Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die. 

-Mary Elizabeth Frye

Lemon Elegy

Lemon Elegy

You had been so waiting for a lemon
In your sad and white and bright deathbed,
Your perfect teeth bit with a crunch
Into the lemon you took from my hand.
A topaz coloured scent arose.
Those few drops of heavenly lemon juice
Suddenly made you normal again.
Your shining lucid eyes smiled gently,
You gripped my hand with such a healthy strength!
Though there was a storm in your throat,
In these last moments of your life
You became the old Chieko again,
You focused a life of love into one moment
And then you took a big breath
Like on the mountain peaks long ago,
And in that breath your engine shut down.
Today, once again, under the cherry blossoms
By your photograph, I'll put a coldly shining lemon. 

-Kotaro Takamura

I just love the Chieko Poems, especially this one.

The Chieko Poems 

elegy

Define elegy:

1. a poem of serious reflection, typically a lament for the dead.

2. (in Greek and Roman poetry) a poem written in elegiac couplets, as notably by Catullus and Propertius.

-Google

Punctuation

Death is only the punctuation at the end of a sentence. A declaration that you lived in the first place.

Dead and Alive

The ones alive are the dead. The ones dead are the alive. Isn't it funny?

Saihate

I've been listening to this song lately, and thinking about the kid that committed suicide who went to my school. I wish I could have met him. I wish I knew who he was. I wish I knew "Why?" The spit in the bottle that I read about him didn't give a single clue to who he really was. Obituaries never hold the important things in them. Neither does death.

There are so many versions of this song. I just posted the original version here. Actually, the version that I was listening to was a remix by kz. Most times the original version doesn't even add up to the remixes and versions. Maybe I'll post links to them later. This is actually a sad song. Death and the line "If you get there all right, I'd like a letter or something."

lyrics 

Everything except homework

This break I managed to clean my room, organize my desk drawers to perfection, finally put together that music stand in my closet, and organize my clothes(picking which ones to throw out, and putting the new ones in). On Monday we had gone to see dead people(mummy's). It's great how I managed to do practically everything except my homework.

Finally OVER!

Ah,
finally,
after the stress, procrastination, perspiration, tissue wads, unconventional note pads, Death threats, and sobbing heart cries,
It's
OVER!!

Mortal Calculation

I'm curious.
The word 'Immortal',
is really just 'I'm mortal'
with a little bit of spacing and punctuation.
Can anyone calculate the end time of their lives?

Premature suicidal thoughts

Everyone says death is painful, even though they've never experienced it.
I wonder if it's the opposite?

Brain

My heart is a battlefield of death, and my fate is a buried toxic wasteland. My body already has two feet in the grave, so I gave up all of it to cherish only one thing. My brain, my mind, my memories, my thoughts, my opinions, my contradictions, all of it is all of me.

Don't look at me in that way

I really hate shootings.
Well, here's a song I found yesterday that I liked for some reason. It's a little messed up, I mean...well you'll know what I mean if you hear it. It's super sad with a happy melody. It makes me feel a little weird. It's by Miku Hatsune, a vocaloid, so I apologize if you don't like the tinny robotic voice like my mom doesn't. I understand that, myself. But I've become a little addicted to it, nevertheless.

Dead chickens

Dead chickens.
You know you have one when there is a scatter of feathers.

Reproducing mushrooms: Love Letters to Death- another blog

Blogs are seemingly reproducing like mushrooms where I am concerned. This time it's one called Love Letters to Death, a blog that my friends and I are going to write love letters to death in, like the title. But we're not emo(probably). We're going to write these weird, funny, possibly random, or loosely connected love letters from different characters. Well, the idea is still in the production stage at the moment. My main worry is cooperation.

Spread Ashes in the Wind

Hey, when I die, can you burn me to ashes? Cremate me, and instead of soldiering me in a pretty porcelain jar, take me somewhere high, and spread me into the wind so that I can finally learn what it's like to fly.

Death and Truth

I think I finally realized today. Even if I die today, even despite everything I've written about my life, my feelings, my dreams, myself, it would never be the same. I would still be dead. People who know me, know me through a general knowledge of a general idea formed in their mind of who 'I' am. I have to deal with the truth and lies of it all. Who they see in me and as me, is a truth in itself. But who I see in myself, and who I see as myself is also the truth. They are different, parallel, perpendicular, and the same. But the only thing that would be left if I passed away today would be the truth they see. My truth would go with me. It would not stay here. Is that why I still live? To try my best to pass my truth into the eyes of other people? Or is it something else? Do I want to change it? The truth?

Cheeks and Lips, a Gift to the Cold

I was smitten by the deep blue cheeks of Winter

And the bittersweet lips of Death.