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edwardastormwrites · 1 year

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Dancing Lesson

I made her a martini on the rocks, But she didn't like it. I could tell, She stirred After a small sip. We started to dance in a room Where the ceiling Seemed as expansive As the sky. "Billie Holiday's pain is more beautiful than mine." I said "I hope you never speak to your wife this way." She said A tall blonde danced by And mother smiled, "Isn't she adorable, be a go getter Edward." Her eyes were warm with love and gin As we danced in dim light. The blonde danced by us again, So mother gently pushed me away, Under her breath she said "Go get her". I hadn't heard her voice in years I woke with it all over me. Like that gentle and rolling thunder And the water from heaven cool In my open window.

Mississippi Night

My father waited more than a year to clear her things out of the upstairs bathroom. Each morning before school when I took a shower, The bathroom smelled just like her. Her body lotion, face lotion, perfume… Each evening too after basketball or baseball practice. The evening that my father made the decision to remove her personal items from the upstairs bathroom, My father, a man of many words, just uttered one sentence- “I hope she will always come floating through the air to me” My father then took a long pull and finished his martini. He lowered his head and wandered into his bedroom. I was thinking of my father as I turned off the lamps in my room. Did he sleep at night? I thought. I lifted the windowpane above my bed to feel The October air in my bedroom “I hope she will always come floating through the air to me” I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. The air was thick with the smell of smoldering leaves. My mind wandered to memories of her and leaves And love and then The house felt still and vacant. I lit a cigarette and turned on the stereo. I fell back onto my bed, The cold air rushed through the window and against my face. I inhaled deeply on my cigarette, Savoring the warmth and humidity of it. Listening to the sounds outside of my window, I said to myself again “I hope she will always come floating through the air to me” I heard the sound of dogs howling in the distance, They sounded hungry and cold. I listened as the wind screeched and howled, I burrowed into the covers of my bed to keep warm. My stereo played softly as I drifted under thick blankets, I was almost asleep when the sudden silence of trees woke me up. I thought of my father, When did he last sleep? I thought of his last words- “I hope she will always come floating through the air to me” We feel asleep with the window open that night, Mississippi John Hurt playing on the stereo, I’m fairly confident that the last song on that record is You are my Sunshine.

#lovepoems #motherpoems #deathpoems #Losspoems #poetry #poem #poetryisnotdead #poetry is not a luxury

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fourletternamespro · 6 months

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In the Last Place I Saw You: A Collection of Poetry for the Grieving, the Lost, the Misfits, and the Hopeless Romantics

New Book Release, On Sale Now

From the author of “In the Shambles: Revised” comes the next installment in a collection of works that you have never quite experienced before. Unlike its predecessor, “In the Last Place I Saw You: A collection of Poetry for the Misfit, the Lost, the Grieving, and the Hopeless Romantics” is not a haunted and captivating confession. It is an illustration. In the Last Place I Saw You” is like walking into a fever dream of the imagination. It embraces and articulates without hesitation just how far the mind will go to live through the things we never expected to face or have to live through. It summons the curious voyeur of tragedy and commiserates with those who were left behind in the spaces that steal our rationality like sunlight in order to survive. - In the Last Place I Saw You Click on the photo to be redirected and purchase on Amazon.

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incognito-melancholia · 4 months

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I do not know if I will ever forget. I do not know if I want to. I am every age I have ever been. All time ever does is pass and all I ever do is remember. There are days I do not recognise myself in old pictures. There are times I feel like my life stopped at 18.

#thoughts #poets on tumblr #words #dark acadamia aesthetic #sad aesthetic #melancholia #sad poetry #feelings #sad thoughts #sad poem #dealing with grief #deathpoem #dead poets society #spilled writing #spilled poetry #spilled words #spilled thoughts #spilled ink

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justasadpoet · 2 years

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Is this it?

My head is pounding,

My heart is going too fast

I try to focus on your voice

“Shes gone”

This can’t be real,

I refuse to believe it

She can’t be gone

My mom screams

Holding on to her for deal life

Begging her to come back

Nanny sands outside the room staring her,

Her daughter,

Her baby

Dead.

