#mortality

100 posts
  • loftydreams101 5w

    A True Love's Deep Slumber

    Laughter sails into the mist
    Giving way to church bells
    Ringing over silent acres of stone
    ~
    Cold and bloodshot stares
    Live in warm summers past
    Turned away from the agony
    Of their desolate march
    ~
    The trail sways in song
    Toward the earth’s black wound
    Slow and steady in denial
    Of their truest love lost

    © 2021 William Wright, Jr.

  • udavee_dissanayake 6w

    Mortality

    Mortality allows you to appreciate life!

    ©udavee_dissanayake

  • loftydreams101 8w

    Icy Marrow

    Raindrops coast on the coldest breeze
    When there’s nothing more to say
    And the silence wrings out
    All the air from your lungs
    ~
    When the torch is passed
    From the frost-bitten night
    Pushed forward from the tempest
    To a calmer day’s embrace
    ~
    Raindrops paint the pavement
    In even darker shades of grey,
    Their tears chill the marrow
    But the warmth before is forever

    © 2021 William Wright, Jr.

  • kevinosullivan 14w

    considering bath salts.

    You know how bad it gets. When your beard is almost as long as your hair, unintentionally. I am in the struggle, facing it. Most days I can muster enough life to go get a morning coffee at the gas station. Some late afternoons I even ride my motorcycle to the beach to sneak a swim after the parking guard leaves.

    I make unused graphic design projects all day as per usual, I am unemployed. I am a retired commercial fisherman who dreams of touring again with Punk Rock bands. Of course I don't play music or sing. Just a dreamer on the periphery of culture who once sold a few shirts. I once loved traveling as a vagabond.

    I seek community and friendship but others are less optimistic. This is a middle age funk, a shrink may diagnose it otherwise but fuck them. I got sober but then quit their program. My second child turns seventeen tomorrow but has already found solace and solution in pot.. Not me though, I abstain from it all. Better to grin and bare it then toke and share it.

    I am a rudderless man afloat in the world. I imagine vc guerrillas cycling down the hochimin at night while nah champa burns in the porches candlelight. No, I was not in any war and born after the last huey flew out of Saigon.

    The air conditioners whir as my family sleeps inside. One can't stop her compulsive buying and ongoing nagging about me working. While my teen is a teenager. We are all treading just barely above extinction but firmly tethered to poverty. Sometimes I just want to relax and surrender. I find myself feeling trapped, considering bath salts.
    ©kevinosullivan

  • blossomblessed 16w

    Death

    It beats my imagination when I hear
    How are the mighty fallen.
    Like David said tell it not in Gath
    Nor in the streets of Ashkelon.


    I remember a tale.
    It was told when I was tender
    The dead who haven't gotten to their destination wander.
    And to this I tell my mother
    Death is no respecter of my father.


    It cares not if you are poor or rich
    It just happens at the blink of an eye
    And you are gone.


    It cares not if you are stubborn or regarded
    I wonder if the land of the dead
    Is as global as the world we live in.


    Hushh... The cold grip and pangs of death that send the shock down your body to awaken those goose bumps.


    Leaving you to wonder if it is real or not
    Whether it is a nightmare or a day dream.


    O how are the mighty fallen
    Tell it not in Gath nor in the streets of Ashkelon.


    How the high strong bold and fearless are Lowered


    O how are the mighty fallen when the person
    You just spoke with can no longer say what!


    When you wipe your face with your palms searching for clarity that makes you
    Stand in awe
    Even though you are not afraid.


    When those moments of laughter crease your cheeks leaving you smiling in disbelief
    And wondering to yourself trying to find reality
    Unknown to people who think you are insane.


    O how are the mighty fallen when you are told and you still want to confirm whether it's true.


    O how are the mighty fallen

    30/4/2018
    blossomblessed

  • loftydreams101 20w

    The Villain or the Hero in the Dust

    Slithering by night through the stillness
    Through the cool desert sand
    Towards a heaving prey
    Far away in a dream
    ~
    Wicked deeds
    Take the shape of a serpentine curse
    Fangs yearning for the plunge
    The fighting thrash and the rattle
    ~
    White eyes greet the heavens
    Cold, menacing and grey
    Full of black birds circling
    For the night's quiet gift
    ~
    Given over and over
    By a villain in the dust
    Always roving
    From one isle of slaughter to the next

    ©2021 William Wright, Jr.

  • kevinosullivan 22w

    That Railroads Last Stop

    The sunshine vitamin, burns red on my pale skin.
    Childhood freckles and future spots of melanoma
    The pandemic is ending in Springs cleansing return
    We are the rusted rails, angular ballast on aging ties
    A manifested route linear with life's halted sidings
    We must catch out and hop on the fly, pack or not
    No longer can one sit awaiting death if wheels travel
    Seek out the living, digest with desperate vengeance
    For our day comes sooner still if stagnant and afraid
    Race fast to devour before; That Railroads Last Stop
    ©kevinosullivan

  • scintillatingsolitude03 23w

    Careful,
    Mortality doesn’t like
    to be forgotten
    But after the tears
    And grief
    And anger
    And acceptance,
    Mortality cannot touch
    the memories.

