death

Last Climb One Last Time

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Struggles

Each moment, struggling to swim,

The sun is over; the light dims,

My hands grasp the jagged rocks,

Familiar feeling of faint fury--

 

stuck in a loop

 

stuck in a loop.

 

Rest as the waves lap,

look up and see 

the climb ahead 

again

Memory serves anguish

knowing each climb has been

slow and when it seems over

 

the tide comes roaring in

 

to claim its victim back

to its dark blue depths

 

the cold is setting in 

and I'll climb again

 

The climb, easy now,

The top, close,

Fingertips reaching and 

desperation, sets in 

 

Navy blue screaming to

Bring back its body

 

a smile sweeps across

as salty water erupts

 

At least I know this is 

 

the last climb. 

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People only love the dead

What the hell is wrong with you? 

Before he was killed your insults acted as a drill 

He smiled and laughed and you acted as if he was a burden on your back 

You called him annoying, told him that he needed to shut up 

You hypocrite, you only care for the dead and give them sympathy 

You monster, you hated him because he was being himself 

You master of disguise, hiding behind a façade of tears 

All you did was hurt him, and now that he's not hurting, you finally love him 

This is the problem, you hate and can't love 

You bless the dead and curse the living livid 

You need to grow up and love people whilst they are still here 

Because now that he's gone, he may only remember his scars, the scars that you caused 

Now get out there and love while you still have time, love like losing love makes you lost 

Grow up, and learn to love, just as we were made to do, love and never lose hope, 

That's what the dead would like us to do, love the living while their still living life with us, 

Thank you, God bless 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

In loving memory af William, to protect the family and others involved, the last name isn't stated, bless you

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Decisions

Decisions... Life is completely cursed with crimson colored deeds and decisions determined by pretentious parents and peers who deem it necessary to nag at anything that's non-negotiable in the eyes of those narcissistic people that think thoughtful thoughts of themselves, all alone... Do our decisions really matter? Do they orchestrate the path of our life? Is it all one journey? do we really get a say in what goes on, and if we don't... Then what the hell's the point of being here. Of even going along with this so-called "ride that is life"? Is that why no matter how hard I try, I fail, no matter how quiet I try to make myself, I fail, no matter how much I try to get out of the way... I fail... Why? Why, why, why... That's the question isn't it? Even if I got an answer, I'll still act like a terrible two's toddler that drives their parents mad, I'll still get in the way and abuse the help that I cry for and whine for knowing that the only reason that they return, is because they pity on me. Why don't they just drop me, let me go and be free of the bondage that is the grief, anxiety, and mucilaginous traits that make me so unbearable? Just leave me alone, I want to be alone, don't they get that, don't you get that? But the thing is... I want to be alone with someone. I don't know why, but it's warm by the fire, and I guess I'm just too afraid to jump in, that it'll just burn me, but is that really a bad thing... But then, I think, if I jump all the way in, will I burn, or would I drown? Because who knows, I decided to do this to myself, and my decisions decided to do this to me, and I don't even know how it makes me feel... Maybe I like the way it feels, you know, the burn, the adrenaline rush that you get when you gasp for air when you rush towards the surface, wondering if you're going to make it or not... And I wonder if I ever will? And I wonder if it will be my decision? And I wonder why these damned decisions seem so important to me? Please... Help me understand, that's all that I ask, and it's all up to you. It's your decision, so hurry up and decide, time's almost up, quick, decide, the longer you take, the longer it hurts, so hurry up, and make up your mind, because I can't do it for you, what's taking you so long? Say something, please... Whelp, it's too late, it looks like no one cares to speak up, like I'm surprised by that, and while you took all of that time to think about how others will think of you, while you took all of that time to worry about your own profile and how you would look speaking out, I did it, I ended my problems... I ended my life, so if you had something to say, anything at all, it's too late, I already did it, the deed is indeed done, dead, I'm

sleeping alone in a bed of dirt, because you were afraid of opening your mouth while I was closing my book... You're a monster, and I love you, because that's what I'm supposed to do, love unconditionally, with my still, non-beating heart.

Thank you, and God bless

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Lengthy, older

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Goodbye Charles Strange

Let me tell you about a neighbor of mine.

He had been my neighbor since 1979.

