Till Death Do Us Apart

Haunting echoes of laughter,

Your charming, infectious smile,

Spreading, while crinkling your eyes.

I clutch at those things of past,

Grasping at every last straw,

Oh, all those happy times!

Now only their ghosts remain

Phantom feeling of hands

Together, fingers interlaced.

As a breeze, both hot and cold

Blew against our faces that day,

I strummed my guitar while you

Sang like a nightingale.

As I stand by your grave today

Cold wind whipping my face,

Nothing ever seems the same,

Memories, just washed away.

Smiling, on the ground you lay,

As if dreaming, never to wake.

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Final Fall

Dropping down a hundred feet

Darkness was all the eyes could meet

Feeling just stuck, hollow and alone

And the fault is my own.

Chilling air, cold decay.

All thoughts just washed away.

Feeling the gravity of all my deeds,

No one to catch me, someone save me please!

I know I’ll be completely shattered on impact

So I brace myself for the bitter fact.

No family, no friends, no one at all,

I’m alone and desperate in my final fall.

Sometimes, falling is the only forward movement in life. In response to Poetry 101 Rehab.

Even if you fall on your face, you’re still moving forward.

-Victor Kiam

Couldn’t

Couldn’t I have been born fairer?

Cuter, smarter, sweeter, and wittier?

Couldn’t the little imperfections in my character,

On my face, simply disappear?

Couldn’t I have some swag,

Some style, some coolness?

Have people looking up at me,

Without my flaws and insecurities?

In response to Poetry 101 Rehab

Away

You make me feel pretty,

Charismatic, clever, and witty,

Intelligent, strong and gritty,

Stopping people look at me with pity.

Where do all these traits go,

When I’m without you?

I’m left insecure and unconfident,

Away from you.

As a response to Mara Eastern’s Poetry 101 Rehab – Away.