"It is grief that stains the living soul. It is not peace with the bereaved, since it is peace with the dead. Those who grieve are in pain, because they wish to be with the dead. To recover from this, reverse the wish to be with them, to the understanding that the dead live on… Continue reading Grief Quote – “The Meaning to ‘Peace be with you'” – 6/25/2021
Tag: Grief
Short Prose – 250 Words – “Height of Her Burial” – Love Story – 6/15/2021
Still-life. A stilled life. He weeps to form a garden made from her debris. He weeps, and he cannot even leave. He weeps the funeral back into togetherness, to the final time in being the blank witness to a sunshine that distanced itself so well. It was the final time to view the light, even… Continue reading Short Prose – 250 Words – “Height of Her Burial” – Love Story – 6/15/2021
Short Poem – “Relapsing Ocean” – Grief Poetry – 5/9/2021
Collect me, Or, correct me, While winter freezes the season Into an autumnal summer. Petals fall with the rain, As life grows In the stain, From wilted irises Cast down Towards ever-wandering Feet.
Poem – “Leap-Tears” – Grief Poetry – 4/10/2021
Petals, drawn out of eyes,Washing on, running onFrom the place they laid upon. A mind full of symmetry,Mindful of jealousyMoving forth to shortcomings,Laid flat in the long-termOf a presidency voted in by grief, Washing ashore, eyes to seekThe stagnancy in the idle blueOf skies that never drop,With hearts that never stop. Wandering with cruel disclosureUpon… Continue reading Poem – “Leap-Tears” – Grief Poetry – 4/10/2021
Short Prose – 350 Words – “Holding you in Empty Hands” – Romance – 11/23/2020
I lay here, recounting the days that you have said those words upon the lakes. Upon where ripples cast ever greater waves, while loosening tides from your eyes, to your lips. There is great sickness, here. There is great powerlessness, here. Among me, so much is torn. Among you, there is much more to be… Continue reading Short Prose – 350 Words – “Holding you in Empty Hands” – Romance – 11/23/2020
Short Prose – 500 Words – “Her Beauty, and Broken Heart” – Romance – 10/11/2020
She holds a smile in her hands, while filming the ocean's sounds with her heart. Sounds that return to her, upon when the waters lick the shoreline. Sounds that matter only to a world that never responded quick enough, upon when sickness took her beloved. A world that only gave a whisper from a dying… Continue reading Short Prose – 500 Words – “Her Beauty, and Broken Heart” – Romance – 10/11/2020
Poem – “Grieve Me, in every Word” – Romance – 9/20/2020
The funeral strikes the hour,As I waltz pastThe raining petalsThat do not,RepeatingDo notBurn, nor tearApart, at their solaced shower. Her hair falls back, lifeless,Never againTo be brushed by the hand,My hand,Facing the floor,Soaring towards the naked shoreWhere eyes can glimpse my stroking tears. I had loved,Meagerly loved,Simply lovedThe rose gathered amongstAll these forgotten petals.Her face,A… Continue reading Poem – “Grieve Me, in every Word” – Romance – 9/20/2020
An Analogy of Grief & Memories – Excerpt from a Short Story – 9/16/2020
Breaking between syllables, this painter is lost in his wreckage. A void for discovery's sake, to see a face that looks back to his pain, to the absence. As this memory unites with himself, a hollowness begins to become so apparent in its torture. Just a single pang of loneliness, doubt, and uncertainty to keep… Continue reading An Analogy of Grief & Memories – Excerpt from a Short Story – 9/16/2020
Short Story Excerpt – Title: “A Display of Sweetest Grief” – Romance – 9/15/2020
Grief is never so much a thing to conquer, in as much it is merely felt, like a leaf that had strayed from its branch. It has nestled itself into our shoulder, and stays there, not vowed for escape. All tears carry weight, simple weight. All memories carry not weight, though force. We are not… Continue reading Short Story Excerpt – Title: “A Display of Sweetest Grief” – Romance – 9/15/2020
Poem – “She Falters for the Wreath” – Religion – 9/10/2020
Just a wellTo dump the contentsOf her eyes.Deep blue as Neptune's children,AwakenedAs puling infants,Close to no mother,Close to no otherBut the cruel hands of a Father,Of God's sheltering darkness.For sheCan swear He created Hell. Water the cries,To water them, more.Water the lilies, upon the current to the brook,Draped as curtainsOver the stepping stone.She has lost… Continue reading Poem – “She Falters for the Wreath” – Religion – 9/10/2020
Poem – “How to Count the Marks on your Corpse” – Bereavement – 9/9/2020
Stilled,Without a sign to the breathThat would raise youTo feel the morning's showerAgainst your cheeks,To receive the gleamThat can display lifeFor your acrylic eyes. I could paint youIn the way you are,Blossomed from a rose in a grave,Written out as a song of sleep,As to you, I could not save,Though death whispered its lullaby. MarksCreasing… Continue reading Poem – “How to Count the Marks on your Corpse” – Bereavement – 9/9/2020
Poem – “Turn your Eyes Away” – Bereavement – 9/6/2020
You turnThe blue from the storm,Leaving me to grapple the wavesBy my hands,Upon this desolate landWhere the ripples break me. You churnThe waters beneath my crutches.I rotate these handlebars, slowly,To fathom your deepest apologyThat came riding from your mouth,When the last breath was taken. Like a church that never met winter,Like a lake that never… Continue reading Poem – “Turn your Eyes Away” – Bereavement – 9/6/2020