He had a loving wife and two children

He has died but we will see him again.

His death is hard for his friends and family to face.

He's in Heaven now which is a far better place.

It's tragic because his life came to an end

He was a great neighbor and a friend.

When I learned that he died, it was very sad.

But now he's in Heaven with my mom and dad.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Dedicated to Charles Strange who died of cancer at the age of 62 on January 9, 2018.

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World's Silence

Watch the world fall silent
A lonely sound
To echo across
The open ground
Let the poor hear it
And the rich feel it
Let the living miss it
And the dead have it

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A thought to those that are on the cusp

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Face me...

As the deathly, Icey slices of the shattered glass fly towards my face, unzipping the skin…

I knew. They. Were. Here.

 

The cold sweat pours down my face as I search for a plan…

I can’t hear myself think!

The deafening sound of bullets showering on your cover

The yelling of young men

…and the last shrieks of the female nurses, who have now fallen

contributes to the foul smell

The foul smell of the empty shells where the souls lived.

 

Fuck!”

 

My long hesitation on the battlefield has paid off…

O’, the exquisite beauty of the sharp pain

One glance down…to view the left shoulder

As the metal drowns into my flesh…

 

Harsh Rubber of their soles thuds

Thuds. Sound surrounds, me

 

Up

 

Only to see the points of those guns

Only to see the strings of life

Face. Me.

 

BANG!

 

-Sachi Ruaya

 

 

*Written within the time limit of 15 minutes (phew)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

STUDENT REFLECTION:
I would consider this poem as one of my most abstract, descriptive works.
I used my critical thinking to choose the appropriate words, text structure and ‘story’ structure since I strived to emotionally impact the reader with the words, metaphors and other linguistic features. 
I have taken many risks such as using sentence structure in which the reader may have to think deeply to comprehend the meaning using the context. *At the end of this poem I have placed the translated meaning of any statements that may have confused the reader.
Skills Discussion 
I have deliberately structured the sentences to enhance the text according to the audience and purpose, successfully involved the reader by the use of literary devices such as metaphor, simile, onomatopoeia, abstract and technical terms appropriately in context, control and manipulate the linguistic and structural components of writing to enhance clarity and impact and chose to manipulate or abandon conventional text forms to achieve impact.

Demons

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Band Lyrics

Verse 1:

"I'm Sorry" is all I have to say.

I've succumbed to my demons.

They do not sink.

Rather they swim.

Always full of doubts,

I let you go.

I let us go.

 

Chorus:

You treat my love

Like it's a game.

You toy with my feelings.

Treat it as you please.

You got my heart 

Under your control.

You're my puppeteer.

 

Verse 2:

I hold back the tears

From the day you left me.

If your feelings changed,

You should have told me.

I still am in love with you.
"You are the one"

Is what I tell my best friend.

 

Bridge:

I cannot move on...

If only you'd give us a chance,

Letting go would not

Be a problem now.

Now, I shall forget you

Because you forgot about us.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

About situationships, friends with benefits, fuck buddies, etc where one person catches feelings but the other doesn't give a fuck. It's unrequited love.

In Death I Shall Smile

I have no need to struggle any longer,
The speed i take set to elude my path,
His majesty sees only in my flaws,
His voice rises the purge,
A smile drops falls over,
A piece of heaven felt at last,
Shall death rest with me...

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Goodbye

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Band Lyrics

Verse 1:

Set sail your worries

Into the open sea.

Say goodbye to all the pain

And suffering you’ve endured.

You are not alone.

For, God has your back.

 

Chorus:

This is not a goodbye.

I’ll watch you guys from above.

Don’t be saddened by my passing.

Say that I did well.

I tried my best

To keep it together.

But everything and everyone

Has failed me.

Farewell, my loved ones

Until the day we next meet.

 

Verse 2:

Hold on to what you believe.

I’ll always be there

In your memories.

Though, it’s late

To say: “Don’t let me go”

 

Bridge:

I live in your memories.

Though, I know it’s too late.

If only I could have done something,

Things would not have ended this way.

Now, you’re gone.

Rest in peace.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Rest in Peace SHINee's Kim Jonghyun. You will be missed and did well. This is a song based on the news that I learned of the Korean pop star's death that triggered my own experiences with mental health that many refused to believe.