Best Deathme Poems
darkness come caress me now
and as I die I weep
my body lies here limp and
cold
I prepare myself for eternal
sleep
a million miles of starry skies
to me they look like sparkling
eyes
that come to watch me die
but then they're blocked from
my view
by a deity with soft black wings
i know he's here to comfort
me
though death is what he brings
it's odd
it feels as though he loves me
he strips my clothes away
his wings caress me now as he
holds me
and we begin to sway
he holds me close to his chest
as a mother holds her child
sheltering me as i leave
the wicked and the wild
and i can succumb
because now i feel so weak
then i see a tear
fall from his eyes and wet my
Cheek
it's over now he kisses me
he longs to taste my breath
and as if he longed for more
he sucks it from my chest
his lips linger over mine
for he knows when he pulls
away
the fire in me that screamed to
life
will not see another day
Darkness come caress me now
and as i die he weeps
and now that i feel no longer
scared
he lulls me off to sleep
What manner of an angel be
my love, who standeth here?
Such beauty did I never see
in any Earthly year.
What mighty magic has she cast
to make me love her so,
that if I should for aeons last,
still with her I shall go?
What wonders lay beneath her breast
and weigh my heart like stones?
These eyes of mine did never rest
on any sweeter bones.
What better end have I to meet
than ‘fore my Lady break me
to lift me in her embrace sweet
and to her darkness take me?
after Ivan's wake, later that night while I slept,
I had a dream..........
suddenly! I was in a parking garage below ground,
it was dark and oil-greasy, I was standing near a car,
a big old four-door
and on the other side of the car stood Ivan
motioning me to come to him......
I started around the side of the car,
but my feet felt like lead buckets......... I could barely move
I couldn't seem to get to him.......
and reached out to him.......
exclaiming "Ivan your dead! do you know your dead?"
.......with that peaceful smile Ivan always had,
he replied "jimmy! (he always called me jimmy)
I know, I'm ok, come here, I have to tell you something"
he reached out his hand to me,
.............and disappeared
My son, my one and only
To you, I give my hand
You left us grieving for you
This dark and lonely night
Take my hand and lead me
Leave me not in despair
Let me join you this present hour
For my heart can not go on
A moment more without you
My love, my one and only.
The sun shines yes I know
A heavy gust as the wind wants to blow
Leaves flying high in the sky and then hitting the ground
The sun decides to fall as the moon decides to rise
As darkness begins to be all around
Remember my smile as the sun that shines
Remember my breath as the wind blows
Remember my feelings as the moon begins to rise
Remember me even when I die
The fire burns everything in sight
But the rain rids its heat with all its might
The cold weather is now here
And the sun begins to disappear
Remember my love as the fire burns
Remember my pain as the rain falls
Remember my hugs as the weather gets cold and dry
Remember me even when I die
The breeze cools everything and everyone down
Even that sad person walking into town
Listen to music on the days you have a frown
And at night dream as you lay in your gown
Remember my passion as the breezes begins to settle
Remember my words as the music plays
Remember my inspiration when you start to dream
In the heavens I will be lifted up high
So remember me even when I die
© Jeremy Fennell
no end to this neverending sentence...just a sour note and a few mad quotes from the afterlife
afterlife? more like ants in the afterbirth...once a mighty warrior now a worm...i slither and i squirm...
