Lady Gaga was found dead near a nightclub.

How can something I love so much bring me so much misery.

Loving memories…

When somebody elses news is too close to the bone.

Developing realization of impending death.

Drought, death, birth, renewal.

In bed one night Jung was thinking about the funeral he had attended the day before. Suddenly he had a vision: his dead friend was standing at the foot of his head, looking down at him.

The end is coming…

There once was a little girl…

A poem made of 66 (very suggestive) verses with random number of rhymes.