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I read this poem and its a nice thought, i thought maybe you might like it, here it is:
What Is Dying
A ship sails and I stand watching till she fades on the horizon and someone
at my side says She is gone
Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all. She is just as large now as
when I last saw her. Her diminished size and total loss from my sight is in
me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says she is gone there are
others who are watching her coming over their horizon and other voices take
up a glad shout There she comes!
That is what dying is. An horizon and just the limit of our sight.
Lift us up, Oh Lord, that we may see further
Bishop Brent
What Is Dying
A ship sails and I stand watching till she fades on the horizon and someone
at my side says She is gone
Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all. She is just as large now as
when I last saw her. Her diminished size and total loss from my sight is in
me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says she is gone there are
others who are watching her coming over their horizon and other voices take
up a glad shout There she comes!
That is what dying is. An horizon and just the limit of our sight.
Lift us up, Oh Lord, that we may see further
Bishop Brent
I read this poem and its a nice thought, i thought maybe you might like it, here it is:
What Is Dying
A ship sails and I stand watching till she fades on the horizon and someone
at my side says She is gone
Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all. She is just as large now as
when I last saw her. Her diminished size and total loss from my sight is in
me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says she is gone there are
others who are watching her coming over their horizon and other voices take
up a glad shout There she comes!
That is what dying is. An horizon and just the limit of our sight.
Lift us up, Oh Lord, that we may see further
Bishop Brent
What Is Dying
A ship sails and I stand watching till she fades on the horizon and someone
at my side says She is gone
Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all. She is just as large now as
when I last saw her. Her diminished size and total loss from my sight is in
me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says she is gone there are
others who are watching her coming over their horizon and other voices take
up a glad shout There she comes!
That is what dying is. An horizon and just the limit of our sight.
Lift us up, Oh Lord, that we may see further
Bishop Brent
Dying
I pull the cloth close,
And inhale deeply.
Fresh, new ... soon to be changed forever.
omg!
It was white, not it's green.
The mystery of my washing machine.
Please, lady, just stop crying ...
Okay, I admit it, I'm addicted to dying.
I pull the cloth close,
And inhale deeply.
Fresh, new ... soon to be changed forever.
omg!
It was white, not it's green.
The mystery of my washing machine.
Please, lady, just stop crying ...
Okay, I admit it, I'm addicted to dying.
I feel a slice on the edge of my artery teardrop mind
Sliced blood on a valentine cake
I hold a thorn into my corner
and weep
Death is near
because you said no
I cry to the angel
with the facepaint
and go
no no no
---
Dirge of the teen.
I bow.
Sliced blood on a valentine cake
I hold a thorn into my corner
and weep
Death is near
because you said no
I cry to the angel
with the facepaint
and go
no no no
---
Dirge of the teen.
I bow.
Wow, that was so deep.
You're amazing, Cyc.
For future reference:
Bishop Brent is a bumflap.
You're amazing, Cyc.
For future reference:
Bishop Brent is a bumflap.
I couldn't help but notice the obvious drug taking references. Care to expand on that?
I like to think I am the best, but I also hate myself so.
It's a tough life being so pained.
It's a tough life being so pained.