Coffin, coufin, one for the dead, one for the newly born, same word, one life, opposite ends. Funny, isn’t it, how one word can contain us from birth to death.
Taddy
coffin of doom and gloom. wake up, you’re not dead yet, you are just dreaming. live, now
TCW
Not again. I couldn’t bear it. How could… The thought made me want to punch a hole in the side of the guy’s head who did this to my love, who lay still, cold, dead to the world, in her satin lined coffin.
Kathleen
As i peered inside the empty grave, I saw the remains of my dear Pa and I weeped bitterly at this. I miss him so. Goodbye.
Katy
I could hardly look at her face. Every time I tried, memories welled in my mind, and flooded over into tears. I just couldn’t believe she was gone – I turned away from her coffin, and hurried out of the room.
A Orchard
coffin?
alone..
at peace?
buried alive?
alone..
Lissaah
oh my god a coffin, satin lining, fermaldihyde cologne, the stink of death and decay, the end of one life, closing of a door, the opening of another. could it be brighter? simply different. too bad for all the luxury of that simple box, wouldn’t it be better to be placed directly in the dirt?
Jer
vampires lie in wait to test my agility in their coffin but they are no match for me. I have my wooden spear and my cross to protect me. I shall soon have my revenge.
michelle
satin in a coffin by modest mouse, completely love that song – are you dead or are you sleeping? God I sure hope you are dead. Fantastic singer too, love this voice…also vampires, count dracula: “I want, to suck, your blood.” teehee
Anna
i don’t feel well. i think i’m coughing up a fit. haha. play on words. no the death of the man who seeks all is wrapped up in a world of torment and destruction. He seals himself in the confines of a man-made box and buries himself to where he sees fit–beneath the ground. Surrounded by the space of heaven and hell. No escape. No escape at all…
Kit Kat
Once there was a time where everybody lived in little tiny coffins. The only way they could get inside their coffins was to drink. What they would drink was a sort of “Alice and Wonderland” drink. It tasted horrible, but it was the only way they could go home. Going home was an awful mess, because sometimes the liquid would mess their molecules until they scrambled, and then went back together.
Alyssa
coffin dodgers rule
andythrobber
It does seem like such a strange tradition, trying to preserve something that is gone and then burying it. Strange
Megan
Empty abyss, locking souls in where they thought there would be a savior. Killing the promise of revelation.
Stephanie
I can feel the darkness surrounding me. I can sense the heavy weight of the earth pressing down. compressing and compacting the soil that had been dug up only a day before. I am six feet under, and am as dead as the nails that hold this coffin together. What use is Mahogany in the afterlife? Or this italian suit I would have never worn when I was alive? Why do relative never consider the downsides of burying their beloveds… Because I am dead, but I am still stuck here, under the earth, until the end of time.
K.A.T.E
death, zane, deer coffin, sad, lonely, dead, grave, tombstone, never forget, missing them,
maria
A coffin is where the dead take their final resting place. Men, woman and children have all seen the insides of Satan’s bed. I call it satan’s bed because death is a satanic ritual in the sense that god never meant for us to die.
sweetlovelydeath
My mother picked out her coffin 10 years before she died. She thought it would spare the family the burden of picking one out for her. She was probably right, it just made me sad.
Dave
I may be in one if I have to have a root canal, because we have no insurance and it would just be easier on my family if they didn’t have to pay two grand to get my mouth fixed. It would also make me feel a little less guilty, but I would regret dying before going to college or doing hard drugs. Just kidding I wouldn’t regret either, actually.
Sarah
why did i get teh word coffin? i have to drive home today in a thunderstorm and that isn’t a very good omen. Seriously. Couldn’t have I gotten “love” or “happy”? No. Coffin. Fabulous.
Steph
I stared at the coffin. Mrs. Florence, my step-grandmas mother was a dismal green. She glowed in the dark. Or would if it were dark. Grandma patted her old wedding gown and talked about how beautiful her mother was.
Was.
I stared at the sickly green body.
Sickly.
I think I’m gonna be sick.
I run into the hallway.
Megan
Coffins make me sad. They hold deceased people. When I see coffins, they remind me of my relatives that died. I hate coffins
Adele
And when I die I shall know the stars.
From my coffin my fingers shall know the feel of the dirt,
My tongue the taste of the earth.
With my death, I will know life and love.
Temes Libelle Marlin
When I die, they will bury me in a coffin. My soul won’t be in the coffin, only a human body. Cold and Lonely. Everyday when I wake up, I pray that I use my body in the best way so that when it ends up in a coffin, my soul ends up in heaven.
cdjh
She just lay there. It was quite a shock to the system. I knew she was dead, but standing there, watching her, it was so awful. She look
Rosie
“Why is it so dark?”
I had opened my eyes, yet I could not see.
I remembered I had a lighter in my pocket, so I pulled it out and made a light.
All around me was a strange off-white fabric covering what seemed to be the inner walls of a small box.
I felt like I was in a cocoon; I was encased in this object.
I didn’t know where I was, but suddenly, I started to have an idea of what I was inside.
