I've. Already. Died.


Were my life to just cease,

Would it even be a great loss?

Or would their grief, for me,

Be so hard to come across?


Would any weeping ensue,

With a heart that's so aching?

From their guilt of the years,

Convinced I, was only faking?


And would they even feel sorry,

For tossing me carelessly away?

For breaking my aching heart?

For causing me, such dismay?


Will they realize how I've hurt,

Because of their frequent inactions?

For blaming me for it all?

And for contrived-false infractions?


I feel buried-cold and forgotten,

Despite how hard I have tried.

Because nowadays, it's like,

..........I've. Already. Died.


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Life Played Out


Tired, weary, so battered and torn,

Life played out,

And has left me too worn.


Too worn to wonder, to even care,

Why it failed me so much,

And left me empty, there.


I must have misstepped, didn't calculate,

That such utter emptiness...

Would result in this fate.


Now here wide awake, still I am...5 AM,

With pain, loneliness and fear,

My only so-called, 'friends'.


Its like putting on a play, to an audience of none.

As I take my curtain-call,

With the soon-rising sun.


And again it'll met out, just another old day,

That I have to trudge right on through,

And find my own way.



In the dreary day
In the dreary night
I, a wingless fae,
Weep in life’s dull light
Dream of lands forlorn
Chained in thorns I mourn

Called Home




If I should, by chance, be called home today, 

Please do not mourn my memory.

Find peace within the gentle way

The breeze makes waves upon the sea.

Breathe in the beauty of the sky, 

And share the joy within your heart.

Please do not mourn and do not cry, 

If suddenly I should depart.


If, by chance, I am called home, 

Please do not, in sadness, mull

Where hearts in melancholy roam.

But rather, let your days be full

Of those treasures one cannot replace

Such as family, friends, home, and heart, 

Of life and love, and natures grace, 

If suddenly I should depart.




Copyright © MMX Richard D. Remler

Author's Notes/Comments: 

"Death is not the greatest loss in life.

The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live."

~Norman Cousins




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It fills my ears and mind,

It's like a blanket for my feelings.

Flowing through my tortured thoughts,

Making them seem a little less noticeable.

It dulls my overactive mind,

It makes me less aware of the travesties which haunt me.

Through the melodic noises it's hard to think strait.

This is why I listen,

Because it's a tranquilizer for my mind.


Who am I kidding,

I knew who you were from the beginning,

Tell me how to feel about you now,

Now, that you're not with him,

Now, that you're still where I left you,

Back at home base,

Back where you told me you needed space,

Back where you told me to moan your name while I looked you in the face,

Tell me how you feel without me now,

Now, that you realize Im no longer around,

Now, tell me, tell me,

How do I think about you without suffocating,

Tell me how do I think about you without masturbating,

Tell me how do I talk to you and still relate,

Tell me how do I give you space,

I told you I hated you,

But all I wanted was your arms around me,

And now that im skating backwards,

Its getting slippery,

Im falling, wishing you'd come and get me...

Tell me how to feel you about you NOW!

Do I suffocate and let go?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Thanks Paramore


Teenage Life

I grew drier each moment,
Marooned with hunger,
Starved but weary with emptiness,
Wiped from reality,
Broken like a wimp,
Crumple where feet fails,
Stood rooted in absence of lives.

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Knifes, sicken my skin,

sadness clings to anger,

leave me destroyed,

and bless me broken.


Yet, when tears retreat,

I'll stretch behind,

inflict pain to lessen,

lay in expectation.


Empathy surrounds me,

claims of innocence,

justified by allies,

thought to be mine.


Guilt drives apology,

thankful for betrayal,

laughter, like kinder times,

in turn, I'll turn around.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Thanks for reading.

Sea of sickness

For If I like you,

then I am in love with you,

complications will arise,

but I will wash them down,

with a dose of ignorance,

thus forms uncertainity,

within my growling stomach,

darkness drifts to contempt,

until it all becomes too much,

and emotions turns to liquid,

racing to my expressor,

truth buries my feet,

in a sea of sickness.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Silly poem about stubborness, enjoy, ( I know its rushed and not very good)