#lifedeath
I think about Death sometimes
He comes unannounced these days.
No prayers needed, no crushing pain.
Sometimes in the middle of a laugh or play
Sometimes in the middle of the night.
I don’t want to think about Death.
Not when laughing with cousins.
Not when reading works of Austen.
Yet when Past pulls Her thread--
No, no I shan’t turn my head.
Looking back has ****** my self,
And turned my heart to a pomegranate
Whose wounds pulse and bleed,
Not blood, but trails of wineapple seeds,
A trail which leads to the dead in me.
So Death finds me and my thoughts,
A red trail to the underbelly of my world
Hounding me midnight and morn
Pounding my head and leaving me torn
Over sorrows for which I never payed
Over paths which I shall never pave.
I don’t want to listen to Death
To his whispers about Life, His cousin.
She forgets you, He chimes in.
Always gifting others chances and attempts
Always letting others bury their hatchet.
But Death never thinks about me
At least, that’s what He claims
I’m the one here giving chase
When I let the scale beat me
When I let my knees give up beneath me
I’m the one calling Him, you see
When I lock the door, shut the curtains
When I shove everything into the closet.
Because Death never comes after a person,
Only beckons and whispers, “Come to me.”
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 2:52 AM UTC
It wasn't until after she had died That they opened up their eyes it was then that they realized who she really was inside While going through her things old letters and diamond rings she was no longer a mystery she became their history She had had so much to say if given the time of day They really had no clue of who they thought they knew She had a different life other than grandmother and wife She had hopes and she had dreams so much was unforeseen Pictures they had never seen of all the places she had been Stories they would never hear or what she had done there Letters written during the war from boyfriends she had before Scrapbooks of her past a lifetime gone by too fast With tears and memories They knew that she would be cherished in every way and in their hearts she would stay
Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 11:22 AM UTC
I could just hang in Dreamworld forever,
Abandon my duties:
Nothing has to matter in this heaven,
Lest we poison it and bring about hell.
My fragile mind rides dreamboats through dreamlakes,
And I pray it doesn’t:
Break,
Dreams are my safe haven which keeps me well.
See, unlike the real world, we can rest here,
Lie our hearts flat in line:
Pulsing,
Like a drowning drone that drains life on high.
And we’re walking on air year after year,
And no-one seems to mind:
Together,
We stand on skies; a silent choir of sighs.
‘Xcept I feel like I’m rising against time,
As in my mood’s rising:
So quickly that,
It feels as if I’m not truly growing.
All I could ever want, now within reach,
A job I love, to keep:
New love, a fam’ly,
All my million dollar desires I reap.
But as the clock counts and calls out seven,
I’m cast away from heaven:
And away from me does all my leaven
Vanish. Oh God, what a brute-full second.
God, just let me go back for a second.
Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 2:32 PM UTC
We never know, how, when our, in what way,
Every one will leave this life,
We are passing through today, A short stop over,
When you compare it to eternity,
Part of Gods plans, from the very first day.
Death, the one thing in this life
No one in the end, will survive.
Our soul inside, must go on another Journey,
Until it is perfect, in every way.
A reality check, that can stop us, in our tracks,
Any moment, on any day,
Each of us have, limited reservations,
We can not extend our visit, in any way.
One of life’s lessons,
A moment, we always remember,
Where we were, when the message, came,
Of A person we loved, passing away.
We turn away from our daily routine,
As if we are in a trance
Then we think of our self, our soul
Our we giving it, life, our best, trying to find,
Discover our purpose, why we were given this time.
We each have A soul, that sees,
Through our eye’s, then guides us, from inside.
There is A power we cannot control
We start feeling weak, the tears, begin to flow,
We can not make our selves cry,
Some day out with friends, having fun,
Do not hurt yourself, just stop try to cry.
Why will often appear, in our, mind,
Certain things we will never know,
During our time.
Take time away, from what you
Waste time doing, go visit,
Call, those people you think about,
Their, in your thoughts, for A reason, a way,
Every year, more people you know
Will become, A memory of, yesterday.
'
Tom Maxwell © 4/25/2021AD 3:30am
Apr 28, 2021
Apr 28, 2021 at 10:58 PM UTC
Across the horizon,
Beyond the sky,
Lies a world of desire,
Happiness and joy,
I promise my love,
We'll meet there,
Away from the cruel life,
We'll make our home there,
Laughing our lungs out,
We'll play hide and seek there,
Seeing the sunset,
We'll write our memoir there,
So what if this world,
Is small for our love,
My love,
Don't worry,
We'll make a universe of our own.
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 2:57 PM UTC
You've prob'ly heard it told before,
Of "Midas' Touch" in written lore
But what you prob'ly might not know's...
