Poem #5: Body
_body_ to breathe, to suck, to blow to think, to mind, to know to touch, to move, to feel to close, to shut, to seal to fly, to run, to walk to say, to shout, to talk to cry, to grieve, to sob to take, to steal, to rob to crave, to
Lost
And she can't even grieve. she is lost... let her be.... no one can awaken her. just leave... she won't notice, anyway... he is gone.
Rain in The meadows (Twokinds snippet)
You're grieving for me. the thought floated through her muddied mind, and she knew it must be true. and as if it could hear her thoughts, the wisp flickered and embraced her.
A Worn Down Lizard
It is very potent, and can destroy the memories of those you grieve. grieving is hard but a part of life. regret can help, but it can destroy. or worse. there is a story behind all things, including this cursed eye and my white scales.
Through the Looking Glass: Penance: Chapter 11
For a full five minutes, the entire group stood there in silence, heads bowed solemnly as they grieved the death of xang li shifu.
Karelian Strength
Cursed to grieve for a great lover lost, painful bearer of the ultimate cost; she was left to suffer such emptiness, no longer feeling his fond caress.
I love you....
Tempted by hatred, will she always grieve, for that man...is just a child inside he'll always have a pull on her soul and a place to reside.
2 Christmas Poem
A prayer for the lost and forgotten merry christmas to all and to all great cheer but do not forget others this year at time of grieving and time of loss for many could not bear their gross for those who have lost a loved one this time let us
Farewell, My Son.
And leaving your friends back home to grieve. farewell, cody, goodbye, adieu. my thoughts and prayers go out to you. may god allow you one day to return, until then for your face my heart will yearn.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 119
They know no other way to grieve." kiana looked back at the throng that was gathering around them, at the writhing mass of shadows and glowing eyes.
Foxhunt
Without outlet or reassurance; self-destruction like a revved up engine on an empty radiator grieving but not moving woke up this morn, got up, idea was on my plate no time to contemplate reach for the moon a sordid imagery forced within my face undid
Tormented Soul
Even now, we still grieve for what we have lost. i still remember the fires all around me and how our villagers were taken away. why we believed them? the lies that came forth from the serpent's tongue?