Old Poetry

Time

Tick Tock Tick Tock,
Quickly ticks the clock.
A day whips by,
Then another does fly.
From youth to maid,
My path was laid.
Now time slows,
And a warm breeze blows.
I look back at life,
Always friend, lover, mother, wife.
Every breath taken for others,
Be it friends, family or lovers.
When will I take a breath for me,
When my ashes are scattered at sea?
The time must be now,
Although I am unsure how.
Guess we shall see,
What my new life will be.

© 2006 Carol “Pixie” Brearley
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One Night

The morning sun breaks through the dark,
As it slowly crests over the mountains.
Quietly you slip from my arms,
And slide into your clothes, intent to steal away.
You take one last look to remember me,
Then of you go, just another day.

The click of the door wakes me,
My bedding so cold and empty.
I look around but there is nothing to see,
As you have taken all your things away.
Was it all just a dream I wonder,
Were you never really here at all?
Did I imagine your soft caresses,
Your warm body sliding against mine?

Slowly I move from my bed,
Moving to the dresser I see a box.
Slowly I lift it, opening it slightly,
Inside a silver chain and faery charm lies.
No note,
A trinket,
A silent tear.

Gone in a flutter,
Gone in a flash.
A night to remember,
A night to forget.

© 2006 Carol “Pixie” Brearley
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I HAD A DREAM

I had a dream I was walking on the beach, all alone by the moonlight.

The sky was clear and the stars twinkled like thousands of fireflies.

A voice whispered in my ear on the breeze.

I turned, but no one was there.

Again, the voice speaks so softly I can barely hear it.

Whispering back, “I know you…”

I feel the warmth of my tears, as they slowly glide down my cheeks.

Finally, I understand what she is saying…

My heart tears open, yet again.

Slowly I fall to my knees in the sand.

Down I crumble, into a ball, sobbing heavily as I did fifteen years before.

I scream out “WHY!”

In the distance a dog howls, but no other answer.

A warm breeze caresses my cheek, as she whispers her final good-bye.

© 2007 Carol “Pixie” Brearley

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A Darker Side

Trouble’s brewing,
Anger stewing,
Fury renewing,
White is losing.

A darker side,
A lonely ride,
Sanity slides,
Hatred arise.

Dark,

Cold,

Hatful,
Old.

© 2007 Carol “Pixie” Brearley

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Hateful

Hurtful,
Angry,
Treacherous,

Evil,

Furious,

Unrelenting,

Lonely.

© 2007 Carol “Pixie” Brearley

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Love is

Love is the light,
That guides the soul.
It brings you up,
From the darkest hole.
It gives you meaning,
When all was lost.
It brings you hope,
When you feel alone.

© 2007 Carol “Pixie” Brearley

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I am light

you are dark

I will fight

you give up

I will try

you say why

Let me cry.

© 2010 Carol “Pixie” Brearley

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Emptiness inside

Fighting the sadness I cry

With false smiles I lie

© 2010 Carol “Pixie” Brearley

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Drowning out the sorrow

Every breath in pain

Again I start the day

Today I hurt again

How will I be the same

© 2010 Carol “Pixie” Brearley

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Poem - The Attic

As the attic walls close in around her,
She frantically searches for a chain.
When finally found she pulls,
But no light rescues her from darkness.
The young child finds the corner,
And cries herself to sleep.
During the night,
To a sound she awakes.
Bolting upright she screams,
Finding herself still in her chamber.
Unable to see the walls of her cell,
She wishes for someone to save her.
All alone she was locked away,
For what crime he did not say.
The truth be told,
There was no crime.
Only an old man's insanity,
And a young mothers fears.
So alone in darkness she sits crying,
And alone she shall cry through the years.
© 1995 "Pixie" Brearley

Poem - Reunited

Shattered glass,
Broken dreams.
River of tears.
Empty and alone.
Lost in a maze,
Walls falling around me.
Darkness and the pain is gone.
A hand,
I reach out.
The darkness fades,
A familiar face.
She came to guide me,
Far from here.
The light,
So bright.
Her laugh,
A smile.
So long apart,
Now together.
Forever.
© 1994 Carol "Pixie" Brearley

Poem - Saying Goodbye

I sit atop this hill my friend,
Watching the clouds pass me by.
My eyes grow dark from the tears they shed,
For we had not even said goodbye.

Your life was taken so many years ago,
But the pain still sits here inside.
And I cry each day that slowly goes by,
Whispering and wondering why.

I remember the day I heard the news,
It was cold even for a summer’s eve.
My heart refused to believe what I heard,
But the tear came so hard and freely.
© 2005 Carol “Pixie” Brearley

Now my heart won’t mend,
For I can’t seem to let you go.
You were my truest friend,
And now you are gone.

I often find myself upon this hill,
Especially when the days are cold.
I wrap my arms around my knees,
And I sit here and slowly grow old.
© 2005 Carol “Pixie” Brearley

Poem - Alone

Alone…
I am all alone.
Nobody can hear my screams.
No one to hold me near.
No one to dry my tears.

Tears…
Burning down my cheeks,
Streams of liquid fire.

Fire…
Burning deep within my soul.
The pain ripping through me.
Tearing like a knife.

A knife…
Thrust into my heart.
Twisted, turning.
Shredding what I am.

Trying to resist.
Forced to feel.
No emotions.
No desire.
No love.
No pain.
No more.
© 2005 Carol “Pixie” Brearley