grief

FOR A DEPARTED SON.

Grant me a corner

in which to cry;
through joyous eyes
I saw my son born,
through bleeding eyes
I watched him die.

Grant me a corner
in which to cry.

Permit me a quiet place;
let tender fingers
sew together
a wounded heart,
which through
my son's death,
has been torn apart.

Permit me
a healing place.

 

Allow me a soft bed
on which to rest;
let someone soothe
my aching brow;
keep the memory
of my first born son,
not amidst the dry reeds
or dull souls,
but amongst the best.
Allow me a bed
on which to rest.

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FOR A DEPARTED SON.

Grant me a corner
in which to cry;
through joyous eyes
I saw my son born,
through bleeding eyes
I watched him die.
Grant me a corner
in which to cry.

 

Permit me a quiet place;
let tender fingers
sew together
a wounded heart,
which through
my son's death,
has been torn apart.
Permit me
a healing place.

 

Allow me a soft bed
on which to rest;
let someone soothe
my aching brow;
keep the memory
of my first born son,
not amidst the dry reeds
or dull souls,
but amongst the best.
Allow me a bed
on which to rest.

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Enter My Fear

All of the welcoming emotion suddenly dies.
and the darkness shrouds the land in only misery's cries.

 

Enter grief!
A timeless ocean. 
Trapped of despair, trapped without relief
Enter the moon!
Endless racing of the thoughts.
Including you alone, trapped dead inside an empty room

The dead is holding you stiff once more!
Staring into your eyes, never have you felt so gone before

The time comes again, to pit against all that is you
Will you ever find the part of you that is actually true?

Paint the sky bleak
Consider everything we cannot speak

The one painting with the sun I painted as a child is lost.
Reality has broken the barrier, this is the ultimate cost



 

Ginger Ale

Folder: 
The Journey

Armor can withstand the deadliest swarm

While blanket can keep the injured souls warm

You are superior to both.

For armor can’t caress the cub in distress

And blanket can’t protect

 

For all of us that you call you own,

You have done so much.

When we screw up and lost in our world,

You pull us out with a tender touch.

 

I enjoyed our every exchange,

Leaves me asking for more.

Things I’ve done to make us estranged,

It hurts me to my core.

 

I return as the summer ends,

I’m determined to make amends.

It will happen for sure.

As days go by and nights turn late, I procrastinate

Until that day.

 

I truly adored the stories told

In the conversations we will have.

But fate had thought of plans so cold,

That I no longer have the chance.

 

You should have seen, in the afternoon,

When we all learned the truth.

Not a single dry eye across the yard,

we face the shocking sooth.

 

Questions were asked but none was solved, saw the light escape many eyes,

All that’s left was grief.

For the big and small, for the fragile and strong, for the friends and foes,

We come together in disbelief,

No boundary as we embrace, as we try to comprehend.

To comprehend, to understand, to…

Impossible, minds were filled with thoughts,

Tangled in a thousand knots.

Nothing but chaos.

 

When the fog thinned out, there is no doubt,

We remembered what you said.

Ginger ale to replace the beer,

Keep a leveled head.

Together we cheer,

With the ginger ale, to you and all you’ve done

 

Till this day, I cannot say,

I have truly face reality.

For in my mind, you went away

In a vacation blissed and free.

 

I will wait, till that date,

When I have the chance.

But till then, we celebrate,

With bottles of ginger ale.

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Dear Santa

                      Dear Santa,

      I know I'm a bit old to be writing to you.

 And I know that what I'm asking you,

 is something that is very irrational.

 But you're supposed to be,

 this amazing, magical, all powerful being.

 

      And I have just one wish,

 besides my wish for my crush...

 And this wish, this huge, important,

 forever present, christmas wish,

 is....

 

      Oh Santa, please,

 please, oh please,

 give me back my baby sister.

 

 

      I know it's a crazy wish,

 but it's what I REALLY want!

 Even if she can't come back

 and actually be alive...

I just one more chance 

to talk to my baby girl!

 

Love from me

Moriah

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A Christmas wish letter to Santa, to please, give me more time with my baby sister.

Its not finished...

And although I know this is a crazy, irrational wish... I want it to come true soooo bad!!!

 

Please let me know what you think!

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My Heart Breaks (2nd Version)

Folder: 
Baby sister Poems

When I think of all the things

you'll never do...

When I think of all the places

you'll never go...

When I think of all the things

I can't say to you,

 

My heart breaks.

 

 

When I look at your picture....

When I look at your grave...

 

My heart breaks.

 

 

When I miss you...

When I miss your laugh...

When I miss your smile...

 

My heart breaks!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Yes, I know this is the same poem as the other "My Heart Breaks", I just didn't know which format I liked it better in, so I posted them both! :)

What do you think??

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My Heart Breaks

Folder: 
Baby sister Poems

When I think of all the things

you'll never do...

 

When I think of all the places

you'll never go...

 

When I think of all the things

I can't say to you,

 

My heart breaks.

 

 

When I look at your picture....

 

When I look at your grave...

 

My heart breaks.

 

 

When I miss you...

 

When I miss your laugh...

 

When I miss your smile...

 

My heart breaks!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A Poem about my baby sister. Please let me know what you think!

LEAVING MY LOVELY

                                                        No one can stop this fast black train. I feel sick insane. My soul is aching.

                                             

                                          She runs through me in flashes. No more smiles or sorries. How could anyone relate to your sorrow.


                                        Your burning rage with a million fist. I could throw. Kneel down in my corner, my pity pool. Dripping


                                         wet. Feels like forever until I see you again, If ever. Closing your eternal eyes lost in release. Undo


                                        these cuffs that bound your wrist. They no longer grasp you to prepare you for death. Unleash your


                                        sweet soul. My mad soul. Tired and ready. You sleep so lovely under bright lights. No more tears for 


                                         fears of them leaving you behind. Where's the rewind? Are you floating above in a beautiful bliss?


                                        Do you have wings of silver blowing us a kiss? Stories bring me to ease. The times of your life you 


                                         felt you could breath. You were lovely. Something needed you to leave. I see you in dreams but 


                                            nightmares to. Letting go is never going to do. Rest sweetly my love. I will carry you with me on 

 

                                            and on and on.

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Loss

they are confused,

they thought they knew me

and now they have to face they never did


the things they were not there for

i tried to tell them about

but loving people can often cause blindness


we love deeply

and because we love so deeply

we can hear another's story and shut them out


it happens fast

we do not even realize we do it

and it continues like a cancer in the blinding dark of love


the story goes in our ears

and moves like lightning through our minds

we are unaware of how to help


pain, anger, resentment, denial,

all stages of healing

and grief....


when someone we love is hurt

they are grieving a loss

and it is the same as grieving a death


without being present for these emotions

within ourselves,

we cannot be present for another's


without developing a healthy grieving manner

we can never be there to help 

another help themselves


so now, the pain of not knowing me

knowing i was alone

there comes denial


you were not alone!

(guilt)

god was there!

you asked for it!


blame god then

you always did like seeing him hang on that cross

but don't try to tell me it never happened



3:47 PM 7/5/2013


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