The heck with it. Do you think I am going to sit here and decompose while you perform random acts of kindness for strangers. Why do you think I want to wait while you offload some groceries to the old biddy and wheel out her garbage bin?
there the leaves and fruit and egg shells rotted in the back garden it was moist and disgusting and the idea of sifting through it to retrieve my daughter’s frisbee disgusted me. it was only then that i saw the finger poking out of the semi-decomposed dirt.
when things decompose they stink. this is true of food, plants, animals and even thoughts. anything that starts to get old and decompose will start to rot. decomposition is death.
The carcass I buried in the garden last summer had evidently decomposed. I missed little whiskers. My first birthday present was that little rabbit and he was my best friend for a long time. After moving away for boarding school became inevitable, I had to decide what to do. I couldn’t take him with me so I had to give him away. Now I know though that if I had killed him myself, he would have been better off than being given away to the Turnells.
The Turnells were never my favorite family-or anyone else’s favorite for that matter.
Sandy stared at the garbage truck. 10 years, 5 months, and 2 days was all wrapped up in a filthy blanket. As the truck drove away, she felt a peace wash over her. Her marriage had been dead long ago, and now, he was too.
The time between autumn and winter when the bright leaves clutter on the damp ground and fade, their red and yellow and orange and green hues falling away to reveal the skeleton structure so humbly holding nature together
“We should save our compost and use it in the garden,” my mother said. “gross!,” I yelled back to her. “That’s disgusting.” Then, my mother explained to me how the food scraps decompose and become food for the plants and flowers we planted last weekend. “Oh, that’s actually cool,” I decided and threw my banana peel into the green bin newly placed under the kitchen sink.
Composted detritus of a life.
Fermentations of eternity.
I, we, decompose;
even as we speak, breathe, live, die,
and are reborn;
to become as one,
amidst the howl and moan
of the cosmic quantum foam.
She stared at the carcass that lay on the side of the road. Watching it slowly decompose as she walked past it each day was one of the only interesting things that happened in her life. It had been there for over a week now and the flies buzzed constantly around it, the stench of rotting meat rising slowly to her nose.
In this moment, I could simply decompose. Just wither away and dissipate, my mind unraveling and coming undone at the seams. This melody is perfect enough to justify such a thing.
The sun was bright and there was nothing around. The poor verment layed there lifeless and alone, slowly starting to decompose. YOu could see he had nothing left to live for. It was sad day.
it spoils the world yes plastic, as it is not easily decomposable.it spoils the earth.prevents water seeping in and hence dries out our future watr resources.
Some live as though they can oppose
That one direction in which time flows.
They must think death picks only those
Who acknowledge that life still comes and goes.
It’s a desperate hope that death only knows
Those of us whose awareness grows
That regardless of what life you chose,
All live and die and decompose.
This is what the body does after death. This is also what happens to your resume when you spend too much time doing shit you don’t want to do then decide after 30 to make a big change. Oddly one will lead to the other… Slowly.
When we thought that all was well in the district, after the fire and and the investigation that followed, we had to face the sight of a decompose body in the rubble of the building.
They entered, even knowing the risks and were hit with a stench worse than fresh dead. Leon whispered the words of light and two orbs formed around around the group of six revealing the decomposing men at their feet. The monster had left them in its wake to taunt them on their journey.
She looked at the pile of journals, the random collection of napkins and newspapers edges, post-it notes, memo pad sheets, even inserts from purchased products. Her words clung to them with desperation resisting the demand to decompose in the light of life’s business. Little snatches of prose, observed rainbows, surprise fireworks shows viewable by highway, deer and turkey sightings along the road that chilled her driver’s heart until she passed. So many sights with hands on wheel she wanted to capture in the moment that she had to pass by in the need of the moment on her way home. Her inner writer demanded she scrawl a worded photo of the moment, even if only a few words touching paper could be done between gassing up to preserve the magic to relive later in the midst of everyday doldrums.
the body began to decompose as soon as the sky turned blue. the planet was a hostile environment, not meant for any earthling… yet she stood, without any protective gear on herself.. enjoying the obnoxious surroundings as if it was a holiday resort.
Composed. Whole, together, complete. Matilda was rarely anything other than perfectly composed, well-put together and the perfect lady. But now she was uncomposed. Lacking composure. No, decomposed. Breaking apart, disintegrating into nothing. Falling to little scattered pieces across the floor.
Decomposition is a phrase I think is very crispy. It makes me think of dead leaves fallen around a tree, slowly wilting and becoming one with the Earth. It makes me think of beetles and worms making their way about the dirt, eating the fallen plants. Decomposition has a positive connotation to me, because it gives back.
breaking down over the night, I become a dandelion spore floating absent-mindedly in the air. my gravestone is the grass and it is time for the leaves to die. mash them under your boot. I cannot breathe anymore if I am not going to sit under the sycamore tree with you today.
To decompose is essentially to fall apart. I feel like falling apart right now. Decomposing reminds me of death. Death reminds me of myself. That is so terribly sad. I hate me.
My mind decomposes with the days. I
can feel its decay as I lay on the couch
playing video games for hours upon hours
and I’ll say what’s this life for?
With one ear to the ground, it’s what we’ll
soon become, it’s what we’re searching for
six feet under,
well we used to be
on top of the world.
Fall from the bone. Nibbled, away the flesh comes. Green and black and maroon where it should be red. This life has been taken captive by another lifeform, the young blood so much more powerful that the other. There will soon be nothing left – but this is not loss. This is a circuit that even the toughest skin cannot intercept. Continue, for lack of a substitute.
to let go to fall apart. When the world gives up clinging and let’s everything go where it must. To let gravity pull you down, to let entropy take its’ course, as your electrons spon and your atoms slowly decompose. To stop clinging, to stop holding so tight, to breathe out.
I decompose at the end of the day. I do not unwind. I break down until I no longer have a body that is mine. I am not alive. I am not dead. I simply am. I do not want to live. I want to be. And the way to do that is to decompose. At least when I am asleep I do not know of my body. I know of my mind.
people don’t (can’t) melt into each other; that’s for the
romantics, for the poets who think that souls are puzzle pieces
that can just /fit/ sometimes you have to saw off your edges.
sometimes you have to pierce your skin. ( don’t, for your sake.
don’t chop off your hair because he likes running his hands through
your bottle-dyed strands ) diamonds last forever, but bodies don’t
see if he’ll love you when you’re dust and ash, when your eyes are
crusty in blurry early mornings, or when your voice shakes,
shatters; see if he’ll love you when you cry and when you don’t.
there’s no such thing as true love or fairytale endings ( not
because love stories never end, or something someone bullshitted in
front of their laptop ) but there is tenderness, peace, noticing
the space in between your fingers and wanting to touch the corners
of your mouth let him love you for being a person, not for being
his savior.
The body started to decompose in the dirt, slowly caves in like an abandoned building. Falling apart where ever u looked. Everything was so sorrowful, everyone. It had been soso long, but not long enough. Nothing was the same when she died, th ere was noone to make everything extravagant and joyous anymore. When you turned the corner, her sparkling diamond blue eyes were no longer there to greet u with a warm welcome.
The heck with it. Do you think I am going to sit here and decompose while you perform random acts of kindness for strangers. Why do you think I want to wait while you offload some groceries to the old biddy and wheel out her garbage bin?
there the leaves and fruit and egg shells rotted in the back garden it was moist and disgusting and the idea of sifting through it to retrieve my daughter’s frisbee disgusted me. it was only then that i saw the finger poking out of the semi-decomposed dirt.
when things decompose they stink. this is true of food, plants, animals and even thoughts. anything that starts to get old and decompose will start to rot. decomposition is death.
The carcass I buried in the garden last summer had evidently decomposed. I missed little whiskers. My first birthday present was that little rabbit and he was my best friend for a long time. After moving away for boarding school became inevitable, I had to decide what to do. I couldn’t take him with me so I had to give him away. Now I know though that if I had killed him myself, he would have been better off than being given away to the Turnells.
The Turnells were never my favorite family-or anyone else’s favorite for that matter.
Sandy stared at the garbage truck. 10 years, 5 months, and 2 days was all wrapped up in a filthy blanket. As the truck drove away, she felt a peace wash over her. Her marriage had been dead long ago, and now, he was too.
The time between autumn and winter when the bright leaves clutter on the damp ground and fade, their red and yellow and orange and green hues falling away to reveal the skeleton structure so humbly holding nature together
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“We should save our compost and use it in the garden,” my mother said. “gross!,” I yelled back to her. “That’s disgusting.” Then, my mother explained to me how the food scraps decompose and become food for the plants and flowers we planted last weekend. “Oh, that’s actually cool,” I decided and threw my banana peel into the green bin newly placed under the kitchen sink.
Composted detritus of a life.
Fermentations of eternity.
I, we, decompose;
even as we speak, breathe, live, die,
and are reborn;
to become as one,
amidst the howl and moan
of the cosmic quantum foam.
Death dirt rot breaking up ground falling apart
She stared at the carcass that lay on the side of the road. Watching it slowly decompose as she walked past it each day was one of the only interesting things that happened in her life. It had been there for over a week now and the flies buzzed constantly around it, the stench of rotting meat rising slowly to her nose.
In this moment, I could simply decompose. Just wither away and dissipate, my mind unraveling and coming undone at the seams. This melody is perfect enough to justify such a thing.
The sun was bright and there was nothing around. The poor verment layed there lifeless and alone, slowly starting to decompose. YOu could see he had nothing left to live for. It was sad day.
we can use bio degradable wastes to decompose and use them as natural manure which will save us from the chemical fertiliser ill effects.
it spoils the world yes plastic, as it is not easily decomposable.it spoils the earth.prevents water seeping in and hence dries out our future watr resources.
World is too complete.
Everything is so ready.
I want to decompose all.
Some live as though they can oppose
That one direction in which time flows.
They must think death picks only those
Who acknowledge that life still comes and goes.
It’s a desperate hope that death only knows
Those of us whose awareness grows
That regardless of what life you chose,
All live and die and decompose.
environment, compost, worms, die, nutrients, reuse, recycle, dead, body, dead body,
This is what the body does after death. This is also what happens to your resume when you spend too much time doing shit you don’t want to do then decide after 30 to make a big change. Oddly one will lead to the other… Slowly.
Every time I try to write a sentence, I backspace and start again. I guess I’m decomposing.
When we thought that all was well in the district, after the fire and and the investigation that followed, we had to face the sight of a decompose body in the rubble of the building.
i dont know what decompose means but if i my explenaition would be to unmake music.
They entered, even knowing the risks and were hit with a stench worse than fresh dead. Leon whispered the words of light and two orbs formed around around the group of six revealing the decomposing men at their feet. The monster had left them in its wake to taunt them on their journey.
She looked at the pile of journals, the random collection of napkins and newspapers edges, post-it notes, memo pad sheets, even inserts from purchased products. Her words clung to them with desperation resisting the demand to decompose in the light of life’s business. Little snatches of prose, observed rainbows, surprise fireworks shows viewable by highway, deer and turkey sightings along the road that chilled her driver’s heart until she passed. So many sights with hands on wheel she wanted to capture in the moment that she had to pass by in the need of the moment on her way home. Her inner writer demanded she scrawl a worded photo of the moment, even if only a few words touching paper could be done between gassing up to preserve the magic to relive later in the midst of everyday doldrums.
Sifting through
the muted colours
searching for
that silver
of value
as we
decompose
worthless (we are)
the body began to decompose as soon as the sky turned blue. the planet was a hostile environment, not meant for any earthling… yet she stood, without any protective gear on herself.. enjoying the obnoxious surroundings as if it was a holiday resort.
Composed. Whole, together, complete. Matilda was rarely anything other than perfectly composed, well-put together and the perfect lady. But now she was uncomposed. Lacking composure. No, decomposed. Breaking apart, disintegrating into nothing. Falling to little scattered pieces across the floor.
Decomposition is a phrase I think is very crispy. It makes me think of dead leaves fallen around a tree, slowly wilting and becoming one with the Earth. It makes me think of beetles and worms making their way about the dirt, eating the fallen plants. Decomposition has a positive connotation to me, because it gives back.
breaking down over the night, I become a dandelion spore floating absent-mindedly in the air. my gravestone is the grass and it is time for the leaves to die. mash them under your boot. I cannot breathe anymore if I am not going to sit under the sycamore tree with you today.
nfvid fhvuhiudsa hfuidsa fu hufc; fvhudcsi cds. vhdisjn fviis diox di sidod. diciojwijeifujvhncx cfhdjskamx. wjendkm ndjsakl.
I think that if I have a better communication skill, my life will be much easier. Anyway, I will keep myself moving forward and
To decompose is essentially to fall apart. I feel like falling apart right now. Decomposing reminds me of death. Death reminds me of myself. That is so terribly sad. I hate me.
Bacteria. Rotting. Death. A corpse lying on a ground, with flies swarming and worm entering every hole available in a human’s body.
My mind decomposes with the days. I
can feel its decay as I lay on the couch
playing video games for hours upon hours
and I’ll say what’s this life for?
With one ear to the ground, it’s what we’ll
soon become, it’s what we’re searching for
six feet under,
well we used to be
on top of the world.
Fall from the bone. Nibbled, away the flesh comes. Green and black and maroon where it should be red. This life has been taken captive by another lifeform, the young blood so much more powerful that the other. There will soon be nothing left – but this is not loss. This is a circuit that even the toughest skin cannot intercept. Continue, for lack of a substitute.
to let go to fall apart. When the world gives up clinging and let’s everything go where it must. To let gravity pull you down, to let entropy take its’ course, as your electrons spon and your atoms slowly decompose. To stop clinging, to stop holding so tight, to breathe out.
I decompose at the end of the day. I do not unwind. I break down until I no longer have a body that is mine. I am not alive. I am not dead. I simply am. I do not want to live. I want to be. And the way to do that is to decompose. At least when I am asleep I do not know of my body. I know of my mind.
people don’t (can’t) melt into each other; that’s for the
romantics, for the poets who think that souls are puzzle pieces
that can just /fit/ sometimes you have to saw off your edges.
sometimes you have to pierce your skin. ( don’t, for your sake.
don’t chop off your hair because he likes running his hands through
your bottle-dyed strands ) diamonds last forever, but bodies don’t
see if he’ll love you when you’re dust and ash, when your eyes are
crusty in blurry early mornings, or when your voice shakes,
shatters; see if he’ll love you when you cry and when you don’t.
there’s no such thing as true love or fairytale endings ( not
because love stories never end, or something someone bullshitted in
front of their laptop ) but there is tenderness, peace, noticing
the space in between your fingers and wanting to touch the corners
of your mouth let him love you for being a person, not for being
his savior.
falling apart. ending. cleaning the bones. flies, maggots, rot, decay, stench. turning to dirt. becoming un composed.
The body started to decompose in the dirt, slowly caves in like an abandoned building. Falling apart where ever u looked. Everything was so sorrowful, everyone. It had been soso long, but not long enough. Nothing was the same when she died, th ere was noone to make everything extravagant and joyous anymore. When you turned the corner, her sparkling diamond blue eyes were no longer there to greet u with a warm welcome.