I attended a funeral Some weeks ago The semi-familiar faces Were all laden with the all too familiar grief I sat in a chair in a corner And felt nothing. Said nothing. Felt nothing. Why should I? She escaped This poem was written/submitted by Taylor Seaton.

A thousand apologies For all the countless mistakes And dull ideologies That caused all the pain and aches Associated with me A thousand apologies For all of the foolish words Transcribed in anthologies Written for the languid birds And for all the world to see A thousand apologies For the unthought and unsaid And the [...]

You get angry thats what death does A light A warmth on my face The breeze through my hair I smell the trees You get angry thats what death does A heartbeat A silent scream Sinking A coldness creeps in Shadows dance in your eyes You get angry thats what death does Not a death [...]

Watch him indeed Watch his greed Watch her bleed When he plants his seed. Watch her cry Watch her innocence die Watch him lie See the terror in her eye. The result is born The mothers life torn Hear the funeral horn Watch the family morn This poem was written/submitted by Ian Curtis.

Sweet Dreams I’m made of these They come And they go They’re pure evil That they touture your brain I’m laughing at you As you fall on your knees Your eyes pleading for help Yet I love to see your pain Sweet Dreams I’m made of these I’m getting angrier As your pain eases But [...]

CALL for the robin-redbreast and the wren, Since o’er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole, To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm, And (when gay tombs are robb’d) sustain no [...]

When I’m dead Which won’t be wrong I want no flowers No tender song I want no funeral A casket isn’t in need I may prefer it To lie in the weeds Leave no gravestone It is nothing I will see Leave no markings Just leave me This poem was written/submitted by Justin Fitzpatrick.

Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren, Since o’er shady groves they hover And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole, To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm And, when gay tombs are robb’d, sustain no [...]

Sorrow and pain, sadness and hurt, standing at a funeral, in my black mini skirt, wishing for peace, to the person who’s dead, wish it was me, who got shot in the head. This poem was written/submitted by RebeccaSaphira Black.

Another suicide A school student just died A girl lost her breath Wrist cutted, bleed to death It must have been the stress Oh what a bloody mess Another tragedy For this unfortunate family A father lost his daughter More wet tears for her mother A funeral bell soon, you’ll hear Her life, destroyed, dissapeared [...]