Sweet Dreams You represent a large part of my #life, and I really can't believe you are not here anymore. I worry for you now, I fear that you will miss your home and me and I I really don't want you to, I hope that you forget me and everything we had, I will remember for the both of us how great we were. If heaven exists then I know you will be welcomed in, you graced my #life with your presence and we were so damn lucky to have you on earth. If heaven doesn't exist maybe you will be reincarnated, you deserve to be the best and will hopefully live another beautiful, happy, perfect #life. if neither reincarnation exists or heaven and you go to the ground I hope that from that earth the most beautiful flowers grow and that you are so strong and vibrant once again. I always told you that if you ever needed me I would be in your heart, and I need you now, we didn't have a plan for that. You could have lived so much longer and that hurts. I love you. I miss you. I need you. I cry for you, Cancer killed you. I won't ever forget you.

After Death By Christina Rossetti The curtains were drawn, the floor was swept And strewn with rushes rosemary and may Lay thick upon the bed on which I lay, Where through lattice ivy- shadows crept. He leaned above me thinking that I slept And could not hear him; but I heard him say: 'poor child, poor child:' and as he turned away Came a deep silence, and I knew he wept. He did not touch the shroud, or raise the fold That hid my face, or take my hand in his, Or ruffle the smooth pillows for my head: He did not love me living; but once dead He pitied me; and very sweet it is To know he still is warm though i am cold.

Heaven By me Chloe Walker When i leave this universe i hope that some shall cry, I wish to have touched a heart so deep i shall not say goodbye, But live instead in the blood that pulses through your veins and play forever in your dreams and love you in my way, You breath me in when in the sun and whistle me through your lips, I swirl around the enchanted air you drink me in with sips, I will live with you inside your soul intwined the way i could, Until you stray back next to me to the place in which you should.

Mermaids I scratch at his arms, digging long gnarled nails deep into his soft flesh piercing open blood veins for the water to sting. I wrap my long whipping fingers around his neck and pull him down in to the water and touch him to my lips. I empty his lungs of oxygen and fill them with the sea.

What Hides Behind The Attic Door? Flossie (my cat) has always had a peculiar interest with the attic. She'll whine for hours and anxiously keep watch. They say that sometimes cats have an extra sense about these things. Like when we go on holiday the days before she will ignore us and guard the front door. Dad thinks she's an explorer but I have to disagree. I think she's scared. She knows that something isn't right up there and hopes for our sake it doesn't ever come down.