no fire and no heat just chained to this seat...forced to view the victims of violence from this man of misery
with eyes and ears open...not even a blink...with every scarred soul the lower i sink
the movie begins and the theater is dark...and i'm not alone...i can hear other dead dogs bark
these innocent faces turn insane just in seconds...i can feel their disease...turning blessings to curses
a sad symphony and a choir of chaos keep spewing their venomous verses
i once was the greatest but now i'm the worst
i just can't breaK FREE from these shackles and chains...i hear the word NEVER into eternity
the echoes of screams they just come back from the screen
now the skeletal masses are laughing at me
i ask for forgiveness 1000 times a day but my tormentors just laugh..."NOT A CHANCE"
graves of ghosts empty and they all come to me to thank me in person for just being me
no uniformed ugliness just brutality beasts...they all take their turn from the
a to the z
i cry out to God and he says, "IT'S TOO LATE"
i talk to the devil and he says, "you'll be free any day"
vengeance was mine now i'm getting slain...for all of my sins and my murderous ways
for attrocities all...from the small to the large...i turned good men to monsters and massacred love
i turned peaceful neighborhoods into ghetto battlefields
i broke apart happy families as they cried,moaned,and squealed
more than six million got sent to their makers with lead sleeping pills
i lived the devils deal...now repaid with revenge...i'm sad,seedy and sour...still no suicide syringe
like blasphemy on a binge i tore hideous holes in the fabric of time
yes to my children of darkness i made the demonic seem divine...i even claimed to turn water into wine
now truth and terror has me thirsty for some kind of a release
from this concentration camp i NEVER can leave
please just one tear from heaven can put me at ease
Should I ask for forgiveness
Or continue to hold this blade against my pale skin?
I know Ive prayed and asked for forgiveness before so this time it is a committed sin.
I can't help that so many people hurt me
most do it without realizing it because I'm to nice to bring it to their attention
I let them say what they will and cry about it later holding it in around family
But soaking my pillow case at night
holding my arms around me to stop the pain from radiating through the room
I hate this feeling it just brings me gloom.
Except for the blade that brings the blood rushing warmly to the surface
A sign of life deep inside when I feel so numb other wise
Some find this stupid and dumb but i don't care because you don't know how i feel
inside.
I sometimes want to run and run and run
But i can't because there isn't anything new to run to
but you..
You... who hurts me and doesn't know
You.. who i think i love sometimes but feel confused and therefore hurt some more
You.. who tells me to look forward and step through life's open door.
But I can't because I have a problem
with this blade I cut my wrists, just a little
to feel a rush.. A problem yes
But none the less
I'll pray for this to all cease in my life
but it will continue and in the end ill feel like hell..
Pardon me Quaintly,
my DEAR FRIEND...
For how would you feel,
If I brought the End?
My eyes are empty,
and my soul is Black...
Nothings to living,
there's no coming Back...
Everyday,is a waste,
I waste my Breath...
I await the call,
from my friend DEATH...
His presence, I've found,
I know he's near...
I'm ready to step out,
out of life's fear...
Oh, the wonderful thought,
*DEATH* to Die!!!
TO experience it now,
beats being alive...
I imagine it to be,
an incredible masquerade...
For I fear life,
*DEATH* I am not Afraid...
It's a seclusion of Peace,
it's simple to be free...
out of this Body,
and away from Me...
To drift away amongst,
the beginning of Time...
On a complete Disconnection,
On a short term Line...
DEATH, DEATH my friend,
I'm calling Thee!!!
I'm awaiting your call,
to let me be Free...
I want to sink,
to fade away...
Away from this world,
I see everyday...
Slowly, Slowly I like,
*TO DIE* my friend...
So I can feel all the pain,
Of my tormented End...
Why, Why am I,
Am I still Here?
For I tell you *DEATH*
I DO NOT FEAR!!!
written 07-21-2000, CCJ Experience - a suicide letter-
lying on the dirt floor
twisting and turning in my sleep,
i hear a moan and one last sigh,
and then a lady starts to weep.
i try to wake up from this terrible dream,
and the dangers that face me.
but as i blink i notice one thing,
my dream is reality.
i look up at my mother,
a strong and kind woman,
and ask her what has happened
because to me, it looks like a bad omen.
although i know what has happened
I'm not afraid nor do i cry
i stand there strongly beside my mother
my stomach growling and my throat dry.
a few more moons pass me by
until i feel famished and weak
and i noticed one thing,
I've not eaten in a week.
i walk down to a pond
and saw me staring at me.
and as i look down at my body
i say " that's a sight i dont wanna see."
i make my way back to the tent
there's only a few people left alive.
and with these harsh conditions.....
no one will survive.
one falls after the other
starved and all worn out
and last my mother falls
and it's to God that i shout.
