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if I cry
The tears will
cleanse my eyes
wash my face  
Glide along my neck.

My hair will be blessed
with the water of You.
Flowing down my sacred *******,
That nourished.

Waterfall of the Angels,
Down my back.
My body
feeling the coolness.

the sadness of it all.
I am Drenched
in all my thoughts and love
indued with you.

The tears will pool at my feet
forming the trickle,
That will meet the rain drops.
Find the flow-away..
will bring the parts of
you and me together...
down to the river.

through that river
we will join.
Enter the ocean.
My tears will spread
far and wide... 

A perfect moment,
they will rise up
Becoming
One with the clouds that have formed
the rain and the mist

And if I cry these
will be my tears
falling  
Once again
My daughter Mariah Belle Flaherty passed at age 24 on September 23, 2020
R.I.P my youngest Love
Lux Nov 2020
Honestly I didn't know how
so many things could fit inside of me,
how so much sadness could be in my heart
how much rage and frustration could welt my soul
but I knew that they were wrong
and that not many could ever understand.

I talk about you,
I let balloons go
I write to you
I send letters into space,
I speak to the sky
Knowing you'll get it.
you always did. They say grief is just love with no place to go.. her name is sarah and beautiful souls are never forgotten.
Mystic Ink Plus Oct 2020
Love is a cure
Still don't overdose

Fatal it is
Genre: Mininalist
Theme: Acknowledging Human History
Author's Note: Someday it'll make a sense
Ingram Oct 2020
Im not sober tonight
laying alone in my bed.
Because I’m drunk
on the memories
of what we were
and overdosing
on the thoughts
of what we will never be.
Harold Brinkley Jul 2020
I know this place, I remember shivering on my knees in darkness, The kind of darkness that consumes, An abyss. You promised that you wouldn't let go of my hand, you promised that if you got lost, at least we'd be lost together. You broke your promise but I hope you found peace.
Isabella Howard Jun 2020
Death is a friend who caught my eye
Ten years and three months ago
Up in the attic
Hiding all alone.
When the monsters come and find me
They'll take me back home.

& Death is a friend
Kept closer than any.
He doesn't get angry
His eyes never leak
As he watches me paint lies
Over blue bruising cheeks.

Death is a friend
I'm falling in love with
As months crawl by
I'm gaining the courage
For that first final kiss.

I almost was brave
Ten months & three weeks ago
Driving alone down an old country road
Death in my passengers seat
My skin growing cold.

& Death is a friend
I'm more than halfway in love with
He was all I could see in your face
As you painted in bruises & blood
To put me in my place.

& I cried to the old brick road
I told all of my secrets
I told of all my pain.

Death is a friend
I fell madly in love with
Ten days and three hours ago
Hiding in that alley alone
Begging for death to take the rest of me.

Or some profound piece of me.

But Death is a friend
As cruel as he is kind
In moments of need
He is nearly impossible to find.

Ten hours & three minutes ago
I chose to make death mine.

After ten glasses of wine
These three bottles of pills have finally fogged my mind.

Here I lie
In the attic alone.
I've only got one cigarette left to go
Till the monsters will never find me again.
Randy Johnson Jun 2020
He did drugs for many years and he finally had to pay.
Because of his drug use, he died one year ago today.
He overdosed last year and sadly, he could not survive.
If he would've had the courage to say no to drugs, he'd still be alive.
When he first started, he smoked *** and later did worse drugs like ****.
He grew up around the wrong kind of people and that caused his eventual death.
On June 3, 2019, his family and friends had to say goodbye.
If you also do drugs, stop it or you will also eventually die.
DEDICATED TO JOHN W. BROWN (1970-2019) WHO DIED ONE YEAR AGO TODAY ON JUNE 3, 2019.
Ayesha May 2020
You keep telling your body
that you will stop
but in the end, she does
it all herself.

14 15 something me
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