Mourner Stories

I wrote this poem after the death of my mother in law, it was a very painful thing to see as she could barely breathe, she was unable to speak. After her passing, I felt inspired to write what I felt she would say to her children and grandchildren, who were her life. By sharing, I hope to bring some form of comfort to any who have lost.

throughout my life, i thought that i would live and love like a normal human being. Eventually it was a fantasy that i made to avoid being disappointed in my future. few thoughts of mine were left behind but it stayed with me until my body finally got burned alive.

"It'll all be fine," she told me, "perfectly fine. They'll take care of me." "I don't think it's a good idea, Eve..." "I have to go, I could help save a lot of people, Sammy girl." She cooed, even though I was only 3.5 minutes younger than her. "Take me with you, we'll help people together!" I pleaded. "No, you have to stay and be safe with mom, she'll take care of you. Hide when they come, go to mom's room. They'll bring you if they see you, you can't get hurt like I will, please just stay." After that I watched her leave. And the next day, when mom had left to find food, I found her dead on the barren ground just outside. That's when I started hating you.

Poems written by my heart, soul and emotion.

Originally Crafted as time killer. 🌹

The first chapter of a published book. A man learns his grandfather has died and goes to his funeral in Florida. While there, he sees other relatives who have also come to pay their final respects.

This is basically stories about suicide I made. I made these because i dont want people to think what they do to others before they comit. Because I had my step mother who comitted suicide some time ago and I've been in hell ever since. So I'm doing this to make u think before u act and so that the people around u dont go threw hell.

Dahil kay Hello Kitty, may nabuong pagiibigan ng isang mahirap at mayaman.

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Grieving. It's a word that carries immense weight and evokes a myriad of emotions. We all experience grief at some point in our lives, but its impact is deeply personal and unique to each individual. Today, I want to share my personal experiences with grief and shed light on the profound impact it can have on mental health.

A poem about haunted memories and being relentless

"Some just say the old Maplewood Funeral Home was probably another Victorian house or Funerary that was just converted into a house nor home like the others." "Some say that funerals and other crap still go on for those creatures in Iowa within the walls and rooms of the funeral home "Or some just say it's just straight up abandoned or forsaken because it's located out in the middle of the woods and the middle of nowhere across a cemetery." "Some know and some not... Unaware of what happened to it nor remember it's past..." Based on my surreal game and group "OMOIDE"

Nine Senryu and Haiku about love, sex and relationships, these poems were selected specifically for this collection as they all share this theme but we're not written for this collection or prompt, instead written over many years. As always, breakdowns of each poem will be added soon, for now enjoy the collection alone. please share your thoughts and comments welcomed! thank you for reading <3

A binding narrative which brings to life the importance of change and the growth of all universal things, even in the hearts of those frozen with grief.

In a rain-soaked graveyard, a lonely child grieves by a grave, unaware of a compassionate observer who shares his sorrow. . . . . A really quicky written one shot

This book is written as a way for me to process a very personal loss. I'm not sure how often it will be updated. It's written for those who have been mourning the loss of someone who is still on this earth, but cannot be reached ever again. For those who have lost their best friend.

it's like you've died but you're still here.

" I have heard its raspy breathing. I lay in bed and it stands close outside, staring at the wall. Through the wall. Its sniffing punctuated with hungry jaws smacking " The testimony of a grieving man as he returns to his former life as a frontiersman in order to escape the pain of losing his wife. Not long into his self-isolation he realizes he is not alone, and never will be again. He is being stalked, tormented, and toyed with by a ghoulish creature of the shadows.