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May 2023 · 1.0k
Personified
The Tinkerer May 2023
Calm personified,
Words resonating,
Bringing me into my own.

Empathy personified,
The joy, this belief,
We'll never walk alone.

Strength personified,
A Sequoia how mighty you've grown.

Trust personified,
Your presence within,
To have found a home

Care personified,
A hug that breeds warmth in my soul.


~You are~

Love personified,
Like no other,


I only hope you know.
Your love, your care, your soul does not go unnoticed. And sure as hell does not go unappreciated.

You are loved for you love.

Thank you.

~M.A.
Feb 2020 · 255
Family
The Tinkerer Feb 2020
This last Sunday I learned.
A lesson so long it has taken.
That some family don't stop with your first awaking.

Some family is earned.

Some family you ain't born with.
Some family more than an obligation.
Some family you gain with commitment, with dedication.

It don't matter the blood, time, name or location.
When this family been years in the making.
True this what I say, for the process be painstaking.

We've bonded with one another.
Bound by the love for the other,
The good, the bad,
The pain, the smiles we share 'em.
No matter our destination.
To a curious little girl I met near 3 years ago. You mean more to me than you would ever know.

- M
Dec 2019 · 206
Trees That Rise
The Tinkerer Dec 2019
You are infinity.
The stars, the moon, the sky.
Resilient, beautiful.
You are genuine.

You are the earth, the wind,
A river untamed.

A magnificent tree, reaching up to the skies.
Deeply rooted,
To the ground upon which you lie.
A shelter to those in need.
I thank you for all that you are,
I look forward to all that you will be.

Just want to wish, in my special way.
To you, a Happy Birthday.
Happy 20.

- O
Oct 2019 · 338
Next Up.
The Tinkerer Oct 2019
To fall in love.
To be kicked and tugged.
To picking up, and moving on.

To stepping forward.
To find courage, within this coward.
To letting go, of what's already gone.
To what's been said, and what's been done.

I take my hopes, and pack 'em.
Close the door, leave through the back an'
Don't turn round. We could see it crackin'.
To leave before it breaks,
Breaks my heart, but it feels like fate.
Tried to have faith, I made mistakes.

I guess that in the end, we took
What we could get, though there's
Still so many loose ends.
Looked for the closure,
I swear, felt it was getting closer.
Thought, we could make amends, make it better, make it to a better end.
I guess by now I've lost my friend.

Seems that now has turned to never.
So whatever. I tried my best.
I failed this test.

Shattered heart, I pick up the pieces.
Few more shards, and I'm back to being jus'
Who I am, who I'm at peace with.

I'd never be the same,
It won't be so seamless.
I look up, maybe one day I'll see
The one I need, my miracle seamstress.

For now, here I leave this.
From a broken heart, to broken trust. To building this friendship up, to realising, it washes a way, just like mud.

I take on the next day. Move on, move along. Take my heavy heart, my heavy mind. I'm alright. I'll be alright. This sadness will leave in time, if anything I've learned, it's that sadness is just like a tide.

- O. Glad you were once a part of my life. Thank you for what you've taught me.
Sep 2019 · 449
Like Magic
The Tinkerer Sep 2019
She's got an air about her.
Makes butterflies flutter.

She makes my heart stutter,
The world's her oyster.

Always, I'm with her
Rooting, in her corner.
I feel for her, forever.
Even if..
Never again, I'd see her.

Her presence, her might.
Subtle beauty, not withdrawn.
Majestic mind, this benevolent body,
Many a day, she is my Dawn.

An adventure..

Like magic.

Exciting, enticing.
A phenom, a danger.
Many a goal, may she achieve.
Incomparable, may she be.

She's always like magic, to me.
Uncertain of whether we'd be friends. Or we are anymore. I will care for you though. Always.
-O
Aug 2019 · 457
Tidal Waves
The Tinkerer Aug 2019
These feelings fall like tidal waves.
They're a beauty, so why do I suffocate?
Overwhelm me, I just can't escape,
It's dark, so here, I send up a flare.

It's hard, to keep my flair.
Buried within the world's glares.

I'm making me work,
A body, no head.
Pushing.
Might I have failed?
To accept I'm way too scared.

Letting my world down, myself.
After all I've done, all I've said.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't sad.
My dreams, I know they aren't dead,
In folds, they hid instead.

Don't know why this mount I can't climb.
God knows, for long I've tried.
Blown my integrity, I have no more pride.
I wish I could take this in my stride.

Down the barrel of this gun, I stare.
Not knowing where from here I fare.
No options, no allies.
I don't want this to be just a souvenir.

I'm tired, I'm drained.
These tidal waves,
Where do you take me?
Where?
Brought on through stress and the song Purge by bas.
Good name. After purging this here, my headache's subsided.
I'm able to breathe.
It's all still uncertain, come Monday, where I will be. But I need to see what I can do for all of this.
Just give me the options that may work, please. Show me a way.
I still love what I do, I've managed to just hit a wall I can't get through.
Jul 2019 · 310
Love For One
The Tinkerer Jul 2019
In the past,
I'd try to find
A way to love,
Give all the love, all I can,
To all who need, and all who want.

