THROW YOUR DIRT

lifeisthefight:

You can bury me,
Throw dirt on me
And walk away.
But I will survive.
I will dig my way free.
The human spirit cannot
be extinguished.
It will continue to shine
despite evil’s attempts
to destroy it.

Throw your dirt.

I will be back.

THE RAIN

A feeling of cleanliness.

Let the water rain down on me.

I can’t resist its pull.

It draws me to the window.

I watch its majestic descent to earth.

It washes away all dirt.

The impurities left behind by humanity.

Wash me.

Clean me.

Make me feel fresh once again.

RAINDROPS ON MY MIND

Raindrops on my mind.
A feeling of cleanliness.
How can we resist its pull?
It draws us to the window.
To watch its majestic descent.
It washes away all dirt and impurities.
Wash me.
Make me fresh and new.
Who can ask for anything more?

MAGIC

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Look up to the white skies.

Magic before my eyes.

White flutters to the ground.

Without even a sound.

Masking the dirt with white.

So pretty and so bright.

If it could remain this way.

A blanket for one more day.

BURIED ALIVE

A DEEP GRAVE

lifeisthefight:

You can bury me.
Place in me in a deep grave.
Throw dirt on me
And walk away.
But I will survive.
I will dig my way free.
I will be back.
The human spirit cannot
be extinguished.
It will continue to shine
despite evil’s attempts
to destroy it.
It will shine forever more.

WHO AM I?

Who am I?

Who was I?

A man.

A woman.

A doctor.

A soldier.

Maybe a murderer.

Does it matter?

Does it matter anymore?

We all end up the same.

Underground.

Buried.

We end up as skeletons.

But it is how we are

remembered

that matters.

Our memory lingers on.

Remembered as a

doctor,

soldier,

or murderer.

It’s your choice.

A DEEP GRAVE

lifeisthefight:

You can bury me.

Put in me in a deep grave.

Throw dirt on me.

And walk away.

But I will survive.

I will dig my way free.

I will be back.

The human spirit cannot

be extinguished.

It will continue to shine

despite evil’s attempts

to destroy it.

Shine on.

THE VIEW FROM ABOVE

cityneonlights:

The view from above.

People appear small,

tiny specks in the universe.

Cars are in constant motion.

Everyone is in a hurry,

going around in endless circles.

Going to work, and later

going back home.

Taking elevators up

and then down again.

What’s the hurry?

We all live the same lives.

We live and then we die.

Does it matter where we had

hurried around in between?

All that matters are

who we leave behind.

For these are the only

ones who will remember

that we had been here.

And why we had been here.

LIFE IN YOUR HANDS

efemerou:

To hold life in your hands.

To have power to end its

existence or let it flourish.

Such power should never

be taken lightly.

MY LOVE OF CEMETERIES

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WHY DO I LIKE CEMETERIES?

WHY AM I OBSESSED WITH DEATH?

I LOVE MURDER MYSTERIES,

HAUNTED HOUSE, VAMPIRES,

WITCHES, DEMONS, GHOSTS, AND

ANY OTHER CREATURE OF THE DARK.

WHEN I FIND THE ANSWER, I’LL LET

YOU KNOW.

BUT FOR NOW, I WILL READ AND

WRITE MY MURDER MYSTERIES.