Of Midas' kin, "Sadim", his bro
While Midas' touch turned things to gold,
Sadim's hold would turn them old
Upon his touch, things would grow mould,
Or break apart like pummeled stone
Well, SADIM's MIDAS flipped right back,
his brother's white, and he's the black
his name suggests he turns things dim,
his presence's dark, foreboding grim
But mark you ye, they're needed both,
Sadim's death, and Midas' growth...
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 5:05 AM UTC
frail bones
barely
holding;
a past as rich,
as the future is poor.
still
everything holds
until.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 9:34 PM UTC
I sense her shadow
where I tread. Hear
the echo of her voice
through falling leaves
and wind's call. I now
remember her touch
in a myriad of dreams
and years reaching back
to other rooms where
the doors are closed.
I recall our time and
words and places we
went how gone never
to return nor be nor out
of memory feel. Those
rooms are empty now
and echoes fade into
silence and shadows
mingle with dusk and
are no more and stand
like one looking out sadly
from a lonely winter shore.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 3:28 PM UTC
atari games
when i was a teenager i had an atari games system
me and my mates played space invaders, pacman and river raid
competing to get the best score and be the best
it was a saturday afternoon in summer in the 80s
that's when it happened while we gamed away
we heard a huge bang and ran out of my mum's house
and down to the road for we knew it was bad
a crowd had gathered and oh ******* hell look!
a girl was lying still on the ground
was she dead?
but i only thought that later
we could see she was nice, too nice,
for all of her legs and **** was on display
as were her ******* and raised short skirt
and what of her face?
i knew she was pretty
there was blood on the ground
but we didn't see it till later
she was near a bus stop which was bent
was she waiting there when she was hit?
hit by the car that was halfway off the road
and equally thru the stone wall?
where was the driver?
the crowd said he'd fled the scene
over the fields and look,
there's tracks thru the grass
my mate's dad came to help the girl
her told his son to go to their house for a spoon
the girl was vomiting and it would **** her
soon his dad cleared the girl's mouth
so she could breath and he stayed by her side
while we watched from over the road
the ambulance soon came and took her away
and later still, the cops nicked the driver
he was drunk and driving and almost killed the girl
later still i learnt she made a full recovery
i wonder where she is now?
does she remember how close she came to death?
and what of the driver who hurt her?
this was 35 years ago and i remember it
like yesterday and the message it says:
don't drink and drive...
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC
*How much do you have to hate life,
to not be scared of death?*
- ThePoet
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't
Because I really am afraid
But life has only sharp things
Wonder if death is willing to trade...
Longing
...a splinter
Embedded in the recesses of my core
Nestled deep, this tiny thorn
The source of my disconcerting sore
Need
...a shard
That stabs itself deep
Extract it I will not
Think it's worth the keep
Miss
...a knife
With never a dull blade
Stabs itself right through
Pain that will never fade
Want
...a syringe
Injecting the good and bad
Side effects loom
Driving me quite mad
Love
...a stake
Rammed into my heart
It doubles me over
It rips me apart
Life
...a spike
Impaling without fail
Siphoning my soul
Through the holes in my mail
These are the few sharp things that I own
The only things I've learnt to savour
I've nurtured them large; now fully grown
Always wondered what death has got to offer...
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 7:38 AM UTC
She could die any day.
Just tip-toe away.
But what would they say?
They still say she's okay.
...They don't say "please stay."
They cry when good men die.
They cry when they are scared.
They cry all the time.
They cry here.
They cry there.
So why?
Why?
Why for her, they don't cry?
Here she will fly between fire and sky,
in an ocean
her only air being devotion.
Life&Death; her only notion.
Is it bad to wish for a potion?
A spell to make this spell go?
She may try so-,
but I just don't know.
Why?
Why?
Why can't they see?
The lost,
the falling,
she's calling
she gives them a sign,
she loses grasp of her life's line.
Why?
Why?
Why don't they cry?
Cry for her.
Care for her!
See her here!
Please..
one tear.
Suppress her deepest fear.
Her pain is not mere.
She WILL fall,
if there is no bridge,
between the buildings in her mind.
She WILL tumble,
down,
if no one holds her hand,
and she get's left behind.
Save her.
Savor her.
For like this she will not last.
Deprived of what she needs,
internally she bleeds.
Cry
for just one day.
Prove to her,
she will be okay.
Teach her,
how to no be alone.
Love her,
don't leave her on her own.
Cry
Don't lie to her.
Don't act so refined.
She knows those lies,
she isn't blind.
And for once,
just for once,
when her thoughts have intertwined,
I beg of you,
I plead of you,
no one leave her behind.
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC