My arms are your refuge
My kisses will wash away your troubles
Come lay with me and leave the world behind
Replenish yourself in my bosom
Return to the new day armored with Love.
© Tina Thompson 2012
For my young princes,
don't start your searches in a swamp:
toads kissed and coddled are still toads,
broken mirrors draped with silk are still broken,
the knife sticky with love is still a knife
sorry, so sorry, my sons
but a story you love is still a story
don't ask me for magic books,
maps to the underworld,
a talking horse
a broken girl is still a girl,
also still broken;
sorry about the locks
they won't magically open
Long days spent gazing out the window.
"We'll have plenty of time to talk,
It is basically summer."
If we'd only known then
How short summer is.
The days slipped by.
Words unsaid,
Left with
Pain.
Life is so boring
Myself is a suck
But then you came
And now I'm back
You gave the life to me
You gave me light so I can see
You are my everything
You are my sun and moon
You gave me everything
My everything
Everyday is so wonderful
Now that you're here with me
Everyday I'm so thankful
For being here beside me.
Here you are again knocking on my door
Asking me again to love you once more
Here you are again begging on my knees
Telling me your sorry and you can't set me free.
Don't you know it's so hard to tell you those words
Don't you know it feels bad, it makes my whole world collide.
I was choke when I told you
I love you no more and go
I was trembled as you walk through
when all I ever want is to love you.
I'm sorry my darling can't you see
I'm the most hurt can't you feel
I don't know what to do
I don't have a choice but to let you go.
a guy sits here
hair a twist
no ordinary man
but a case
whatever prefix fits
he knows no limitations
seeks no thrill but fear
holds no memory dear
brains grasp simply too frail
such a broken outside
and gargoyles pier
however
he tranquilizes them
anytime someone comes near
yet the people abstain still
no shame, no cheer
they simply cannot see what purity
he has in his crypt
intimidated
severe
so let us move forward and glaze over the thick
move towards the misery which anguishes him
nonsense is sensical, whimsy at best
rational is of logic and dreary
detest
fingering and thumbing
he frantically does his best
pulls his hair out
pulls his hair out
closed fist
punches chest
"where is she
where is her
name i cannot confess
for it escapes me...
not because
but rather-"
due to his distress
he stopped and sighed
violence
cried
broke down
then bled
red from his eyes
i want her
the sad one
shy
hurt inside
abused, accursed
diseased but undisguised
she'll love me
she will
there's nothing there to hide
she'll make me forget myself
sing or dance or
romanticize
"i want her...
a baby's friend
the neighbor's newborn daughter
the baby friend that came over
as an infant, i saw her
i kept the same heart
but its been through a lot
and now its done with slaughter
i kept the same heart
its growing apart
i need the neighbor's daughter"
it seems as though convinced
he truly had the heart of a newborn
ambivalent
knowing no complexity
purely hurt or comfort
either way's a shoulder
diamond or dirt
seemed to be bipolar
so he seeks the same
not the opposite
that would be a shame
because no one else can relate
to someone who feels the world
has turned its back on fate
he seeks out this girl
overlooking
all the beasts in his way
with evil colors they mask their face
appear to appeal, they may
but he knows better
their defenses fragile
they attract a plethora
to which they expose
like a sinister rose
the black rock in frame
the black rock so hard
shapely carved
to which its "blacksmith"
inscribes no name
a black heart
he sighs
which holds no light
might as well not exist
I did not go to school today
Because I was not feeling well
The cure is in a drug
That pharmacies do not sell
I did not go to school today
My mind needed a little tweak
I am a strong man
Yet so lost, lonely and, weak
I wallow in my bed
Staring at the ceiling
Sorting out my head
Wallowing in this sick feeling
I did not go to school today
Because I was not feeling well
Tomorrow I’ll put a smile back on my face
And no one will ever be able to tell
Like a river runs
Rushing, raging, flowing fast
Two souls merge as one
Between the tears there is...laughter
Between the tears there are...smiles
Between the tears there is...sunshine
Between the tears there is...life
But the tears are where he is and where my heart will always be.
He brought me 76 roses
One for each sunrise we’ve seen
The snow falling
Not in unique patterns
But awkward clumps
But I like them that way
They seem more real
And with him
I hoped everything was real
He brought me to an art gallery
Where we carefully took notes
And then shared our thoughts
On this painting and that
Joking at our intellectuality
And he bought me a poster
Of Dali’s Persistence of Memory
And an ebony frame
Which he helped me put up
Onto my wall
Above my bed
So I could see it each day
As the flowers bloomed
Outside
In August was the beach
Where we held hands
Perfectly sculpted for one another
And watched waves roll by
Not a word exchanged
No need for it
Our scents mixing
Into the smell I now call
Love
He took me on a picnic
In the middle of October
We sat under the stars
While the trees carefully
Cried tears of leaves
On us
Entwining us
Bonding us into one
Winter came once more
Lights dangling on front doors
And that night
He took me to a café
And we sat until 2am
Reading our novels
Though it was hard to concentrate
So instead we ordered
Cappuccinos
And talked the night away
About nothing and everything
While snow fell
Not in unique patterns
But awkward clumps
But I like them that way
They seem more real
And with him
I hoped everything was real
