#carved
crown jewels
a poets wreath
stripped of words
letting silence speak
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 6:54 AM UTC
The stone was grey, the prophet worn,
Between the oath and crown of thorn.
He did not curse, he did not shout,
He knew what law was all about.
It loves the robe, the seal, the chair,
The scripted oath, the powdered hair.
It weighs the ink, ignores the bruise,
Counts the rules
but not the ruse.
Blindfold tied with threads of gold,
It worships precedent grown old.
It feeds on fear, on stamped decree,
But starves the root of equity.
The widow weeps in silent rooms,
Her truth dismissed in legal tombs.
The liar smiles
articulate,
Well-trained in posture, well-taught fate.
And justice, bound in polished chains,
Pretends she does not hear the pains.
For law is not a beating heart
It is a theatre of art.
And those who master mask and tone
Can turn a lie to cornerstone.
Yet somewhere in the marrow deep,
A quieter judgment does not sleep.
No wig, no bench, no scripted plea
But scales that tilt by what must be.
Not what was filed.
Not what was said.
But what was done
And who has bled.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 12:27 AM UTC
Take my life and mold and shape
Take all that I am and recreate
You made me in your image
When you carved me in your hand
You know my inmost being
Loved before time began
Carefully made with such love and care
No craftsman on earth can compare
To take something and give it
New purpose, new life, new identity
To look within and set a spirit free
It is the gift of a precious chosen few
And so, it is why I sing this song for you
The wood rejoices and it sings
It even dances for the master
It takes on a life all its own
Speak to my soul in purest tone
Bless us with the song of the carpenter
With hands both rough and tender
With eyes to see what may lie hidden
With patience for the hours ahead
With humble heart that's spirit led
May all we do and think and say
Lead to the life the truth and way
Nov 2, 2024
Nov 2, 2024 at 10:05 PM UTC
This story will forever be carved in the inscription of eternity
Our love story
In the frame of togetherness that we have carved for almost 7 years
Now we will display it
In the wall of time of our life journey
And let it be eternal
Although the carving is never truly finished
At least it will be
A solace for us when crossing the corridor of memories when we are upset and thirsty through the harshness of life
"This is my love story of October 2, 2017 till September 16, 2024"
Sep 20, 2024
Sep 20, 2024 at 12:33 AM UTC
A pack of cigarettes in hand
Smokes burned one by one
Smudges stain top of nightstand
Blinds shut to block the glaring sun
Holes worn through T-shirt
High-tops laced tight
Welcome mat encrusted in dirt
Dimly-lit room depressing sight
You are expert deceiver
Exactly like father
So long I've been a believer
Start wondering why I bother
Trying to tame restless feet
Directions walked previously unknown
Pressured to presume defeat
Surrender and let roam
I complain about insights I uncover
Problems too heavy to hold
Compulsive liar yet my lover
Think your excuses are growing old
Quick to clamber to conclusions
Can admit that much is true
You fill our house with illusions
A haze so thick I can't view through
You're straying from path I'm on
Desperate to save our love from getting sick
Play games with my head and string me along
Enjoying the agony you inflict
Your soul beautiful yet wild
Voice is music to my ears
Have done anything for you to smile
Guess now that means my presence disappears
Never next to you was I able to see straight
Adoration rendered me blind
Now I'm alone my vision returns too late
Answers revealed I was too afraid to find
Five in the morning
Can't sleep
Tormented memories
Stories told in time until I lose track
Moments perfectly carved in mind pester and tease
I yearn for the universe I'll never get back
Aug 5, 2024
Aug 5, 2024 at 12:33 AM UTC
~
*Here I am;
Guessing and
Playing games with my hands,
As my feelings spill out
In front of me.
Carved my skin
A little thin
From my heart to my hands.
Then my nails dug in
A little deep.
Here I am;
In the sand,
Playing games with my hands,
As my feelings make patterns
On the ground.*
~
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 1:31 PM UTC
The night was ours and we shared with the ones who craved.
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 2:59 PM UTC
Our names carved,
With a rusty penknife,
Into the bark of a random tree;
Just words on paper, really,
From me to you; and you to me.
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 3:27 AM UTC
if you would only look at my heart
you would see that your initials are carved deep inside
and im etching away at my heart trying to remove the marks you have left on me
but it seems to be too late
they wont etch away
and my heart will be forever branded with your name
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 6:58 PM UTC
said you craved the touch of my hands,
yet your body's carved by others'.
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 2:03 PM UTC
Could we lay side by side in silence like the letters carved on wood by lovers.
Can we for a moment be lines drawn, symbols of a moment once shared.
T.Enocho
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 3:08 PM UTC
Over time you'd carved out space.
Your current eroding my toughest stone.
Gutting me for all to see.
For so long I'd forgotten what it was like to be without you,
But you put up dams and barriers, diverting your water;
and now, Colorado, you've dried up.
Sometimes it'd rain and I thought that you might return.
After so much time together we became synonymous.
How would I exist without you?
Now I know.
You may have cut deep into me.
Leaving your mark for all to see.
They still come for me, even when you're gone,
To look upon my beautiful layers and vibrant colors.
The pit you whittled out is vast but you could never fill what was.
I'm left with nothing but the dry, harsh heat.
Don't come back to this canyon.
There's no room.
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 7:08 PM UTC
Your tongue like a knife
carved into me,
digging deeper and deeper
with every jab.
Taking the most important pieces,
my heart, my lungs, my mind,
holding them for ransom
until there was nothing left for me to give,
you had my everything.
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 10:28 AM UTC
Would you love me?
If I was a storm so strong my name would be carved into history
Would you love me?
If I was fire that burned your home as I was called a calamity
Would you love me?
If I was a plague so deadly that could endanger and **** all of humanity
“Would you love me?” She asked bearing the final question.
“No” He replied. “I’ll love you even more”
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 9:31 AM UTC
Your smile, your messages,
your voice, your jokes, your cares,
Everything, will I remember them all.
I may forget your face, but not the memories
that I've carved into my soul,
Until the time our line crosses again.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 9:50 PM UTC
its been written
its been written in the stars
its been written in the scars
its been written in the hearts
its been written in the souls
its been written in the minds
its been written in our eyes
its been written on our arms
its been burned
its been carved
its been written, and it is permanent
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC