Tag Archive | Sadness

Without you

The days are nice 
The sun shines bright
But there is no light without you

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Leaves grow on trees 
But there is no color without you

Birds sing
Rivers run
But there is no sound without you

People laugh
Children play
But all is sad without you

Time goes on
Day turns to night
But life stands still without you

People meet
Hopes expressed
But there are no feelings without you

Adventures lived
Experience gained
But there is no meaning without you

Work is done
Time’s put in 
But there is no value without you

Prayers are said
God is begged
But still I am without you

When all is said
This life I dread
Every day without you

 

 Raymond Borkowski

 

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She – He )))

She was sitting by the window,
He entered her wagon train . 
– Married – she thought,
– Thirty-five – he thought. 
And outside blooming spring
The day was beautiful, like a dream. 
– Handsome, – she thought. 
– How lovely! – He thought. 
But the fact of life is that,
He got up and went to the platform … 
– What a pity! – She thought. 
– What a pity! – He had time to think. 
And at home, taking a glass of wine
Include favorite “boston”
– One … – she thought. 
– One … – he thought.

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Cleansing Drops

I sat here, waiting for the rain, 
On a fresh new porch, 
I held my brain.

Heavy thoughts filled my mind, 
Exhausted, from the
routine grind.

Rains arrival, 
I awaited with pleasure, 
Cleansing drops, 
became my treasure.

I yelled out for
heaven’s tear, 
All my sorrows, 
I hoped it shall clear.

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When the very first drop, 
hit my head, 
Pure excitement, 
virally spread.

Came down suddenly, 
it started to pour, 
My heart and spirit, 
began to soar.

Seconds later my life was
cleansed and soaked, 
My clear mind, 
has been evoked.

 

Before I die (

“I made a fatal error thinking he could save me.”

“Like a tree losing its leaves. I forget even the thing I was thinking.”

“Don’t think you have to be good because you’re the only one left. Be as bad as you like.”

“All I know is that I have two choices – stay wrapped in blankets and get on with dying, or get the list back together and get on with living.”

“We make patterns, we share moments.”

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“I love you. It hurts more than anything ever has, but I do. So don’t you dare tell me I don’t. Don’t you ever say it again!”

“It was strange how words meant something when they came out of your mouth. Inside your head they were safe and silent, but once they were outside, people grabbed hold of them.”

“Hold my hand. Don’t let go.”

“There’s a terrible stillness. I notice a small tear in the wallpaper above her shoulder. I notice finger marks grimed on the light switch. Somewhere down in the house, a door opens and shuts. As Zoey turns to face me,  

I realize that life is made up of a series of moments, each one a journey to the end.”

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 Jenny Downham Before I die

Remember

Remember me when I am gone away,419-leighton-meester-pink-dress_large
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann’d:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

Christina Rossetti

The Rainy Day

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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