A thief is one who takes without notice or permission
You are the biggest thief, no remorse, never caught
leaving brokenness, emptiness, depression and loneliness
with every robbery.
No one can ever reclaim or recover what you've taken as you
take from the young, the old, the rich, the poor, from the suburbs and the ghetto.
You don't care if they are white, black, red, yellow or brown.
No respect for any, never full, never enough, with greedy eyes
ever searching, hands grabbing and snatching the very air that we breathe
you are the biggest thief, no one likes you, but you don't care, you come again
and again leaving hearts shattered in pieces.
Not one day goes by that you rest as you take quickly and quietly stealing
hopes, dreams, and futures.
I will never understand why or when you take, or the extreme grief your leave
for us to carry and then you will come again until you take everything.
Death, Death, Death.
I want no further thoughts of woods each day.
I hold all found and lost on one same eve.
The pangs of loss in memories replay.
From morn to night my heart does steady grieve.
As velvet satin she did clothe my soul.
Each spark in our embrace held love’s best ache.
That she did lay in leaves with me was scroll
My yearning heart had inked for loving’s sake.
In leaves we wove as two inside one dream.
Our passion rose beyond all we had guessed.
The bear I did not see before her scream.
I fought but dead in leaves she lay undressed.
Always red leaves amass around that bear;
Awake or not that view is my despair.
Funny how life’s a lie
Never thought it would be my time
Do you wanna catch the sunrise
Let’s take a walk or ride a bike
See in between the lines
Darling, will you come along
Hear the whispers in your cry
Such a savage thing to do
Leave me all alone, how could you?
Now I see the darkness, do I blink and I’m gone too…
A storm floods a sacred temple,
hatred runs along the waves.
Choking on dirt and dread,
with rotten thoughts filling his head.
A distaste for what makes people human,
finding comfort in cold corners.
With every corpse, his soul bled,
warrior of light, now painted red.
As the winter faded into black,
he traded light for a twisted smile.
The purest soul was led astray,
drawing out darkness
during the day.
Bluebird, when you flew in the air,
you made me happy singing there -
but now, you don't make a sound,
lying sideways on the ground.
Such an act of cruelty !
SmilyFace had no enemies we knew of !
The world would forever mourn.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
I read your obituary this morning.
It said you passed, and something about eternal rest.
I thought we agreed that when you were ready,
You would summon me.
I heard nothing, not a peep or a whisper.
You are the third person this month.
Of all three, you said,
You would summon me.
The other two left without fanfare
They faded, like the morning fog on a warm spring morning.
I expected more from you because
You would surely summon me.
When it’s time for me to leave,
I will have few friends.
I don’t intend to announce my exit.
When the universe summons me.
The thick heavy coat of my worries,
is weighing me down,
Clinging down to the bottom of a frozen lake.
Why can’t I slip this off and free myself?
Self inflected agony,
the panic of forgetting how to breathe.
Like a piano's mournful notes
with sad music, slow and low,
my heart plays too with sudden news-
in her sleep, she passed today.
Piano keys with heartbeats play
a requiem, bringing tears.
Assisted dying is should be made legal
Because life can treat people unequal
The misery people face
Is not something society should embrace
I am a believer in pro life
Not pro intentional strife
I also believe in pro choice
Many people don’t have a voice
People should decide their own fate
It shouldn’t be for a court to debate
Suffering comes in all types of form
There needs to be urgent reform
For some they have terrible accidents
They have no one who represents
Some people have terrible genetics
Who face an onslaught of skeptics
We trust people to decided about food
Alcohol, medicines, gambling to name a few
All can kill one way or another
So why let people who can choose suffer
I should be able to choose my final demise
Without others faces compromise
I should be able to legal do it
And no one else just ever face consequences
In January
With Mother Mary
We wed down at the chapel
In February
Cold and airy
Your cheeks as red as apple
And in mid March
Under a golden arch
You said we would have a daughter
But then come April
A spring too fatal
For we had quickly lost her
In late May
I heard you say
We would be forever
Although in June
It came to soon
We were not together
At the end of July
I saw you cry
Through your open window
Then in August
You never saw this
I threw away your pillow
In September
I still remember
I got the call I dread
And in October
No longer sober
They found you cold and dead
In November
To control my temper
I enjoyed the end of fall
Lastly in December
Your darkened dying ember
I could not picture you at all
I’m not sure I can go on, but I will try to breathe.
Sylvia Plath's last words
sleep, dear children, sleep
this world she can no longer keep
what life offers, I wish you the best
o dear children rest, please rest
the day awakens with a sigh
for this morning she must die
for her mind is not her own
this you will understand when grown
you will look to the stars and sun
o dear children your life has just begun
You never saw past the glory days of 17.
Because you got sad and thought it a better idea
to hang yourself from the ceiling fan
instead of replacing its burnt-out bulbs.
Bright idea.
Dimming the light of all the candles
whose hearts and souls were trying
to add light to your dark and dismal life.
You were selfish to drop out.
You were selfish to quit.
And
now that you're gone, I can't help but look up
at the light shining down on me from your ceiling fan.
I changed the bulbs.
So why is everything still so dark?
And how do I go about life when my only friend snuffed out my candlelight spark?
Could you come back home, please?
I can't do this without you.
And I might go insane if I have to sit and stare between the cracks in your ceiling blades any longer.
Maybe I'll snap them off,
cut my wrists,
and join you.
Wait,
even though I'm depressed,
I know there are people in my life
that still need me.
That's something I could never get
through
your thick
ing
skull.
Selfish.
Nothing is heard, but the gentle breeze
Breeze that whispers over the deceased
Trees bow their branches with deep respect
For those that lie in cemetery beds.
The green grass is tended graciously
For mourning of friends and family
To find healing that lessons their grief
And helps those grieving to find some peace.
Flowers adorn the beautiful place
Chosen with perfect love and good taste
By those who’ve lost a special someone
Who in their heart’s will always live on.
A cemetery is the place to be
When hearts are broken in two, sadly
The ambience has a calming effect
When one feels that their life has been wrecked.
Stone angels keep watch both night and day
Singing to keep tears and fears at bay
So the departed rest in sweet peace
And their souls live on within God’s fleece.
* * *
The Smallest Life
The smallest life
A life no less
A beating heart and will to live
The smallest voice
Can not call out
Cannot be heard above the crowd
The smallest hand
A final plea
A longing for simplicity
The smallest pain
A pain no less
A feeling of unwelcomeness
The smallest heart
A heart stood still
Falls silent in the evening chill
The smallest love
A love unwon
Now floats toward the setting sun
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