How do you think you will die? Or how would you want to die?
Natural causes, accidental, suicide, or by homicide?
What would you like to accomplish before you die?
Do you have a bucket list of things you want to do before you pass away?
Natural death: I think I will die of an...
I had a dream of pet rabbit dying. In the dream, a friend and I took it to the veterinarian's office and hooked it to a bunch of wires. There were lots of square, beeping machines with lots of buttons and flashing lights around in the small office. It looked futuristic almost. The rabbit was...
It's Official: The Universe Is Dying Slowly (source)
by Nola Taylor Redd | August 11, 2015 12:54am ET
The most comprehensive assessment of the energy output in the nearby universe reveals that today's produced energy is only about half of what it was 2 billion years ago. A team of...
Tombstone on the front door
Playing the part of a corpse today, ma
Bring flowers if you must but do not disturb
This is only a role, I’ll step off the stage in time
They peer into my urn, hoping to discern
They tap on my tomb, looking to exhume
One man’s pine box is another man’s womb
On a mission to self-destruct completely
In a dignified sort of way
The weary poet way
Fatigued from the race
Needing a change of pace
On the cusp of capsizing
Into a drowning abyss
Spend away and dwindle that figure
Add more pressure to that sensitive trigger
Drag those bones wherever...
Now comes the time of significant decay
The autumn of the psyche when leaves fall away
I am drowning in this madness with each passing day
With nowhere to go and nowhere to stay
I see no resurrection in the months ahead
Only winter's harsh portrait of ivory coated dread
My bones will only...
I come to your doorstep dressed in the garments of desperation
Cloaked in the tapestry of yesterday's knitted threads
Pouring rain nonstop for weeks on end
The maintenance of life, the race, I've lost my wind
Blue in the face, crying for air and attention
Forgotten pupil in the hall of detention...
These walls can be a coffin
Floating in shallow water
I don't get to move that often
Compressed by agitation
Longing for liberation
Inhibited by isolation
The fear of moving
The panic upon being seen
Through word of mouth they cement you
Into bricks to build...
Everywhere I look for hope, they seem to be out
Evicted from my comfort zone, I live in great doubt
The rainbow-tinted lenses that I wore in my youth
Have been peeled from my adult head in favour of truth
Finding fog instead of moonlight as I scan the dark night
Hope decays with passing age...
I'm dying in this listless, dim excuse for a life
I'm dying in this restless, dark compression and strife
I'm dying in the sand dunes, being pulled below surface
I'm dying while the band tunes up while I serve no purpose
I'm dying as my strings get plucked and thrown to the sea
I'm dying just to...
How did I get to these twenty-three years
When suddenly now I have all these fears?
How was I not so insecure before?
How did I freely unlock my door?
Was something protecting me peeled away?
Exposing me to how I feel today?
Did thieves break and enter and shut off the power?
Why do I die with...
I'm pretty sure many people have heard of classical music "dying" in this world... but I like to always question what people say. Is classical music really dying?
After reading this, I really began to reflect on my life and...