The Forbidden Poetry of Death by Elena L. (uplifting book club books .txt) 📖

poem 1

I saw the deaths of millions,
of the young and the old,
i saw the deaths of many,
all unfortold,

i saw the death of you,
and yes, the death of me,
i forsaw the deaths of every one,
especially me,

blood filled the streets,
a bright crimson red,
and all stared; their eyes sightless,
dead,

but no one did anything,
no, they did not,
all the did was sit and cried,
and watched their loved ones rot,

and finally someone said to the rest,
even though we're all that's left let's give it our best!
but no one listened no one cared,
because of the past no one dared,

so everyone died a painful death one by one by one,
until all of human creation came undone.


poem 2


How did I get these memories?
This girl is a stranger to me
And yet I see what happened to her
I see her cry and plea

This girl was murdered by a stranger
Her aura covered with fear
She screamed until her remaining breath
And her final tear

I hate to watch what happened to her
But I cannot make it stop
I know she is dead, that is for sure
In my memory I see her drop

And now her thoughts lead me here
To a place that's cold and damp
I look closer, and it is the morgue
Lit by a single lamp

The bodies are all lain out
Each one has been uncovered
She forces me to look at them
Not one is undiscovered

I look with horror at the bodies
Every one has a story to tell
I try not to listen to the silence of the room
I force myself not to yell

This girl has brought me here for a reason
I know this for a fact
I gaze at each lifeless body
At the walls, all torn and cracked

I start to leave this horrid place
But something catches my eye
One single door has yet to be opened
She says look, and to not cry

I slowly walk to the secret door
My fear growing still
The girl tells me not to be afraid
Her wishes I am to fulfill

I grab the handle and pull it open
I look at the girl, not wanting to flee
I understand why she brought me here
For that dead little girl is me.


poem 3


Depression is a place where you don't want to be.
This was a dark time in my life you must see.
My life was a prison and I couldn't get out,
You feel like you are trapped in your mind
and you just want to shout.

The end was coming, reaching out for me to go,
There could have been so much hope for me
you just don't know.

I felt like I was in a black hole that went on for forever,

That no one could get me out, never.
When you are depressed, you feel nothing, just numb,

You think you are seeing things but you don't,
you feel so dumb.

You feel like the world is crashing down on you,
In reality there is nothing going on,
you are just sad and blue.

I couldn't escape the truth that I was depressed,
I was in my own little world,
you might have guessed.

School was the worst place for me to be,
I couldn't take it anymore;
I just had to be free.

I was so depressed, I thought of suicide,
I thought I could get out by committing a homicide.

My world was the apocalypse,
life coming to and end, so young.

My life was bad it felt like I got stung.
I thought of having a gun in my hand,
This is it I had it all planned.
Then BAM! I could have gone out like that,
But I just got too scared like a cat.

Then I realized this wasn't the place for me to be,

I had to get out I had to find me!
I realized that I couldn't go on like this for all my life.

At that moment I found out that I won the strife.
Now there are only times where I am depressed,
Then I thought that it was just a quest.
My life is now the morning sun,
My future was telling me that this was going to be fun


poem 4

If I'm dead and in the grave, will you still love me?
If I look up, will I see the flowers you left above me?
When the worms begin to feed again, it feels like when you loved me.
When decay becomes my closet friend, will you be thinking of me?
I feel so alone since those days are gone when I walked in the sun.
I gave up my chance, in the darkness I chant while holding my gun.
If I knock on your door tonight, will I be welcomed in?
Would you be willing to forgive me of my mortal sin?
I finally escaped the whispers and lies in a life where I didn't fit.
I brought about my own demise and ended here in this pit.
When the moon is full, I can feel its pull and think of the things I missed.
Regret is making it hard to think, it's a shame it has come to this.
I just can't seem to make up my mind but I guess that I've got plenty of time.
In this cold dark place of mine,
In this coffin, imprisoned inside, still contemplating my suicide.
When the worms move, I will think of you, do you still love me?


poem 5


Silent, stood the scream of me,
Shackled by the fear;
Dementia's ghost is close at hand,
And Death is almost here-

Confident with his mask of lies,
He now hungers for the end;
Expecting Death at any time,
Like they had been old friends-

I glanced at him and knew his pain,
And one day I'll understand;
That when he dove into his darkness,
He was sure to hold Death's hand-

Maddness choked the scream of him,
-I pray he's found his peace;
For he hung himself with ropes of guilt,
That were dangled by the Beast-

Publication Date: 03-27-2010

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