"Why did you take her?"
"Please dont leave me here alone"
and at that very moment
my spirit and body were gone.
Rest my angle, lay down your head,
You do not sleep you have not fled,
I feel your essence in side my heart
a pain so great to be apart,
Memories are stolen yet still we have few,
i thought we had forever of me and you,
your smile still upon your face guiding you to your heavenly place,
you must now go, don't watch me weep,
For angels so dear we can not keep.
Form:
I recovered haste
As I made way in a sepia wood
Far fatigued limbs
Taking me as far as fear could.
Winter held captive a brook
Bonded by white and gray
I had the desire for escape,
Yet an honesty to stay.
Could this be death, thought I,
Amongst this frozen nature?
Pausing again in the cold
That held me in unmoved stature.
Another damaging glance
For my conscience to alleviate
And I became an element
Of the black waters of fate.
And there, was my fragile life-
So oddly replaced.
No haven from my desperation,
No salvation of grace.
When I pass away
I want to go
Lifted gently on Angel wings
Listening to a beautiful song
Sometime between the month of Maybe
and Not at All
Let me languish
In luxury
Bathe in perfumed dew
Let me indiscriminately waste
Sometime between the month of Maybe
and Not at All.
Let me ride lightning
To glory
And tame thunders voice
Let me gather stars in cluster
Sometime between the month of Maybe
and Not at All
Let me portend to
Dream, dreams
Let me be myself
Let me feel the birth of freedom
Anytime before the month of Maybe
and after Not at All
© Apr 11 2010
When your head is bent in sadness
And your heart is breaking in two,
Remember our good times together
And the love I had for you.
Remember the laughter not sorrow,
Remember the sunshine not rain,
For our time on earth is much too short
For us to dwell on the pain.
We all come into this world
Filled with hopes and dreams which we weave.
We laugh, we dance, we sing, we cry,
Then it's time for us to leave.
So live your life with gladness
Taking each day what may come.
And do not think of me in sadness
For God has called me home.
........................Shiraine
Another crossroad.
Invalids weep when
wearing another's
soiled diapers suddenly
disappear.
In spite of the battered off-chance -
from a despondent interruption;
I'm the exposed exception.
Coarse fingers bleed.
My wheelchair spokes
are hardly friendly.
I proudly bawl when no one
can see me bow my head
amongst the company of
irreverent observers.
At rest
with this solemn disease -
the embrassing stench of inhumanity
forces me to open a
newly glass-stained window.
I whisk swallowed past-killings
onto bent steel hangers.
Neatly there, they elegantly droop -
angled and uninteresting;
in a dank closet where
falsified myths
and I
silently hide.
Leukemia, I personally, thank you.
Mid wives laugh at me.
Jesters poke a crooked finger, also.
Kings, queens
and jacks are left behind.
I chuckle, too - with an
unbridled Lucille Ball lament.
Four spaded-aces and a forgotten spittoon;
the uninviting hospice where we
comfortably bed together
crocheting darned finales.
Say farewell.
Don't tell anyone.
Blood bleeds beyond
frowned staled dales and
expiration is a personal moment.
Daddy and Mommy need to witness
the definition of
an unwarranted demise.
Open ended the
Grimm fairy tale concludes,
without a finely tuned
Aesop moral,
leashing the braille-exhausted
onto another muddied
crossroad.
Days will come days will go. The day we are born we start to grow things will come
things will go. Just how many of these things will we really know? The snow will come
the snow will go this will show just how much I love you so. Time will come time will go
when they lay me down below. Time will come time will go soon you will have to let me
go. Days will come days will go you still have a few years left to grow. Things will come
things will go some day you will understand why I was laid down below. The snow will
come the snow will go even thow I am laid down below I will always love you so. Time
will come time will go just let me go I will see you soon. So go live you still have many
years yet to grow and so many things yet to learn and know.
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