Looked in now,
Cause I've managed to fizzle out.
Burned through the faith,
Left ****** and bare.
Down on that love.
360, no love around.

Used to have all the love for some.
Now I have none for none.
Losses: One for One.

Thought I'd be good to medicate,
Thought I'd see it when I meditate.
Now I dig through all that lost faith, the heartbreak.

Fossilized in a place I so long vacated.
Make a stop on an abandoned station.
Pick it up, or recreate it.
Find what once was fun, was whole, was my day in the sun.

I gotta excavate from what I once separated.
That love for me I had long awaited,
Trip through hell, to see me elated.
Catch my breath and figure it again,

That love for one,
Get it back, For once, for all.
King of my throne, I will be reinstated.
I need to get away from what buried my self love and find myself.
On the path to reignite my emotional wealth.
Have to lean away from what killed my spirit, dried my well.
Jun 2019 · 541
Friend Like Family
The Tinkerer Jun 2019
Not in words,
Could it ever be seen.

Just how much,
You mean to me.

You show love,
Are loved,
Just know you're beloved.

Unconditional,
Unwavering, my fealty.

To see you win all,
Be a bad *****.
To see you succeed.

Though, haven't been here for long,
I plan to be, from here on.

Beyond a pleasure,
Always, it's been.

Grateful, I am such.
To know, such a queen.

Hope this isn't too much.

Just want to put this out though.
I hope you believe.

To me,
You a friend like family.
Just another of my intermittent ramblings.
Hard to come across people who mean more than you'd know but when you know, you know.

- M
Jun 2019 · 1.0k
The Outsider Pt. 2
The Tinkerer Jun 2019
I feel this deep fear in me,
Something I can't truly see.
Within me, it dwells. I truly believe.
Looking into the depths of the well,
A living hell, I see staring back at me.
That darkness is all I feel.

Nobody else, no one with me,
Fear claws its way from down deep,
Digs right into me.

I feel it, I wail,
I flow, I begin to well
I flail, I scream. So silent,
Nobody else can see.
Within me, I weep.

Keeping it hidden, happiness is forbidden.
Never am I forgiven.
The promised land, my vision.
A forever expedition.

To find what I seek,
To love, to believe.
To find a connection,
To find that remission,
Finally to be given.

I go it alone, I work through my woes.
The battle's done won,
The war leaves one ruined.

Make peace with the fact,
There is no connect,
Always be alone,
You are doomed, forlorn.

Live with it and die.
You are on the decline.

Know, you are yours,
Bonded with none.

Alone is your soul.
Weary, your mind.
Loneliness if my biggest fear. A connection is what I seek. With all, and with one.
Without it, I'll always find it hard to sleep.
May 2019 · 315
The Devil In Me
The Tinkerer May 2019
One said once,
That the empty mind is the rival of God.
At this point I want to believe that it's not.
Preoccupied. My mind, I'm paranoid.

A pit in me, depressed, my anxiety.
A million times I've been asked,
Can you read minds?
I wish now, I could say yes.

For the longest time,
It felt as her mind was moulded with mine.
For the longest time,
I felt I could keep the devil in line.

Now though, I stare him in the face,
I see his menacing smile.

Heat made home in my psyche.
He's shares my soul, he's right beside me.

He sees me write these lines.
Knows what I'm trying to find.
Exactly what I look for, he's managed to hide.

Forever, I thought my mind my strength,
What if, with his help, it becomes my demise?

Self doubt, respect. Rejection and unclear sight.
All these things I'm struggling with,
Though I continue to fight.

I fight because I know I must,
There seems to be no light,
Darkness within,
Has my flame finally found it's cold night?

Questions I can't answer.
Not now. Not today.

My hope is now, I know all that I've lost,
Remember, some time ago I lived without.
I am fighting depression and Anxiety. I do not intend to give up. This is a cathartic piece to help me vent my frustration and come to terms with my situation. Music and Meaning help me find my way through this tough time
May 2019 · 1.1k
Silence
The Tinkerer May 2019
Silence
For with you, not much more I need.

Silence
For me, you seamlessly read.

No *******. No beating about the bush.
No stories, your sixth sense tends to always know the truth.

A quiet love, a mutual respect.

Through Silence.*

I forever owe you a debt.
Even though, whenever we encounter each other there is an abundance of silence, I take it as a sign of immense comfort. A comfort I don't seem to find in nearly anyone else I have ever known.
I would like to believe that we were fated to be friends, and to you, I will always be fiercely loyal.
Thank you for showing me a quiet love. One I don't quite yet understand, but I appreciate nonetheless.

- O
Mar 2019 · 1.0k
Fierce.
The Tinkerer Mar 2019
Warmth
The energy of a million suns,
You are powerful, explosive, warm.
You are all of this and more, all at once.