Jason Poblete
She shrieked and withered in pain, turning a deadly pale as the vampire dug into her skin and then sunk back into the coffin. She felt herself thirsting for the blood of humans, she could sniff better than she could before. She was a vampire.
Courtney
everyone’s gonna die one day
plaidy
I slept in the coffin, fearing the light that might be outside. I had never woken before without the watchman’s knock. Where was he? Is he okay? I should have had at least two watchmen, a family of them.
R. Garrett Wilson
The rain patters down softly on the black umbrellas and the freshly dug earth.
There is no sound discernible as the coffin is lowered into the depths of blackness, swallowed forever.
Myst
Vampires, i bet everyone is writing about vampires because vampires are everywhere in pop-culture these days… I miss the good old days where people would get together and make hypothetical plans for the zombie apocalypse. The walking dead, mindless killing machines, replaced by aristocratic diamond skinned, preteen-loving vamps.
These are sad times that we live in.
Y
These walls are –
plastic
metal
polyester.
The smell in the air is of old coffee and sweat.
And yet all I can see is a looming enclosure of pine – and all I can taste are bloody clods of dirt in my mouth.
As I work my way into my coffin.
Emma
death is scary nbut romantic when you feel that you’re trapped helpless but also darkness is curious isn’t it? i didn’t know that i had that abberation did you well theres lots of things we dont talk about, probably nfor good reason you know what i mean, you don’t oh welll you you how IT GOES
George
Coffins are really…depressing, to say the least. Well, at least to me. Some people aren’t scared of death, but I am, even though I believe something will occur after I leave this Earth.
My life will end, but my soul won’t. Coffins will show me that there will be more than just the materials of this planet…I hope.
Carlos
I won’t like to be put into a coffin after I die. I find the whole idea very bothersome. I would rather just be sit on fire and my ashes done with whatever anyone I know wants to do with them. I will be gone so what do I care. I will be gone.
Margo
Nails.
Pine box.
Splinters.
Just cremate me.
Place my ashes someplace quiet. Nice.
V
Placed in an upright state he could hardly be said to be dead. During the daylight hours he never stirred for he was truly a creature of the night. And though his nocturnal habits could never be truly satiated, his survival was something to relish.
Bibo
i like coffins theyre cool vampires live in them and so do zombies and mummies i love them cuz hearses carry them around and stuff they are made of stuff and another wordd forthem is sarcofficus
Mike
Coffins are strange things. People spend hours making them, only for them to be buried and never seen again. Is there really much point in buying an elaborate coffin when it’ll just rot in the ground?
Bethan
I can’t imagine being in one — so enclosed and dark, and lined with synthetic material. I’d prefer to be cremated. And picking one out for loved ones seems awful, too — how could you choose a box to cram your dead mother’s body into for all of eternity? It’s just gruesome. I love Six Feet Under.
Coffin, coufin, one for the dead, one for the newly born, same word, one life, opposite ends. Funny, isn’t it, how one word can contain us from birth to death.
coffin of doom and gloom. wake up, you’re not dead yet, you are just dreaming. live, now
Not again. I couldn’t bear it. How could… The thought made me want to punch a hole in the side of the guy’s head who did this to my love, who lay still, cold, dead to the world, in her satin lined coffin.
As i peered inside the empty grave, I saw the remains of my dear Pa and I weeped bitterly at this. I miss him so. Goodbye.
I could hardly look at her face. Every time I tried, memories welled in my mind, and flooded over into tears. I just couldn’t believe she was gone – I turned away from her coffin, and hurried out of the room.
coffin?
alone..
at peace?
buried alive?
alone..
oh my god a coffin, satin lining, fermaldihyde cologne, the stink of death and decay, the end of one life, closing of a door, the opening of another. could it be brighter? simply different. too bad for all the luxury of that simple box, wouldn’t it be better to be placed directly in the dirt?
vampires lie in wait to test my agility in their coffin but they are no match for me. I have my wooden spear and my cross to protect me. I shall soon have my revenge.
satin in a coffin by modest mouse, completely love that song – are you dead or are you sleeping? God I sure hope you are dead. Fantastic singer too, love this voice…also vampires, count dracula: “I want, to suck, your blood.” teehee
i don’t feel well. i think i’m coughing up a fit. haha. play on words. no the death of the man who seeks all is wrapped up in a world of torment and destruction. He seals himself in the confines of a man-made box and buries himself to where he sees fit–beneath the ground. Surrounded by the space of heaven and hell. No escape. No escape at all…
Once there was a time where everybody lived in little tiny coffins. The only way they could get inside their coffins was to drink. What they would drink was a sort of “Alice and Wonderland” drink. It tasted horrible, but it was the only way they could go home. Going home was an awful mess, because sometimes the liquid would mess their molecules until they scrambled, and then went back together.
coffin dodgers rule
It does seem like such a strange tradition, trying to preserve something that is gone and then burying it. Strange
Empty abyss, locking souls in where they thought there would be a savior. Killing the promise of revelation.