The doctor stood with us,

Hearing us sob

Scream

And beg for him to save her.

There was nothing he could do

Her corpse laid on the bed

I wish we could trade places.

She deserved to live

Why did she have to die?

No one talked on the ride home.

Amie played her favorite songs

We cried

The music drowning out our sorrows

It’s been over a year

Since she took her last breath

Since we buried my aunt

My moms sister

My nanny’s child

My uncles wife

My heart hurts

My eyes are still puffy from the tears.

Yet life goes on

We can’t live in that moment forever

Eventually we must move on.

-L.C.T 9/27/22 1:04pm

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coffinofconfections · 1 year

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人生の減少 [diminishing life] by ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰᵖᵒᵉᵐ

TW; depression, mention of death, suicidal thoughts but not actively suicidal, dissociation

I’ve been so horribly depressed that I’ve been thinking about death a lot. Wondering what’s after all this, what it feels like to die. In the deathdream songs I’ve listened to, there’s a sense that it feels like you’re falling. I wonder if it feels like falling in a dream, but you don’t jerk awake, or maybe you do jerk awake only to be somewhere else.

I’m not actively suicidal really, I don’t have a plan and I don’t really have a desire to act on it, but it’s there in the back of my head as it has been throughout my life since I was 10. I’ve been irritated a lot and my brain goes blank when trying to be social. I can’t think of anything, and trying to be lighthearted or comedic just pisses me off and I withdraw further.

I feel so uncomfortable in my body. For so many reasons. I’m not sleeping well and I’m waking up with tension pain everywhere. I’m staying up later at night, later than I was. My medication that's supposed to help me sleep is suddenly not making me as tired anymore, not until around 3AM when I force myself to go to sleep because my eyes feel heavy even though I can’t get comfortable and I’m not tired really.

I’m slipping back into that feeling of everything not feeling real again. It is what it is, I guess.

#deathpoem #tw; depression #tw; suicidal thoughts #tw; dissociation #venting #personal

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guksberries · 2 years

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Memories

sound of the rain makes plainly chuckles about the memories

tears Kissing cheeks .

Memories hitting from inside,

dancing on the rain ~ cold hands around waist , feeling his breathes on neck.

Missing the every moment from inside heart , falling on his arm..when we count the sparkling stars.

The fate wrote another... When the universe bright more his soul shone a star .

[March 29] |1.30 am|

-Jun

#poetry #memories #moon poetry #star #him #love #deathpoem

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xa-arisa · 1 year

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Got crosses in your fingers

Got crosses on your mind

#deathpoem #decay #fearofdying

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kokkeinagrafix-blog · 4 years

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Issa new one lads! Been a while since i last posted, sorry 'bout that (if anyone even cares lol), i finally took my Christmas break, so now i have some time to draw...hehe...in the period that i been away, i filled two sketchbooks and started with third not along time ago, i think it's somewhat an accomplishment that i am proud of... After watching Proko's video about Kim Jung Gi, i got inspired to draw a little steampunk-ish robot machine thingie so i started sketching stuff on my sketchbook until deciding that i want a samurai juggernaut. I know this looks like a huge ass turret, but my intention is to make it look solid and can take lots of damage. I wish yall a merry (late) Christmas! Stay vibrant YALL! A like would be much appreciated..and why not follow? Nothing to lose! HASHTAGS: #art #artistsoninstagram #artsupportmeow #artist #artwork #digitalarttutorial #arts #japaneseart #conceptart #sketch #samurai #red #geek #anime #poster #digitalart #drawing #cool #deathpoems #kimjunggi #juggernaut #metal #samuraichamploo #huiontablet #graphic #blackandwhiteart https://www.instagram.com/p/B6hEW3MhWab/?igshid=izfrswp6l3g1

