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• Fall Leaves Me Empty
  by StacyLee

  A Memorial

  This is a memorial for my childhood cat, Wendy who died October 23, 2007. She was 15—and I loved her soooooooo much… and I still do.

• Poem - A Tiny Testimony - by Karin
  by Karin Taylor

  Poem by Karin / A TINY TESTIMONY My head is full of all I’ve got to do, / Today, my memory is all but shot through, / Then I raise my he…

  Wrote this poem back in 1995 / I’m putting this on RB for safe keeping / I keep losing it in my dreadful computer filing system / I hope you like

• When I Die....
  by Carol & Kev Haberle

  Don’t place me in the ground, / where everything is dark….

  Just for the freedom I crave…...

• My Eyes For You Will Never Die
  by Chris White

  We will meet and hold in the dark

  I’m in the process of re-uploading my work

• Ready to Die
  by Adam Stone

  It is darkness tantalized with mystery, and shares the emptiness I feel in my heart.

  This is an re-drafted version of my previous text… At heart, it is very much the same piece of writing, yet only, i feel, improved and closer to my original vision of the description. I hope those who read the first drafted version still like this piece. Thank you.

• TWINKLE OF AN EYE
  by Sally Omar

  When we die there is no pain / We go where there is no rain / No tears.. no weeping.. no one sad / Always good…nothing bad / Sitting on clo…

  My dear friend Hilarydougill made a comment on Webbie’s awesome artwork / and writing “I Love You Mother” and I wrote a poem based on her words … she said .”....for us what seems an eternity..for them is just a twinkle of an eye”...speaking of those who died…such beautiful words… and this poem is for Hilary and Webbie…. / hilarydougill / webbie

• The Ticket
  by Michael Douglass

  It was the greyest, darkest winter I can remember. And I do remember it, often. The old creaking house with dark red wallpaper, lac…

• you cant let go
  by susan davies

  rejection you just couldn’t stand

  thought of when people move on in life and relationships

• A DREAM FOR THE BLIND
  by Ushna Sardar

  flikers into ashes / ashes never die / let suppose we are ashes / we are not just moment / so we can’t pass by

• if you love them
  by Butterflies And Bullets

  If You Love Them I know you’ve heard of me, how I take promising lives and turn them into shambles / But they don’t care now that the…

• Under The Rubble
  by stephfine

  Being trapped under the Twin Towers…..just my point of view, on what one may have felt under there…..

  This is a poem I wrote to help me with the mixed emotions from all that happened. / I tried to put myself in there place out of respect to them…to tried to feel there pain…I was able to cope a little better.

• Shall I see tomorrow?
  by Ashley Ng

  Let that last breath on that fatal shore / rise over the winds and carry me / beyond hurt, beyond tear / and in your memory / bear me home.

  For Vaughan, whose grace touched all who knew him 20th October 2007

• What Happens When We Die?
  by paul romanowski

  What will happen when I die? / Is one of the most important questions a human being can ask. / To find an answer is to discover a deeper m…

  ‘What will happen when I die?’ is one of the most important questions a human being can ask. To find an answer is to discover a deeper meaning to life. To know that there is at least a part of oneself that survives death would provide a much wider perspective on existence, a perspective that could radically transform the way we lived our life.

• ON THE WARPATH
  by Ushna Sardar

  more nuclear plants more fear

  ITS A COLLABRATION WORK WITH MY NICE FRIEND “NEIL JOHSON” / PLEASE CHECK OUT THE AWESOME PICTURE NAME CALLED “WARP” / ON RB

• DYING INSIDE
  by KEITH R. WILLIAMS

  PURE PAIN OF SURVIVAL

• I must have died
  by michael51

  Are they the eyes of angels / This corridor of moments in my life / I am walking down now

  This was a dream that woke me my tears blinded me I had to get up and check around the house wow what a dream man

• Breath is born here
  by C.C. Arshagra

  And here is the nexus of gratitude is.

  This poem is from the collection and manuscript “The Oxygen Garden / love nature poetry” ` LISTEN TO C.C. READ this poem / And every brwath is born here The music recorded with poem you may hear at the above link can be found at at www.jamendo.com @ the link below the track: Reflections on Water, the artist DOC

• Dying to Live
  by mtda

  That person in the coffin wasn’t him, not the fair-haired boy that had been so full of life and laughter.

  Something I wrote awhile ago, that I am just now reworking and rewriting. This is just a snippet, I want to see what people think of it.

• So, Nothing Happens When You Die?
  by Adrian Cachinero

  One of the lamest and most vile things I’ve ever heard (spoken to my face, even!) is “Ah, you’re an atheist, so nothing happens when you …

  A brief essay on the afterlife from someone who does not believe in it. Original on the Gospel of Reason

• YOU CAN DIE OUT HERE!!! (Baltimore City)
  by Roscoe Davis III

  Baltimore City aint no pity for your great distress / The father hustling or dead and left his home an empty nest / His sons are birds that…

• wife eternal
  by gaypony

  a razor blade to end it all / and set my darling free

  no, i dont want to kill myself. / just something that popped into my head. / im not unhappy or sadistic. / ive had people close die, and others want to.

• the vultures fight over their pickings while the world suffers on to die
  by lightsmith

  Hark! The birds of prey assemble, / and blood dripps from their sharpened beaks, / So our leaders do resemble, / Hear their pre-election …

  election time. the state it’s in we need something better than the choices we have got!

• The Old Man
  by Sally Omar

  Quite sentimental, The Old Man / Asked to hold my hand / As he talked of days past / With tears in his eyes / Of the love of his life / His …

  It is very sad to see how parents can raise children but end up in nursing homes / alone, scared and without hope…many years ago I worked in a nursing home and / sat and talked to some of the elderly..their stories were very sad..sometimes / family did not even visit…and they were left to remember happier times..and live / a dismal life..I felt if there were no other choices and that nursing homes were the only answer at least families could visit with a little goodie, kind words and a kiss / and bring the elderly home for the holidays to allow them to feel the warmth of / family…

• Papa Keeps Hoping
  by Sally Omar

  Papa Keeps Hoping / That we will be together again / He will open the doors to friends / Papa Keeps Hoping / That his dreams will…

  Thanks to Leena Hedman for her beautiful photo “Papa Keeps Hoping” Please check out my friend, Leena Hedman’s awesome photos on the rb /