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Isn’t it ironic?
The concept of our life
That everything we work for
Will undoubtedly die
The beauty of our faces
The muscle that we’ve toned
The high paying job we worked for
The objects in our home
The thoughts we think important
The ones we surely don’t
The memories now filling us with bliss
And of course the ones that won’t
Our dearest friends
Our family
No one shall escape
The one thing guaranteed to everything
Will also be our fate
The concept of our life
That everything we work for
Will undoubtedly die
The beauty of our faces
The muscle that we’ve toned
The high paying job we worked for
The objects in our home
The thoughts we think important
The ones we surely don’t
The memories now filling us with bliss
And of course the ones that won’t
Our dearest friends
Our family
No one shall escape
The one thing guaranteed to everything
Will also be our fate
Literature
Maybe.
Fist fights and battles in my head
I'll always remember what you said...
The day you lied.
Glass shattered all over the dirt
I'll always remember your last words...
The day you died.
I could have saved you, love.
I should have saved you, love.
I would have saved you, love...
Then maybe we could both still be
Alive.
Literature
letters on leaving.
i wrote my first suicide letter in 10th grade.
they told me it didn't count if you felt like dying
unless you had it down on paper
like a vetoed birth certificate.
i've rewritten it enough times since
to realize i could never leave with a proper goodbye.
goodbye is too heavy a word for paper to hold
and i was never brave enough for the kind of courage it takes to tell them
why.
why they weren't enough to keep me here.
but i'm finally learning a different kind of bravery-
the kind it takes to
stay.
stay.
i learned to wear death
like rope burn my junior year
my senior year we became friends
but i finally stopped cutting the insides of wrist
Literature
Forgive This Grief (Miscarriage)
My arms are weighted with her space,
a heaviness that won't compare--
her toes, her smile, her tiny face,
and the imagined white-blonde hair;
forgive this mother's grief for stolen dreams
and let alone these tears that stream.
Forgive this mother's grief,
forgive this mother's grief,
remember things aren't always what they seem.
I know it's wrong to yearn for them,
but those moments when you despair
would give to me what was unsent--
a life of burdens I wish I could wear.
Forgive this jealous heart that wants to share
the grumpy shouts, the unmade beds you bear.
Forgive this jealous heart,
forgive this jealous heart,
remember it's 'bout her,
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I find it more amusing than ironic. It is good to laugh at fate once in a while.