    ©scintillatingsolitude03

  • thefloatingverse 27w

    She evades my mind;
    Even as she lays in front of me weeping.
    I yearn to erase those signs of her despair,
    But alas forgive me love, my shortcomings restrict me;
    I'm only a soul without a form to take,
    Not seen, nor heard, just recalled sometimes on a varied assortment of days.
    The composer to my heartstrings crumbles there, just a few inches afore me,
    Her hands grazing over my photo since the day I left.
    Agonizingly I can do nothing but hopelessly stare
    After all what I am, comes with rules obeyed by all deites and realms.
    At least once everyone has wondered,
    Where does one go when they have exhausted their mortality
    And so here I'm to answer your question,
    Death comes like a long awaited old foe,
    It greets you and takes you for tea while you anxiously wait for what comes next
    Though dismal your soul, you can't help but ponder
    Will the antagonist of every life ever, take you to the haven his twin oversees,
    Or will the sadist keep you for themselves to add to their anthology of sinners
    Sipping his tea in a poise only the grim reaper can master
    He smiles devilishly and breaks the news
    That everything you ever conjured about death in your finite imagination was not a bit true.
    Voice flowing like sweet poison, deadliest of them all
    Wisdom dripping with each word the ancient one says
    "Now that you're no longer burdened by the notion of existence,
    I shall tell you the enigma of afterlife.
    Listen clearly and swallow the truth I bestow upon you,
    As you exit from the lives of your loved ones, in charge of their survival you will be, Choose one for once and all; So for eternity their guardian archangel you would be.
    You will see them, You'll hear them
    However they won't know your presence in the slightest bit.
    You will be there every second of every passing day,
    Their shadow you shall be, concern of yours will only be their life's longevity
    Furthermore if you dare misuse your might, stripped of them, you'll beg for mercy
    So Child beware not to expose your presence nor try to reach what isn't within your limits.
    I must now tell you this sincerely,
    If limits are crossed, you will be banished to my personal care
    And then you will never meet in eternity as the original script entails.
    The foreboding moment is now here, tell me which one you'll choose
    The dearest of your dears."
    And for a moment I had a choice to make,
    But my conflict resolved when I remembered mum was there for dad as well.
    At that thought a smile sprung up on my lips,
    Though soon vanished when the devil broke my hopes
    "No, you can't meet her," he said answering my thoughts, " Your mother and you will reunite only after you've both fulfilled your jobs"
    That's alright I thought at once ,we've got time and the wait is a whole lot of worth.
    The answer was clear as I determinedly looked at him,with a smile I announced
    "I'll protect her, the bearer of my promises of eternal love, till the sun sets on her time on earth and to the time she's ready to join me,
    In the place where the Sun and the moon share the same space
    Where we could start eternity together and never to separate again."
    And then as I finish those words, I'm spiralling downwards to the place I belonged
    As I look up, I see her, silently whispering in her ear,
    'I kept my promises of loving you till my last breath , now it's time I promise you forever and ever again'
    And so I became her guardian spirit, her being so close to fingers but farther than lightyears it feels
    Its a bittersweet circumstance,
    Seeing her all the while, knowing someday we'll encounter again
    Instead of the goodbye I never got to say, I'll sing her songs of infinity
    But Knowing that someday he'll come for her just as he did for me
    And then I'll fail at my commands and he'll take her where time's not a thing.
    We'll be together and thats a hell of an epilogue
    But there's something alluring about impermanence of humanity
    That I'll always regret not spending with her and the memories that never got to be.


    #death #guardianangel #soulmate #promises #afterlife #eternity #love #goodbyes #hell #heaven #mortality #sun #moon #tedtalkswithdeath #truth #oldfriend #restricted #wait

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    ©thefloatingverse

  • blossomblessed 29w

    Death

    It beats my imagination when I hear
    How are the mighty fallen.
    Like David said tell it not in Gath
    Nor in the streets of Ashkelon.


    I remember a tale.
    It was told when I was tender
    The dead who haven't gotten to their destination wander.
    And to this I tell my mother
    Death is no respecter of my father.


    It cares not if you are poor or rich
    It just happens at the blink of an eye
    And you are gone.


    It cares not if you are stubborn or regarded
    I wonder if the land of the dead
    Is as global as the world we live in.


    Hushh... The cold grip and pangs of death that send the shock down your body to awaken those goose bumps.


    Leaving you to wonder if it is real or not
    Whether it is a nightmare or a day dream.


    O how are the mighty fallen
    Tell it not in Gath nor in the streets of Ashkelon.


    How the high strong bold and fearless are Lowered


    O how are the mighty fallen when the person
    You just spoke with can no longer say what!


    When you wipe your face with your palms searching for clarity that makes you
    Stand in awe
    Even though you are not afraid.


    When those moments of laughter crease your cheeks leaving you smiling in disbelief
    And wondering to yourself trying to find reality
    Unknown to people who think you are insane.


    O how are the mighty fallen when you are told and you still want to confirm whether it's true.


