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It's good you were a certified master butcher, wasn't it grandpa?
Thus I know you must have died as painlessly as possible,
when ramming this knife into your own heart.
Besides butchering beings properly,
you had learned
how painful dying of sickness is.
Grandma was the perfect example.
But grandpa,
didn't you also learn
how painful it is to be left behind?
The death-pale face of my uncle's girlfriend showed how dire you looked when they found you.
When I returned to your house all that was left was this
giant,
weird,
untouchable
emptiness.
Sure, everything was still there (along with the sturdy dirt in the corners that always refused to be scrubbed away). Every thing was so very familiar. The only thing missing was you.
But you weren't sleeping in your favourite chair and I knew.
Christmastime must have reminded you of how damn lonely you felt.
Happy Christmas to you and your loved ones, right grandpa?
And I kept asking
and I kept asking
and I kept asking myself
Was this my fault?
I didn't think,
we didn't think much,
we didn't think much when we didn't...
I didn't think much when you refused to take those pills (your reasons sounded so reasonable).
I didn't think you would... (you seemed way too reasonable)...
Grumpy old knucklehead. Didn't you think we would miss you?
I hope you're playing Malefiz or Rommé with grandma in heaven. Do you still cut your bread into those tiny pieces? And the tomatoes, do you still peel them because they get stuck in your teeth otherwise? Nah, I hope they've got better teeth for you up there.
Kiss grandma for me and greet my aunt.
(Tell her she was always better cleaning your place than I was.)
Thank you for not bequeathing your car to me. God knows I couldn't drive that thing (properly). Still it was fun visiting this restaurant in the forest with you – after we both survived me driving down this narrow road intended for two cars but actually only wide enough for one.
I still miss you grandpa.
But it was your decision, not my fault, that you left.
Your decision that we will discuss, once I get a chance.
Did you forget you still owe me this stupid promotional trip we wanted to take, even though it was not your fault it was cancelled?
Here's the deal: Give me a promotional trip of heaven once I get there, and I'll let grandma sway me to forgive you (She always was the better diplomat anyway).
Thus I know you must have died as painlessly as possible,
when ramming this knife into your own heart.
Besides butchering beings properly,
you had learned
how painful dying of sickness is.
Grandma was the perfect example.
But grandpa,
didn't you also learn
how painful it is to be left behind?
The death-pale face of my uncle's girlfriend showed how dire you looked when they found you.
When I returned to your house all that was left was this
giant,
weird,
untouchable
emptiness.
Sure, everything was still there (along with the sturdy dirt in the corners that always refused to be scrubbed away). Every thing was so very familiar. The only thing missing was you.
But you weren't sleeping in your favourite chair and I knew.
Christmastime must have reminded you of how damn lonely you felt.
Happy Christmas to you and your loved ones, right grandpa?
And I kept asking
and I kept asking
and I kept asking myself
Was this my fault?
I didn't think,
we didn't think much,
we didn't think much when we didn't...
I didn't think much when you refused to take those pills (your reasons sounded so reasonable).
I didn't think you would... (you seemed way too reasonable)...
Grumpy old knucklehead. Didn't you think we would miss you?
I hope you're playing Malefiz or Rommé with grandma in heaven. Do you still cut your bread into those tiny pieces? And the tomatoes, do you still peel them because they get stuck in your teeth otherwise? Nah, I hope they've got better teeth for you up there.
Kiss grandma for me and greet my aunt.
(Tell her she was always better cleaning your place than I was.)
Thank you for not bequeathing your car to me. God knows I couldn't drive that thing (properly). Still it was fun visiting this restaurant in the forest with you – after we both survived me driving down this narrow road intended for two cars but actually only wide enough for one.
I still miss you grandpa.
But it was your decision, not my fault, that you left.
Your decision that we will discuss, once I get a chance.
Did you forget you still owe me this stupid promotional trip we wanted to take, even though it was not your fault it was cancelled?
Here's the deal: Give me a promotional trip of heaven once I get there, and I'll let grandma sway me to forgive you (She always was the better diplomat anyway).
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I wanted to grow old with you
I wanted to grow old with you:
turn grey and fade away, subdued.
To walk with you through all the years
and face, as one, our darkest fears.
We'd burn too brightly for this Earth
and share in sorrow and in mirth;
to each the other's soul would bare
and twice the love, at once, declare.
For each would know the other's mind
and there a perfect solace find;
we would be two, though as one known –
discrete though merged & mingled grown.
I wanted to grow old, it's true:
turn grey and fade to dust with you.
Literature
Let Your Daughter Be a Pirate
Let your daughter be a pirate
if she asks for a wooden sword
help her build her ship from empty boxes
and sail the vast backyard
because a box doesn’t only
have to store dead dreams
and she is so much more
than just a vessel.
Let your daughter be Robin Hood,
if she wants to be an anarchist,
a hero, a rebel, a rogue,
give her bows, and arrows,
and arrogance,
let her fight for the plight of poorer folk
because Robin isn’t just a boy’s name.
Let your daughter be a princess
locked in a tower so high
let her be her own prince,
don’t tell her to wait for a hundred years,
let her swing from her own hair
and grasp her own fre
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to icarus
in the next life you were a phoenix
a fiery resurrection
songbird of ash & second chances
when you flew south for the winter,
you made it every time
see for you, the universe was an olympic mountain
jutting out of the ocean, a temple you would never set foot in
an elaborate maze you'd been lost in for too long;
the only love you'd ever known was from the coalfire
of your father's hands in the dark, they were the most angelic
monsters, they were beacons
his mind was the gears of a clock that never stopped spinning
but the light,
the light was a promise to be seen
the fire, a dancing enchanter that never leaves
the future was an echo on t
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This has been waiting to be published since February but the time never seemed quite right. I just learned that world suicide prevention day was three days ago, so right now feels fitting. Half of this doesn't even feel like a real poem, but after deliberating this back and forth I decided it suits the topic.
If you ever considered suicide - don't. It really hurts to be left behind.
Related poems:
Poem for my other grandpa: Old Hands
Prose for my aunt: (Dis)ability
If you ever considered suicide - don't. It really hurts to be left behind.
Related poems:
Poem for my other grandpa: Old Hands
Prose for my aunt: (Dis)ability
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Very sad... but I like the hope in there, the faith towards the good. Although you still feel the anger, that is just not powerfull enough.
Thanks for sharing this!
Thanks for sharing this!