I've seen death in quiet hum
It crosses streets without a look
It renders all as deaf and dumb
And lifts us from a rusty hook
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It holds us high, then counts the length
As we are measured very slow
Looks at expiration dates
Death reels us in, then lets us go
About the Creator
Lisa H
I'm learning to be wildly inappropriate, ridiculous, needy - and alive.
Thank you so much for all the support!
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
I agree with Randy. Foreboding indeed! I don't like the idea of being fished out by Death.
A feeling as though someone had just walked over my grave, ominous foreboding in the light of day.
Hi Lisa - Miss You - A little dark for your humorous self - but that's what makes you a terrific composer - you write as you feel - Love it! A Favor? Please bop over to the 'History' section to see 'Cultural Exchange' for a moment - curious if I fit into the Youngins territory with this one - Thank you, Ms. Lisa J-Bud