Sad poem

WARNING!!!!!! YOU MIGHT FIND THIS KIND OF SAD!!!!!!


You look so peaceful lying there
With your hands folded upon your chest.
You look like you are sleeping
But you are at eternal rest.

For now I am without you.
When someone passes on
It does not mean they are gone,
Though they are no longer with us
Their memory still lives on.
It hurts so much to lose a friend -
Especially one that is trustworthy and kind.
You were that friend,
A rare and special find.
You will always be with me
In spirit and in mind.
Forever until the end of time.
I will not say "Good-bye".
This is not the end.
So I will just say, "So long..."
Until we meet again.

So Long For Now,
Dear friend of mine
Now your heart is gone but,
Your soul shall live on.

Heart Broken

It’s around noon the sun is just right up in the sky. There in a white house a girl sits on her bed with a pen in her hand. With the pen lightly touching the paper a swift move is made and then more and finally it says “ You are so stupid you now he will never be with you yet u keep trying and trying just give up” and as she writes every word a tear falls from her eyes. As the tear is falling it hits the paper and a few more tears after that. As the tears fall u see her get up and grab a rope and throws it out here window. And as she throws one end out she ties the other to her bed. There as she ties one end to the bed she reaches down to grab the end out the window. She grabs the rope and pulls it up then she ties it around her neck and jumps. A few days later her parents find her hanging off the side of the house with the rope around her neck they have been gone for two days. As they see her they drop everything and comes running. The run up stair after stair till they got to her they pulled it in but by the time they got there it was too late she had died. As her parents look around to see why she did this they see the journal. The mother picks it up and reads “To my loving family I know you are sad right now and don’t understand why I did this but I had to I was falling for my best friends boy friend and I knew that I could never love anyone else it is hard to see why I did this but I knew if I were to see them together again I would die so to my dear family it is not your fault I love u guys so much”. The mother drops the book and cry’s she doesn’t understand why her daughter would do this. So there on June 6, 1896 a young girl dies from what was suicide not because she wanted to die but because she couldn’t bear not to be loved by the person she was in love with. The next day a funeral was held and there on her grave laid roses but out of all of the flowers one stud out because on that day he was there and place her favorite flower a lily with a card on it saying for you my love I have loved you always I just didn’t know how to show you. The next day the boy was at home and hung himself to and on his bed said “I know you guys are sad but I have realized that I to loved her, and now that she is gone there is no point of me on this earth so I did what I had to do to be with her”. I love you. Three weeks later there was funeral for him to but there on his grave laid a flower that said “I love u to”. But no one could figure out how it was from till they saw the note on it that said I love you forever and always Elena, everyone was shocked they couldn’t believe it.

Who am I??

My first Name is: James
I was born in:Cody, Wyoming
My date of birth is: January 28, 1912
The date i died: August 11, 1956
The materials i use is: canavas, paint, sticks, and brushes
The art work i creat is: paintings
The movement of art i do is: Abstract expressonism which is where you created at that did not follow what was exceptiable for art
In my opinion i believe that abstract impressionism is free and exspresive.
Five intertesting peices about me is: I met my wife in a group of art impresionism, my work also came to the attention of Peggy Guggenheim the wealthy New York heiress. Also i created my paintings in a barn,Last all of the colors i used reflected how i felt.
One quote i said was:"Every good painter paints what he is."
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