Life

It's a mystery

Around 2am!
Murmuring sounds
Ears are busy locating
From the roof occurs faintly.

Opened eyes
Found a lady crawling
Like a lizard, rotating head
Bright bluish red eyes staring.

Heart pumped heavily
Laid down in bed like dead man
She was staring and crawling
Through the wall and roof murmuring.

She might not be an angel from heaven
She might not be a vampire sucking blood
She jumped on to bed, laughing
Splitting his soul into tiny pieces.

He floats over the bed
Seeing his dead body, worthless
Staring up towards the roof
Learning how worthless life is!

Floating through air
Searching a body healthy
Craving to live one more life
To see her once more.


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Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

And I often ponder reincarnation...and think it is quite possible we have more than one life.
Not sure if I want to hover over someone's bed...but who knows....might be kind of fun to put the fear of God into certain people, just to get them back for transgressions.
This was a nice timeout in my day, thanks....
j.

[Arundass TP]

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[ETERNITY]

Hello Arundass TP and good morning!
This writing caught my eye as I was signing off and I went through the drudgery of my long-a*s password..lol...
I believe THIS is a trist, an affair which tears him to pieces.
Have a great day, friend! Thanks for posting! I love it!

[Arundass TP]

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[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

What a read
Fantastic
I loved it

[Arundass TP]

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[Neville]

you are right about it being a mystery my friend .. somethings are better for being a mystery .. there are things in life and in death that should at least in my opinion remain so for always .. an intriguing poem from you today .. kind regards, Neville

[Arundass TP]

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[Thomas W Case]

Superb work, my friend. Excellent.

[Arundass TP]

Thanks for reviewing friend

[John the Baptist]

She splits his soul into pieces and he wants to see her again? He's better off dead.

[Arundass TP]

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[emmajoygreen]

This is both inspiring and yet, tenative.. choice by or from your thought and emotion.

'She might not be an angel from heaven
She might not be a vampire sucking blood
She jumped on to bed, laughing
Splitting his soul into tiny pieces.'

Love enduring, remaining, has become even more by spreading self about and within your life because, that is what love does. Isn't it?

' Floating through air
Searching a body healthy
Craving to live one more life
To see her once more.'

Love inevitably remembers both sickness and heath but so very often, is the laughter, the smiles.. that warmth, that comes to mind via photos and a bar of music or.. or.. or.. Could that, might that be a form
or reincarnation as being what it left behind..

Perhaps we need to consider reincarnation as at least plausible. Do we know the truth of it or - is it a delusion or vague possibility? Perhaps we can or could think of every stage of life being a time for correction. re-evaluation, etc.. and maybe, voluntarily better and make lasting - our core image?

[Arundass TP]

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[A.H.]

it's mystery all the way - the start to end of poem, captivating read, almost scary and chill to bone though as I read through it. i like the descriptions, so vivid like images are now dancing before my eyes. thanks for writing and sharing, TP.

[Arundass TP]

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[Soren]

Passionate, and powerful nicely written with strong images

[Arundass TP]

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[MCS]

The stuff of nightmares handled in a way the keeps the reader fixated right to the end. Well, done my talented friend.

[Arundass TP]

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[schlanks]

Using something as drastic as reincarnation to express the lengths you would go to for someone you maybe shouldn't is very clever. A very imaginative angle made even more fun to explore by your ever unique voice.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