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justpeachycomic · 5 years

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Repost because I find this relevant for the new year. For all of you who are making the small steps to rebuild this year, I hope you can find your moon in the ashes. Haiku by Mizuta Masahide . . . #rebuild #newbeginning #loss #haiku #masahide #deathpoems #newyear #grief (at Mesa, Arizona) https://www.instagram.com/p/BsLmTu_nw4v/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1r3km9odoly1h

#rebuild #newbeginning #loss #haiku #masahide #deathpoems #newyear #grief

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tkm-poetry · 4 years

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I've all dealt with losing people and its not the last time we will deal with it but they always live on through us #poetry #positivity #poetrycommunity #poetryofinstagram #poetrylovers #poetrysociety #poetrybutton #poetryforthesoul #poetryflow #poet #newpoetryaccount #newpoetry #poetrylover #newpost #deathpoetry #deathpoems #growthmindset https://www.instagram.com/p/CCgH5HQluTG/?igshid=1lb7b1iq1s0mb

#poetry #positivity #poetrycommunity #poetryofinstagram #poetrylovers #poetrysociety #poetrybutton #poetryforthesoul #poetryflow #poet #newpoetryaccount #newpoetry #poetrylover #newpost #deathpoetry #deathpoems #growthmindset

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scenebearjerre · 6 years

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What is the Truth Worth to You...

I’m in college and I’m older. I haven’t learned to stop myself or better ways of coping. I’ve just learned how to scar myself in better hidden places. How to tell a different version of the truth, one that is more acceptable. To lie with truth so that it’s not really a lie. To care for others without actually caring for others. To look like I am normal on the outside, when my insides are screaming “FREAK!”

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sudeeptalks-blog · 5 years

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The ultimate test Before your karmas Are accounted for -Nirmohi For more poems check out my blog sudeeptalks.blogspot.com My kindle book too is now published: https://www.amazon.in/dp/B07NC13H7Z If you want a personalized poem or a backronym do message me for the same! #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #deathpoems #creativewriting #creativewriter #haiku (at Mumbai, Maharashtra) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvbUkK_JTzc/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=qbmmcjybdlv

#poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #deathpoems #creativewriting #creativewriter #haiku

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incognito-melancholia · 3 months

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justasadpoet · 2 years

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Him

He smiled at me from afar

I felt my heart skip a beat

My cheeks flushed

His smile- man.

It can make anyone fall in love.

Don’t let that face fool you.

He hits hard.

Not just with his smile

But with his hands

My body is covered in welts

The inside of thighs are covered in bruises.

The marks from knees became a constant reminder.

He is stronger

He is more powerful.

My friends say how lucky I am.

“He’s so sweet”

“Gentle”

“Calming”

If only they knew,

That behind closed doors he's different.

he’s ..

Scary

A monster,

By the time I finally got away,

My legs and arms were scared.

My head was messed up.

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

Generalized Anxiety Disorder

Panic Disorder

Major Depressive Disorder.

But I'm lucky right?

The devil slept in my bed

But I’m lucky right?

My body is covered in hidden scars.

But I’m lucky right?

Why does no one believe me?

Is it because he’s hot?

Is that really it?

The devil is hot.

So I must be lying right?

-L.C.T 9/27/2022 1:23PM

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evandrosudre · 5 years

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ENVIE SUA LEGENDA para essa obra prima do @roneijr76 #deathpoems #christianmetal (at São Paulo, Brazil) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvUEjHIBCkm/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=14lulmu6nq348

#deathpoems #christianmetal

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apeop · 5 years

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Read more: https://wp.me/p4ZWdN-OA #charlesbaudelaire #baudelaire #poem #poetry #gothicliterature #gothicpoetry #gothic #frenchliterature #frenchpoem #frenchpoetry #deathpoems #sadpoetry #poetryloneliness (em Maceió, Brazil) https://www.instagram.com/p/BseaSyHgygx/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1njheo4bu3hok

#charlesbaudelaire #baudelaire #poem #poetry #gothicliterature #gothicpoetry #gothic #frenchliterature #frenchpoem #frenchpoetry #deathpoems #sadpoetry #poetryloneliness

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