matchstick 3d

    Death

    Is Death another beginning?
    Or an end of another routine life?

    If You have a choice to live again from scratch,
    Will You break your routines?


    ©the_matchstick

  • absurd_philosopher 4d

    In waiting for death.
    I die each day differently.

    ©absurd_philosopher

  • j_sathyan 5d

    Dreams of the Dead

    I'm dreaming about her, again
    Staring deep into my heart.
    Tearing the soft fleshes, my feelings.
    Devouring my thoughts and sobriety,
    Savouring the taste of my fear,
    Smiling. Serene and sinister.

    I feel it on my neck
    Her icy cold breath.
    The scent of dried blood,And
    the sweet aroma of the summer rain.
    I looks at her soulful yet scary eyes,
    puzzling. As she leans in
    To whisper in my ear, In a
    Hushed yet horrifying voice,
    "I, your death, becomes you".

    I'm a bit frightened, yet
    strangely at peace.
    I try to wake up,
    To make sense of my dream
    But then it dawned to me,
    I was at my dusk and out of chances to
    make sense of things.
    This isn't a dream, but the fragments
    of my last, living memory.


    ©j_sathyan

  • naqsaif 5d

    7 nights : 3 A.M.

    White colored nightmare
    Same dream
    But a different kind
    Same people
    With different faces
    Same story
    Traumatized menaces

    Not quite dead
    They were dying
    Woke up screaming
    To the sound of crying
    Glad to know they were
    Just spirits trespassing

    A butterfly
    Lost its wings
    And the nightangle
    For the last time sings

    He left the town
    I lit a candle
    It burnt me, I drowned
    He's fine
    Coming back around
    Not a dying voice
    Just a dying sound



    ©naqsaif

  • adi_wind 1w

    Life

    One question always bothers me that how is the world after death But because of this question I forget to live life
    ©adi_wind

  • tales_of_a_phoenix 1w

    DAY AFTER TOMORROW

    As I lay in bed
    And think of the tomorrow
    When am dead,
    I wonder,
    Who will truly miss me
    Day after tomorrow?

    As I arrange my books,
    With extra care,
    A careless thought hits me,
    Will another take care
    Of these, as I do?
    My toys, my collectibles
    Clothes and bags
    And that special
    Party stilletoes
    What will happen to them
    When I pass away?

    What about the albums
    That has my journey
    My memories noted?
    What about the diaries
    Full of un-ticked bucket lists?
    What value of those
    Except for a kilo for 10/-
    At the local scrap shop,
    When am no more.

    Past full of lessons
    Life without a legacy
    Just a body
    That lived.
    That's me.
    ©tales_of_a_phoenix

  • tales_of_a_phoenix 1w

    Cherish every minute with family and friends and close ones out there. 'Cus death comes sudden and then only what-ifs are left.
    #death #love #life @writersnetwork @miraquill

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    DEATH`S GIFT

    Incomplete conversations
    Incomplete plans,
    Half made crafts
    Half-eaten cakes,
    Filled wardrobe
    Filled boxes,
    Empty room
    Empty bed.

    Empty body
    Scent-filled air
    Echos of past giggles
    That's all there.
    ©tales_of_a_phoenix

  • mindscapeofamy_95 1w

    Have you seen those cobwebs,
    Hanging from the branches of a tree
    To the other?
    Where does it start? Where does it end?
    It does have a pattern,
    Beautifully woven like a lace.
    But I cannot tell you my friend,
    That this is where the end lies.

    Each day is an affliction,
    With not an end in sight.
    The pandemic came to our land,
    Like an invisible ghost.
    It mocked the mass with its game,
    Never once letting us get hold of it.
    "I play on your lungs... Oh!
    Now in your eyes... well!
    In your heart is where I now sit!"

    Hey you! A virus as small as a cell,
    Are you for real?"
    Where are those days gone,
    When we never held our lives so dear, Being home felt like a luxury,
    And travel to work was tiresome?
    Ah! Come back ye days!
    Wake me up to a new dawn.

    @writersnetwork @milind_ek_kavi @vineyardofthoughts @poetswords @krishnega
    #pandemic #hopelessness #pain #lost #uncertainity #gloom #death

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    What now?

    ©mindscapeofamy_95

  • night_mist_ 1w

    ए-ज़िन्दगी

    ज़िंदगी को उस मकाम् पे छोड़ जा ए-ज़िन्दगी ,
    तेरे दर पे जहां से शुरू की थी ए-ज़िन्दगी ,
    क्यूँ सबको याद करके मुझे भूल बैठी है तू-ज़िन्दगी ,
    मौत के तलाश मे भटकता हूँ जाम पे जाम लगाए ए- ज़िन्दगी ,
    कुछ मुझपे भी तरस खा जा खुदगर्ज ए-ज़िन्दगी।
    ©night_mist_

  • saumoshri 1w

    He knew what I was going to choose. He knew I couldn't just pick him. He brushed my hair aside and said "Till death do us apart, right?" His eyes glinted with fear but he was trying to be strong for me. "I will love you forever love' he whispered in my ears before he pulled me for a passionate kiss. We kissed as if we would never see each other again. I knew that wouldn't happen though. This was my choice and I chose to be his love forever.

    ©saumoshri

  • mrunalome 1w

    Her.

    The prayers were so fierce that
    She was born again.

    ArTh.
    ©mrunalome

  • larvenum 5w

    Thee Passing Dawn

    "Oh, viciousness of thy anguishing plights, shall thee pass before thine light of dawn?
    If nither hence, at last, shall thy be the dusk before my death?"



    ©larvenum