#parted
in each shattered fragment
of time
we are forced apart
there is nothing of me
that does not cry out
for everything of you
Sep 12, 2022
Sep 12, 2022 at 11:35 PM UTC
meet me by the sunset tree
meet me at the lonely sea
meet me now and meet me then
meet me soon and yet again
meet me while the music plays
meet me through the brightest days
meet me with a broken rose
meet me where the water flows
meet me neath a weeping moon
meet me past a tarnished noon
meet me on my lowest tide
meet me even if I lied
meet me when the tale is told
meet me as the wind grows cold
meet me in the sullen chill
meet me if you love me still
Mar 20, 2022
Mar 20, 2022 at 1:01 AM UTC
Our times were great until we parted. I just hope I left you better than when we started.
The Devil's work.
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 6:16 AM UTC
Parting your lips...
Is like touching a trigger.
Your words are your bullets,
Your body's the figure.
If aimed at correctly, you could win a dinner.
The better the aiming, your prizes get bigger.
An attractive body can make bullets potent.
You have the choice to make the day sweet or poignant.
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 6:56 PM UTC
She said She doesn't wanna talk
I waited for her to look back
I tried convincing her
She showed me her middle finger
I only ask you not to go blind on hatred
Be kind though we got parted
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 1:26 AM UTC
I'm standing on top of the world,
staring down at the millions of lives,
Wondering....
Where do you play out your life?
Do you feel the universe move beneath you?
And if at night, do you reach out for me,
looking at the stars and dreaming
of the love and limitless possibilities
that could pass between us in this world.
Like breathing lungs.
Like beating hearts.
Like whispering lips,
sharing untold secrets.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 8:08 AM UTC
Folded gently like
the hidden memory
of her smile,
Her parted lips
in silence
said more than
spoken breath.
words and foto T Carroll
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
-Life-
Was the cruellest of gifts It gave us
Hope, but it is a coin tossed too often,
For within moments
Breath,
Beats,
Blood
Coursing through this vessel
To keep it upright, motions of every fibre
Never one without the other. But breath is
Fleeting, one stops then another moments
Now becoming less time life now evicted stops.
-Reaper-
That exhalation that signalled the end, taken
From you, stolen by this hand of bone
And kept like a trinket, something
That he has held to many times,
Lost,
Forgotten,
Dammed
Ones who he misplaced in that darkened place.
He was just one of the keepers charged with
But the flow from their to here. but all
Things have a purpose and so
This existence now claimed by another.
-Soul Keeper-
Was the cleaner of what was before,
Life's distractions, deaths fingerprints,
Where cleansed from this orb of
Thought,
Conciseness,
Essence
Of what was, two shades spiral,
One white one like a smear, some where
More of one, never one purest
Pearl or charcoal . There was always a
Hint of light or dark in every orb held.
-Scales Of Judgement-
We are weighted not by the flesh or the bone,
As they are nothing once the soul is gone
Life,
Death,
Rebirth,
Are the ever moving cogs, but some
Are broken to be put in a place
Where the broken things
Live,
Rot,
Decay,
In that place never to be reborn, this is
There end place of limbos playground.
All are judged on the scales showing
the aura of there lifes deeds
Be they heaven worthy or to the pit
There moments burn, but some are
To far gone, and in limbo they stay.
The scales are the defining moment of four stages
Life,
Death,
Energy,
Judgment
On this final journey, are you worthy, to be
In the light or darkness, to be reborn or
To the nether place of broken toys.
Live your life, but remember judgement
Is only three steps from life away.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC