What can someone

Who reflects on the realization

That the father they idealized

Only obtained ownership

Because the mother they hated

Asked them to

**Be defeated by? **

What can someone be defeated by

If they look back on that

With gratitude anyway?

Can you conceive that,

Reader?

Can you conceive gratitude, somewhere

Somehow,

For life?

With the atrocities spurring you to your grave

W...

Death tells secrets that no one can hear,

We live in our little bubbles controlled by our own fears,

Don’t be afraid anymore and embrace your tears,

Their not signs of weakness but streams that can heal,

Cry not for mourning but for the moments we shared,

For the times we felt lost alone and scared,

Remember the the good time’s that showed us how to care,

Death happens every moment of everyday,

De...

When death stares at you in the face,

it could go one of two ways.

Either I let you live with me,

or you stay in world where everyone can see.

People ask, “How do you choose?"

How do you know who loses and who becomes the muse?

Well, it’s quite simple, really.

Death is for those who have lived,

and life is for those who haven’t.

People call me cruel, evil,

a bloody murderer with trillions of ki...

You’d think death would be late for lessons,

But it seems to be the perfect time,

For the living,

And the left behind.

It runs in my head on a constant loop,

All the things I should have said and done.

I cannot forgive myself,

And I cannot move on.

Maybe one day when I die,

I’ll finally be back by your side,

Just know each time I think of you,

I can’t help but to cry.

I knew better,

I was selfi...

Right now you are living

And that living is enough.

Yes, now you are living

And that living can be tough

On even the best of us.

You might cry every day

And breathe through your nights

But today is the day

That brings those gentle lights

To meet your open eye.

This evening you are happy

And the world goes on spinning

But you are here, happy

And clouds are thinning

As the phone is ringing.

They d...

“Oh my, it’s time, my dear.”

“Please, Reaper, I don’t want to go!

Not yet, oh please, please, sir!”

“It’s time to go.”

Death knows no specific date,

Nor time, nor hour—

Life is fragile,

It wavers and falters at every turn.

Live your life until the Reaper calls,

Explore the world,

Touch the grass and the trees,

Play with the animals,

Taste, smell, hear, see as much as you can.

Make loved ones al...

There’s a joke that ends with — huh?

It’s the bomb saying here is your father.

Now here is your father inside

your lungs. Look how lighter

the earth is — afterward.

To even write father

is to carve a portion of the day

out of a bomb-bright page.

There’s enough light to drown in

but never enough to enter the bones

& stay. Don’t stay here, he said, my boy

broken by the name...

On the lee slope of the small coastal mountain

which conceals the sun the first hour after its rising,

in the dry, steep ravines, the live

mist of the heat is seething like dust

left over from an earlier world.

A crow with a swimmer's shoulders works

the air. And a little bird flies up into a

tree and closes its wings, like a blossom

folded up into a bud again.

In the distance is a very o...

Do not be bitter when I come for you,

For I must come like a cold December wind,

Dreaded, as is a winter’s day,

Nevertheless, I must descend.

Think not of me as malice, a thief in the night,

But as the hand that gathers fallen leaves,

Homecoming, a soldiers final fight.

A promise kept, a bittersweet release.

Though shadows lengthen with each step I take,

And fear May whisper tales of endless ...

I don’t have that much to say, so do not see me in this way.

I only have a list for you, I hope you’ll find it useful, too.

Read carefully, and please do heed these words that I give, indeed.

For all you need to know to rest is some words of advice from your friend, Death.

1. Think of me often. No, I’m not kidding, think of your coffin.

If you do, you’ll daily remember that January is a blink fr...