    O how are the mighty fallen

    30/4/2018
    ©blossomblessed

  • bornsurvivor 30w

    Time is limited

    Often we forget that we will die eventually and that's why we fight,we hurt,we harm as if we are immortal here on this earth and we think we won't die , somebody else die
    ©bornsurvivor

  • loftydreams101 34w

    Rising Bubbles

    Life’s become a rising bubble
    Rushing for the surface
    Bursting apart on the gentlest breeze
    ~
    I fall to pieces
    I’m reborn in a fearless form
    Each dwindling era
    In each ashen toll
    ~
    Once quiet fears of soaring
    From this safe agony
    Claim the nights as their own
    Turning me over  in panic

    © 2021 William Wright, Jr.

  • poisonous21 52w

    Carpe Diem

    Everybody wants to live forever, but they seem to misunderstand mortality. Your life has meaning because of the inevitable. You strive to do the right things and give your life purpose because it's short. Your career gives your life importance because you need to earn and enjoy your life while you can.

    The thrill of life and love would be lost otherwise. A relationship has the thrill that it does because there's so much to do and so little time. You never know when things are going to stop working out, or maybe you find passion amidst a dying relationship.

    People want guarantees, but if we had them, we wouldn't be the same. There'd be nothing special if everyone's handing out guarantees. In an ideal world, it would work, but not in this one.

    The risk is what makes things worth it. Remember that and appreciate what you have instead of being sad that it won't last forever. The truth is that nothing lasts forever, including us.

    ©poisonous21

  • loftydreams101 57w

    The Fall of Our Evil Colossus

    Summer’s wounds are splayed out in red
    As the lost ones murmur
    Of their lives extinguished
    By the rising tide

    For their sin
    Of breathing in this murderous era
    Among tearful siblings
    Stuck, in awe of the storm

    Autumn is a predator,
    A cruel and watchful beast
    Filled with piercing wails
    And sweet visions of years past

    © 2020 William wright, Jr.

  • loftydreams101 57w

    Before the Deafening Blast

    Waiting for the fatal spark
    A sudden charge of pain
    In the cold dead night

    Fearful of the burning spark
    Questions plague me through the day
    Who will live?
    Who fall away in a gale of dust?

    Cleaved apart by worry
    The pulse chases me
    Swearing to breathe fire
    And ash into my world

    ©2020 William Wright, Jr.

  • loftydreams101 61w

    Down the Stairwell and Into the Fog

    Left here to fall apart
    With white eyes staring into the abyss
    Life crawls away from its precious vessel
    Battered and broken along the seams

    Left here in awe by the fury that was
    The joy and despair
    Rushing out of reach

    Left here in place
    Where I’m meant to be
    Falling fast,
    To be made whole and new
    Again and again

    ©2020 William Wright, Jr.

  • raindropsoncacti 65w

    Preserved

    I'm open with my children
    About what of me I'd want preserved
    After losing my best friend and witnessing the dishonour
    Of not being remembered as she deserved.

    Her funeral didn't do anything but confirm to us, her chosen family,
    That her biological one didn't know her, before her silent fall.
    She wasn't buried how she'd wanted, not her chosen clothes or high-heeled shoes. No reciting her favourite poems, all out of ignorance. Meanwhile of these wishes, we knew them all.

    The songs they played meant nothing to her as a person.
    It was one so predictable, and impersonal. Popularised by a character's death a stupid TV show!
    They didn't give her the time of day in life to be able to truly do her justice.
    They didn't ask those of us who would know.

    They didn't know her passions, her struggles, her dreams.
    They weren't the ones who saw her cry in person, listen to her voice for hours, or her many helpless screams.

    They didn't know her talents, her abilities or her personality.
    They instead closed the curtain on her life with clichés and their own interests,
    No semblance of how to honour her mortality.

    I sadly know all to well myself
    What it's like to have a family that don't take the time to fully see me.
    So although it's grim, I have made my wishes clear to my children.
    Some by discussions I've had, some by directions to playlists and items, some written down formally.

    Even then though, there'll always be parts of me that I'll never likely get a chance to tell or explain,
    But then perhaps it's not necessary to explain all of our lives, or parts of our history.
    So long as my children know they were my world, my rock, my purpose, and the best thing that ever happened,
    Then I'm prepared to allow some parts to remain a mystery.


    ©thatgeekgirl

  • iceberrykush 74w

    Mortality

    It's like wading through the shallows.
    Starring at the the gallows,
    holding heads up high.

    Will fear empty my bowels?
    All strung up on how well
    I live and how I die.

    ©Joseph Doig

  • aya_lue 80w

    Death,
    no one wants to hear that word
    for it walks into our lives uninvited,
    seducing us
    and finally
    binding our bodies into eternal submission.
    ~Aya.Lue~
    ©aya_lue
    10-04-2020

  • loftydreams101 84w

    Surgery

    Put under,
    Breathing sweet dreams through a mask
    A life is in serrated hands

    Through his noxious dive,
    They carve a red path
    To the glutenous growth
    The malignant villain
    Who savors each kill

    Kindred prayers are spent
    Before the night falls swift
    Before the plunge of the scalpel
    Before the monitor’s scream

    ©2020 William Wright, Jr.