Be The Death Of Me Poems - Poems about Be The Death Of Me

I’ve been here before at this event horizon Is it shadow? Nothingness? Heat? A death a fire of refinement The pressure madness? The spaghettification of my timeline rage, doubt, clout drawn into this pull A cycle I’ve been here before Fragments of past I think they are memories not all at once Light, bent or twisted An echo? This eye I? AI? A sunset? Or sunrise? An empty cavity? If I fall in what? A light at the end of the tunnel? singularity A new...

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… Acque diradate. Il sonno amniotico si è concluso. … Una via. In salita. … Tornare nel fango è sempre possibile (?) … ...

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Improv is an unscripted comedy form. Starting with an idea for a sketch, actors interact with each other, making up things as they go. As one person responds to another, “No, but…” squashes spontaneity, while “Yes, and…” builds the banter, propelling witty action forward. Quick and clever dialogue promises even more to come. Then, after finding an apt ending, a brand-new sketch can begin. Our lives are...

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Live long enough and we end up alone No matter our fortune no matter our throne Life will have sway as our journey unwinds One breath at a time — our voices unrhymed (Augustinian Seminary: July, 2025) ...

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In this summer month of her what would have been her 21st birthday, I see bed of withering red orange tiger lilies and say, "Your death reddened you, yellow flower, into an orange, then red."...

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I know how the cycles of life, death, and rebirth can be unfair. I know how it used to feel like they never showed they care. I know how it feels when nobody at all wants to share....

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… Realizzare d’esser vivi durante la festa dei Morti… Imparerò a mie spese cosa vuol dire non sentire più il cuore battere ma non esser capace di morire. Cenere aspersa tenta, in carne ed ossa, di far nuova comparsa. Qui è cominciata. O definitivamente finita? Ha unito questa festa persone altrimenti destinate a rimanere separate per tutta la vita. E forse era quella la retta via smarrita? Non è...

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chill breeze Ron sneezed deep freeze he wheezed stung knees cried, please ... death’s tease ...

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We have built a world— Not for the need, But for the greedy. Palaces boast of fifty rooms Where no soul sleeps. Garages gleam with a thousand idle chariots, While the homeless pray to wind and pavement. One man holds A thousand acres of land, While millions kneel With no soil to claim as home. Step into the White Halls of Power— Leaders dine in gold, While the...

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In my soul, transcending this world, I aspire to become anything other than a mere being made of flesh. A light awaits me, attainable by a simple touch. My whole being vibrates as I strive to reach that clarity. “That's why I still walk this planet,” I whisper. Despite my morals and my suffering, I'm gradually detaching myself from...

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O’ withered orchid; once A blooming child devoid Of weary, standing ‘midst The evening sun, beneath Its golden smile–now Thy leaves of deathly bronze Decay, sinking coarsely Beneath the frail hemlocks Who weep with hollowed bones. “O’ withered orchid… We miss thee, withered orchid…” ...

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Just one year ago, he was alive and walking around. But he passed away and he's buried in the ground. He provided the voices of Daleks on the classic Doctor Who. When people say he was a talented actor, it's certainly true. When his life came to an end, it was a shame. He was British and David Graham was...

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Kensington spreads its legs— lets the city crawl in, dripping Xylazine / fentanyl / tranq, open sore veins moaning dirty dirges. False prophets— all piss and panic— bark half-lies through decaying molars, fingering apathy for spare change. You smell it five blocks before you enter. The stench tests your soul before it reaches your throat. Narcan. burnt spoons. street toilet. Dreams twitch under heat lamps— larval things too stubborn to die. Hope? Hope’s a half-smoked, laced Newport balanced...

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I drove because I hated me. I drove because I didn’t understand. I drove because I am a loser. I lost. What did I lose? The best timeline I could ever have. Happiness, Purpose, A reason. What did I gain? Loneliness, Sadness, Grief, Pain. White for the innocence I left behind, Pink for admiration, for gratitude in kind. Red for the passion I buried alive, Purple, the sun’s crown, her colors survive. Dianthus...

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So plant it on that petrichoric soil in rows As you bring at my funeral that pure ruby rose And so? If I'm unable to perceive it's essence Don't shatter either penalize it in a burst of incense Then nourish it with spring warm water to lush And let it expand on more roses to reserve...

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