M Life is like poetry. Each moment, a verse; each breath, a line. It is in the pauses, the spaces between the words, that we find meaning and depth. 17 followers / 2.1k words
It’s just an old heart I forgot was there anymore A heart I stopped looking for A heart I didn’t know i care about anymore Old heart rediscovered Once judged by its cover An old me, an old heart, new again —Timothy Charles Carter
Are you waiting in vain Are you waiting all the same Are you waiting for someone to come Are you waiting for someone to rescue you from what you’ve become Does it matter anyway You will remain the you that you became They will love or not love you all the same No one here to blame Your life will end the same as it began….Alone —Timothy Charles Carter
The hope in our eyes lit up As the words from our mouths left For our written words freed our imagination and creativity to originality of thought and inspirational expression from spirits of nature —Timothy Charles Carter
Time doesn’t move slow If you were a butterfly you’d know Chase the glow Inspiration Gentle melody Flow Cognition Ephemeral beauty Know Transient light Moon lit night Carry it home Inside and outside of time Catching leaves on the wind As i go Sacred moments Hope ergo The deeper i get The further i go Depths unknown Abyssal inspiration Like melodies flow Our days here are limited By how many we do not know Unlimited inspiration flows Depth of mind Peace in spirit Lovely soul Time is an ocean that is free to move upon its own tide The coming and the going always aligned Truth without knowing Reflecting endless skies —Timothy Charles Carter
The shadows come at night They make everything feel alright Who hasn’t ever stopped to think You can hide away and shrink Into depths unknown By yourself all alone Time ceases to exist Your own eternal bliss Nothing seems quite the same Something magical you can trace Solidarity with the night Like a blanket Now it’s all ok You never have to be afraid Something i can see A cosmic journey from the start It tears apart your heart Something different something new —Timothy Charles Carter
Time doesn’t move slow If you were a butterfly you’d know Chase the glow Inspiration Gentle melody Flow Cognition Ephemeral beauty Know Transient light Moon lit night Carry it home —Timothy Charles Carter