grief is loss is overwhelming; is all-things brought by loss-of-things; is black, is dark, is grey. grief is emptiness spilling over; is all-encompassing nothingness;
She took her last breath as he held on to her.
Greif was the feeling of her still warm flesh sticking his jacket to his arm
Greif was the bloody smile lain still of which he used to kiss
Greif was love in that moment
Her eyes still wondering in the lusty clouds
Her eyes staring up into heaven, leaving this world behind in a awestruck glance
Hurdling metal ending her last dreamy attemp at a life
A life well worn.
Really?1 My first one on the day I lost my mom one month ago? Ironic. I miss her tons. I think about her all the time. I feel lost, unfocused and deep down sad.
Good Grief, Charlie Brown. What’s good about it, I’d like to know? Grief is pain. No one understands it better than Chuck who gets nothing but grief from the neighborhood children. He grieves for the social life he might have had if his head were less round.
Grief has pale white skin and wide vacant eyes. She wears a black veil and whispers into the night. She crawls under your skin and invades your heart. But fear not as grief, grief too shall pass.
You tell me that our friends are finding love, and I wonder if this spun sugar cage is enough for you anymore. If this caricature of budding flowers is enough to trick you into spring, to hide winter’s gaunt fingers scoring her frost across your arms.
Maybe it will take a couple of hours, days, weeks, but by the end of it you will leave me and my frostbitten hands to dance amongst birdsong and sunshine.
And I will be alone, this cold heart of mine melting onto the ground below.
Someone I know always says ”good grief” Its her catch phrase but it gets really really annoying. So I’ll be telling a story or something ”So, today I walked to the store……” ”Oh good grief, did you get kidnapped?” ”Um no, because I’m here right now, aren’t I?” Or ”Earlier this week I……” ”Oh good grief, I got mud on my new shoes.” Like stop with the ”good griefs already you’re killing me here! Like oh yeah I got kidnapped but I’m still here. Like what the heck is wrong with you. And everytime I try and tell a story she cuts me off with ”good grief” what is so important about that saying? It sounds like you’re hinting about beef and gravy. Well speaking of beef and gravy I better go eat it’s lunchtime!
The pain was unbearable. I couldn’t handle what I had done. The blood stained my hands, and based off the pained expression on the dead man’s face, I would never be able to move on in life. I cradled the knife in my hands and though about what I did. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. Grieving over the loss of someone I didnt actually care about. I placed the cool blade of the knife across my throat and counted to ten. It would be the last time I did.
“Good grief!” she said after the little girl walked in all covered in mud all over her new dress,”What happed?!” she said steaming with anger. ” I dropped my craft from school in the mud, I went to go grab it but I tripped on my shoelaces” she said in a disapointed voice. “Well” she sighed ” lets go get you cleaned up.”
When you are sad like you are sad and you cry because your two hours late for your for work or loose your favorite credit card. It is hard to sometimes hard to stop your grief if its something really important.
All the lights on her apartment were off, the sky, pale grey and there’s a slight drizzling outside that gave her a somber mood so she stayed in for the day and picked up a Murakami on the shelf and continued to read where she left off. The desk lamp, which is her only source of light and warmth started to flicker and she wondered if she would grieve for yet another death in her life again.
sad, and mad, and a bunch of other feelings. something that is hard to get over. something that is not welcoming. something that no one likes. it is not good.
grief is loss is overwhelming; is all-things brought by loss-of-things; is black, is dark, is grey. grief is emptiness spilling over; is all-encompassing nothingness;
She took her last breath as he held on to her.
Greif was the feeling of her still warm flesh sticking his jacket to his arm
Greif was the bloody smile lain still of which he used to kiss
Greif was love in that moment
Her eyes still wondering in the lusty clouds
Her eyes staring up into heaven, leaving this world behind in a awestruck glance
Hurdling metal ending her last dreamy attemp at a life
A life well worn.
Grief means breaking other peoples creations and destroying them. Griefes are very mean people. :(
Really?1 My first one on the day I lost my mom one month ago? Ironic. I miss her tons. I think about her all the time. I feel lost, unfocused and deep down sad.
But life goes on.
much like this timer at the bottom of the page….
I miss and love you mom.
Wel sounds strange, given the fact I do not know what do word means. It’s sounds like a brief but gross.
Emptiness, that’s all I feel. Is that even a feeling? Because, if it’s not, then I think I don´t feel a thing.
Grief had etched great trenches of misery on either side of her mouth, parallels of wretchedness across her brow.
grief is so subjective. it can be good or bad. pretty or ugly. healthy or unhealthy. It can be done alone or together. Good grief!
Good Grief, Charlie Brown. What’s good about it, I’d like to know? Grief is pain. No one understands it better than Chuck who gets nothing but grief from the neighborhood children. He grieves for the social life he might have had if his head were less round.
Grief has pale white skin and wide vacant eyes. She wears a black veil and whispers into the night. She crawls under your skin and invades your heart. But fear not as grief, grief too shall pass.
My eyes are welling up now. G’day.
— RIP Cheat Plastic China Robot 2015-2015
My robot was filled with grief and he died because I didn’t give him his daily dose of batteries. Fare-well to it, and it’s absurdness.
Pain, a surge of emotions, hurt, feeling numb. not knowing what to do with yourself because of the grief you’re feeling.
Grief is a response to loss particularly to the loss of someone or something that has died, to which a bond or affection was formed.
Sadness and lost. Grief can be for many things, your dog, cat, or your job. It is very sad.
You tell me that our friends are finding love, and I wonder if this spun sugar cage is enough for you anymore. If this caricature of budding flowers is enough to trick you into spring, to hide winter’s gaunt fingers scoring her frost across your arms.
Maybe it will take a couple of hours, days, weeks, but by the end of it you will leave me and my frostbitten hands to dance amongst birdsong and sunshine.
And I will be alone, this cold heart of mine melting onto the ground below.
Such a grief at
deciding
on your death
although
you were never
really alive
with me
to begin
with.
i love lamp
Someone I know always says ”good grief” Its her catch phrase but it gets really really annoying. So I’ll be telling a story or something ”So, today I walked to the store……” ”Oh good grief, did you get kidnapped?” ”Um no, because I’m here right now, aren’t I?” Or ”Earlier this week I……” ”Oh good grief, I got mud on my new shoes.” Like stop with the ”good griefs already you’re killing me here! Like oh yeah I got kidnapped but I’m still here. Like what the heck is wrong with you. And everytime I try and tell a story she cuts me off with ”good grief” what is so important about that saying? It sounds like you’re hinting about beef and gravy. Well speaking of beef and gravy I better go eat it’s lunchtime!
The pain was unbearable. I couldn’t handle what I had done. The blood stained my hands, and based off the pained expression on the dead man’s face, I would never be able to move on in life. I cradled the knife in my hands and though about what I did. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. Grieving over the loss of someone I didnt actually care about. I placed the cool blade of the knife across my throat and counted to ten. It would be the last time I did.
“Good grief!” she said after the little girl walked in all covered in mud all over her new dress,”What happed?!” she said steaming with anger. ” I dropped my craft from school in the mud, I went to go grab it but I tripped on my shoelaces” she said in a disapointed voice. “Well” she sighed ” lets go get you cleaned up.”
a feeling or emotion; usually sad or depressing;
example: “she showed grief when her dog passed away.”
When you are sad like you are sad and you cry because your two hours late for your for work or loose your favorite credit card. It is hard to sometimes hard to stop your grief if its something really important.
Henry pushed and he pushed.
“Are you ok in there?”
“Shut up and let me finish”
His mind was like a violin in a china shop. He pushed and pushed.
“Do you want me to call the doctor? Or the plumber?”
“I want you to find something else to do besides stand there and bother me”
Henry closed his eyes, said a prayer, and pushed.
A blade to the wrist. A noose around the neck. A tumble off a ledge. A gun at the temple. An empty bottle of pills.
For what better way to deal with your grief, if not to cause others grief yourself?
All the lights on her apartment were off, the sky, pale grey and there’s a slight drizzling outside that gave her a somber mood so she stayed in for the day and picked up a Murakami on the shelf and continued to read where she left off. The desk lamp, which is her only source of light and warmth started to flicker and she wondered if she would grieve for yet another death in her life again.
Georgia
sad, and mad, and a bunch of other feelings. something that is hard to get over. something that is not welcoming. something that no one likes. it is not good.