Elementia Grief

Writing

Peanut Butter Sandwiches

By Elizabeth Yost

Even when she was young, Sonya had never been afraid of the supernatural.


Death Changes Everything

By Naduish Whitely

Does it end where it all began? Since the death of my mother Something inside is broken from deep deep within I feel like I’ve sinned Thoughts ramble through my head I feel like I too want to be dead Yes it’s wrong it’s not right But my senses appear to be vanished out of sight Where shall I begi


I wish

By Rabi Hemayoun

On a cold February evening I learned one of life’s biggest lessons: appreciate what you have at present because once it’s taken away from you, all you’ll have left are memories. For me that ‘it’ was my fifteen month old niece, Bano.


Wake

By Blaire Lauren Ginsburg

“My husband was not supposed to die young.”


Loves Death

By Kim Nash

I look at your face, the flowers in the vase, I never wanted to be in this place, As I pace the floor, Searching for the door, I realize I miss you more, So I kneel at the cross, And pray for my loss, Wondering why you paid the cost . . .


Dear Whom Ever Cares to Listen

By Andre Stevens

I’m a new york kid. there i was born and raised. outside on the block that’s where i spent most of my days, but now my vision’s in a haze. my mom said, what i’m going through is just a phase, but i know now that’s not the case.


Reminiscence

By Abigail Blick

There once was a man named Ed. Ed had a wife and three kids and worked at a very successful job. His life was perfect. But as time went on, his children grew up and went off on their own to form their own families, but soon Ed became a grandfather. And once again, life was perfect.


Our Beasts

By Erin Ashley

 It was quiet like it always was. Not dead quiet, you could still hear the waves and the insects. I sat on the beach, my hands clasped around my knees. I had buried the last of them in the cavern, then sealed it shut. Now it was just me.


Greiving

By Rachel Franklin

Silent torture works the best, As if one’s memories were weights, Weighing down the trudging steps Echoing as darkness waits.

Thoughts concealed to pass the test of time, So no mortal dared to dream Now come flooding in at midnight’s chime, Making your aching heart scream.


Death Changes Everything

By Sarah Jones

It’s hard to understand and agree with this quote, unless you’ve experienced a great loss. My friend, Paige Winters, died in a plane crash and it’s been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to deal with in my entire life.

Her death truly has changed everything.


I Wish

By Anonymous

I wish… I could run like an Olympian I could draw without restrictions I could dance like nobody is watching I could sing as pretty as a mockingbird I wish… I could be a world traveler I could walk outside with the perfect weather every day I could save all of the abandoned, abused, dying animals


Autumn Hearts excerpt

By Elizabeth Kelly

Silence is here again. No whispering trees Not even a howl from the wind. The river no longer laughs. The sounds of our happiness are gone, But I will never forget that bright autumn day


Losing Lila

By Jessica Sutter

It looked a bit like Lila, but it wasn’t Lila. I don’t know why people say that when someone dies they look like they’re sleeping. Her skin was dull grey and colder than ice. Her long body lay limp and heavy on the stainless steel table. Her clothes were dirty and rumpled.


Quiet Sighs

By Drew Wilson

Whenever I' m alone I miss you Wish I took that chance to kiss you I feel shattered and alone like a dog thats lost his bone  Remembering your laughing eyes my life is filled with quiet sighs Seasons may come and seasons may go it feels so much like yesterday though As I sink deep in dejection I


The Tigros

By Sophia Daniel

They are dangerous and frightening, Like a strike of lightning. You have to watch out, Because they can black you out. You try to hold back, Until the police come attack. Watch out they’re coming, Just like lightning is stunning. Can you make it through? So nothing happens to you? You can do it,


The Graveyard

By Jessa Boutte

she walks head bent against the cold and the weight of grief shoving her down

her black hair blows in the wind around her head i call out and she turns her green eyes searching for the dead that she can’t see