Tag: death
group name: myguild
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December 02, 2006 04:27 AM EST --
Crucified
Between two thieves
Beneath a hot sun
Upon wood
With nails
With thorns
With hate
With fears
With sweat
With blood
With torn tissue
With contradictions
With no mercy . . . more
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May 03, 2007 02:14 AM EDT --
What could she say
In those moments,
The minutes ticking away,
The space narrowing
Between her and him,
As the light dimmed
And the heart pounded in disbelief?
She didn’t know,
Her mind . . . more
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December 07, 2006 03:16 AM EST --
Vacant dreamers selling nights,
Which, being cold as ice,
They swore with jealous tongues
And spilt their silly juices to the day.
Oh, oh, the deep red berry,
The blood-like stone of called-out girls, . . . more
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June 28, 2007 02:01 AM EDT --
She took the child wrapped in death,
And held her close in her mothering arms
And kissed the brow with her tired lips.
Still now; no movement or crease;
No release of smile or wind;
No uttered . . . more
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June 16, 2007 05:59 PM EDT --
When I was a baby my mother put me in the care of my grandparents. With us lived my uncles and a cousin of theirs. Across the road lived another cousin and her children, Maureen and Ernest, . . . more
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November 29, 2006 02:09 AM EST --
"Will you die before me?" she asked
"I'll die the next moment you die
Because I can't leave you alone even for a second," I said
"How can you live without me, . . . more
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December 27, 2007 03:29 PM EST --
You know she's beside you dressed in black as she always is like some perpetual mourner. The silence that surrounds her is like a dark blanket that almost suffocates you with its heaviness. She pushes . . . more
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March 22, 2007 07:59 PM EDT --
the split belly
of a South Central Liner
spilling metallic intestines
over a rusty track
the picked remains
of a bum's last meal
a black speckled
bird's hymnal crowing
and the exposed
white . . . more
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June 14, 2007 07:09 AM EDT --
A Doctor's Conversation With A Patient
by
Pamela Tyree Griffin
It’s like erasing a picture of fruit on a table -
then trying to recreate it and being . . . more
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July 14, 2007 02:22 PM EDT --
The blue blinds are drawn
The telltale signs
Are here and there
About her room,
The unmade bed,
The cast off shoes,
The nightdress thrown aside
And the bloodstained sheets
That softly tells
Of the . . . more
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December 23, 2007 02:36 AM EST --
They'll say that God had need of her
Before her time,
That angels sought her company
For beauty's sake
In mind or soul,
That stars will shine far brighter
In the night of all their dread . . . more
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June 27, 2007 01:38 AM EDT --
"Make love to me," she said
and by that, she meant Make me
feel less like I am dying.
The sun through the curtains
colored the room
blue and white and yellow.
Her fallen hair
shone like fool's . . . more
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February 09, 2007 02:40 AM EST --
He’s lost her now to death’s cold arms
The charms and smiles are memory’s claim
But name and frame are buried deep
In earth’s dark folds no light to see
Nor warmth to know for . . . more
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July 01, 2007 11:29 AM EDT --
This is her bed,
You can see the creases
Where she laid her head.
The pillow holds them still
Like relics in need of keeping
For others to behold and others know.
She laid her body
Amongst these sheets . . . more
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April 10, 2008 02:41 AM EDT --
You know you'll never tell them
The true aspect of war;
Never reveal the sights you saw:
The men, women and children dying,
The colour of blood on your uniform
Not your own; the change . . . more
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June 01, 2008 04:08 AM EDT --
It seemed a shame that
Her last view of New
York was the one she
Took seconds before
She leapt; this was no
Kierkegaardian
Leap of faith; faith had
Eroded after years
Of self-doubt and . . . more
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March 07, 2008 04:32 AM EST --
You have made out it's a picnic, have told Milly a deliberate lie. She holds a handful of the red dress you wear, as you both walk toward the beach, along the cliff. You touch her hand gently; sense . . . more
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January 14, 2007 10:01 PM EST --
A Fishing Trip not Easily Forgotten
Many years ago when I was just a child my grandmother , my mother (excluding my father, as they divorced two years earlier), us kids (the three of us . . . more
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February 26, 2007 01:55 AM EST --
Two old sketches of character development from a roleplaying game. The game was a futuristic world in which vampires had taken control of the goverment and created an opressive society. The speaker . . . more
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June 06, 2007 02:37 AM EDT --
It was her penultimate dance.
You should have seen her move,
The way her feet and legs
Graced the floor of the barn,
The way her eyes and hair
Flew to all and sundry
With that laughter cast
To all in . . . more
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