I can feel the darkness surrounding me. I can sense the heavy weight of the earth pressing down. compressing and compacting the soil that had been dug up only a day before. I am six feet under, and am as dead as the nails that hold this coffin together. What use is Mahogany in the afterlife? Or this italian suit I would have never worn when I was alive? Why do relative never consider the downsides of burying their beloveds… Because I am dead, but I am still stuck here, under the earth, until the end of time.
death, zane, deer coffin, sad, lonely, dead, grave, tombstone, never forget, missing them,
A coffin is where the dead take their final resting place. Men, woman and children have all seen the insides of Satan’s bed. I call it satan’s bed because death is a satanic ritual in the sense that god never meant for us to die.
My mother picked out her coffin 10 years before she died. She thought it would spare the family the burden of picking one out for her. She was probably right, it just made me sad.
I may be in one if I have to have a root canal, because we have no insurance and it would just be easier on my family if they didn’t have to pay two grand to get my mouth fixed. It would also make me feel a little less guilty, but I would regret dying before going to college or doing hard drugs. Just kidding I wouldn’t regret either, actually.
why did i get teh word coffin? i have to drive home today in a thunderstorm and that isn’t a very good omen. Seriously. Couldn’t have I gotten “love” or “happy”? No. Coffin. Fabulous.
I stared at the coffin. Mrs. Florence, my step-grandmas mother was a dismal green. She glowed in the dark. Or would if it were dark. Grandma patted her old wedding gown and talked about how beautiful her mother was.
Was.
I stared at the sickly green body.
Sickly.
I think I’m gonna be sick.
I run into the hallway.
Coffins make me sad. They hold deceased people. When I see coffins, they remind me of my relatives that died. I hate coffins
And when I die I shall know the stars.
From my coffin my fingers shall know the feel of the dirt,
My tongue the taste of the earth.
With my death, I will know life and love.
When I die, they will bury me in a coffin. My soul won’t be in the coffin, only a human body. Cold and Lonely. Everyday when I wake up, I pray that I use my body in the best way so that when it ends up in a coffin, my soul ends up in heaven.
She just lay there. It was quite a shock to the system. I knew she was dead, but standing there, watching her, it was so awful. She look
“Why is it so dark?”
I had opened my eyes, yet I could not see.
I remembered I had a lighter in my pocket, so I pulled it out and made a light.
All around me was a strange off-white fabric covering what seemed to be the inner walls of a small box.
I felt like I was in a cocoon; I was encased in this object.
I didn’t know where I was, but suddenly, I started to have an idea of what I was inside.
She shrieked and withered in pain, turning a deadly pale as the vampire dug into her skin and then sunk back into the coffin. She felt herself thirsting for the blood of humans, she could sniff better than she could before. She was a vampire.
everyone’s gonna die one day
I slept in the coffin, fearing the light that might be outside. I had never woken before without the watchman’s knock. Where was he? Is he okay? I should have had at least two watchmen, a family of them.
The rain patters down softly on the black umbrellas and the freshly dug earth.
There is no sound discernible as the coffin is lowered into the depths of blackness, swallowed forever.
Vampires, i bet everyone is writing about vampires because vampires are everywhere in pop-culture these days… I miss the good old days where people would get together and make hypothetical plans for the zombie apocalypse. The walking dead, mindless killing machines, replaced by aristocratic diamond skinned, preteen-loving vamps.
These are sad times that we live in.
These walls are –
plastic
metal
polyester.
The smell in the air is of old coffee and sweat.
And yet all I can see is a looming enclosure of pine – and all I can taste are bloody clods of dirt in my mouth.
As I work my way into my coffin.
death is scary nbut romantic when you feel that you’re trapped helpless but also darkness is curious isn’t it? i didn’t know that i had that abberation did you well theres lots of things we dont talk about, probably nfor good reason you know what i mean, you don’t oh welll you you how IT GOES
Coffins are really…depressing, to say the least. Well, at least to me. Some people aren’t scared of death, but I am, even though I believe something will occur after I leave this Earth.
My life will end, but my soul won’t. Coffins will show me that there will be more than just the materials of this planet…I hope.
I won’t like to be put into a coffin after I die. I find the whole idea very bothersome. I would rather just be sit on fire and my ashes done with whatever anyone I know wants to do with them. I will be gone so what do I care. I will be gone.
Nails.
Pine box.
Splinters.
Just cremate me.
Place my ashes someplace quiet. Nice.
Placed in an upright state he could hardly be said to be dead. During the daylight hours he never stirred for he was truly a creature of the night. And though his nocturnal habits could never be truly satiated, his survival was something to relish.
i like coffins theyre cool vampires live in them and so do zombies and mummies i love them cuz hearses carry them around and stuff they are made of stuff and another wordd forthem is sarcofficus
Coffins are strange things. People spend hours making them, only for them to be buried and never seen again. Is there really much point in buying an elaborate coffin when it’ll just rot in the ground?
I can’t imagine being in one — so enclosed and dark, and lined with synthetic material. I’d prefer to be cremated. And picking one out for loved ones seems awful, too — how could you choose a box to cram your dead mother’s body into for all of eternity? It’s just gruesome. I love Six Feet Under.