Love
Your strength you resonate.
Acts of power and love.
You seem to supersede anger,
As easy as you mould them into one.


Depth
Beyond the weather,
Or the tea of the day.
A depth you carry with you.
With your word and what you say.


Defiance
To those who shame, diminish or hate.
Stand to them as you do, without fear,
With vehemence, a better world you create.


Resilience
You persist, be it for a moment, or for years.
All you can handle, and through it all you learn.
You overcome, you see it all through.
For this is what makes you resilient, strong.


Grace*
You handle pain, you handle love,
You manage again, pick yourself up,
If you ever you fall.
Take the reigns again, you handle it all.
You make it look easy as a hand in a glove.



Fierce as a phoenix in flight,
Fire in your eyes, with peace of mind.
As you've done before,
I wish to see you rise.
To live for yourself, the most fulfilling of lives.
For I hope you do know,
Your limits aren't even bounded by the sky.
This is corny, I know. But this is one way I really do know how to show my appreciation and love for who you are as a friend and as an individual.

You inspire.

- ITS (M)
Nov 2018 · 238
Reincarnation
The Tinkerer Nov 2018
From the word,
I've been away,
Creating rhymes,
Had taken a break.

A conversation, just yesterday,
Got me thinking
for the written word,
I still do crave.

To write about love,
To write about fear.
To write about life,
Or this field right here.

With every word I write,
I seem to remember,
The wall's not down,
Though the ladder is near.

Thought I'd grown up,
Left behind my poetic years.
Now I realise,
I stopped out of fear.

But all the while,
I was blessed with an ear.

For now  I can hear,
A rhyme within a smile,
Entire ballads in her eyes,
And the beauty of a tear.
This it the second poem of mine in the better part of a year. I just want to be able to write as eloquently as I used to about the many things that have been a major part of me in the last few months.

I have realised that this is one form of release. And it seems to work.
Thanks to the world.
Nov 2018 · 237
Gibberish
The Tinkerer Nov 2018
Broken, bent, beaten and burned.
Spirit weary, and my belief worn thin.

My mind turned,
What I now 'knew' I had to unlearn.
What I now felt, I had to upturn.

To fight the doubt,
To fight the fear,
Took a crack in the shell
For me to peer,
Within.

Realize
I needed real ties,
No half-truths, no fallacies,
No small talk,
No niceties.

I need you raw and real.
My strength is fear.

To face it together,
Win alongside eachother.

A need to learn,
The depths of the world.

Only then could I be me.
Post panic attack and anxiety facing situations. I have had a couple of days to think through all that I have gone through I now I am slowly realising why I am at this point in my life in this way. I hope to make and stick to the changes I know will make my life better.
The Tinkerer Jun 2017
All my life, I've been around some of the strongest of women.

True inspirations. All unique and incredible in their own way.

From a mother unafraid of a patriarchy to her mother, who treats age as just another logistic.

These past few months I was lucky to again, live among some of the strongest women I know.
Every day, intentionally or not, was a lesson to learn.

From them, this I learned:

*To live with grace and pride.
To love the the little things,
Always have wonder on my side.

From opening up, trusting a disruptive world.
To speak freely,
Yet always have a loving word.

To learn, to create.
To improvise,
And know that life's too short,
To refuse to compromise.

To care for all.
But care for the self just a tad bit more.

To make the most of a warm, sunny day,
Ride my bike a lot, if not everywhere.


To live fierce,
To love free.

And to apologize for being all you can be?

Never.


For this, I thank you.
For you, forever grateful.

To some of the strongest women I know.
It's been a wonderful learning experience, and for that I thank you. To more in the vast and unknown futures we've got ahead of us.
May 2017 · 1.3k
Speechless
The Tinkerer May 2017
Every night, I wish to write a ballad in your name.


Every day*, you leave me with, *not a word to say.
I don't know if it's writer's block or if it's just you leaving me speechless.But in you I find comfort.

In you I find peace.

- O
Apr 2017 · 259
Tonight I Learned:
The Tinkerer Apr 2017
A Poet's broken heart is like,
A Katana in a monk's arms.
A truth?
- O
Dec 2016 · 337
.Twenty Three.
The Tinkerer Dec 2016
Things have changed, to say the least.
A long time it's been,
Not many words did we speak.
Though something within me,
Something says,
Some things will never change.
The core of this,
It remains the same.

Separated by seas,
Even by time, as it may be.

I know, though, of yours,
Heart,mind, soul and all.
Are stronger than never before.
From seventeen to Twenty Three.
I'm glad to have been there for it all.

A beautiful inspiration
You will forever be.
Someone to look up to,
For others and for me.

Happy Birthday, Gol.
With another year older,
You get that much closer,
To the world being your very own.
G.
I know it's been long since I wrote to you,
but I just wish I was home to celebrate you. :)

This is an ode to all you are and
all you have the potential to be.
It isn't much, I know,
but I sincerely wish for you the world,
I want you to know that
your friendship is invaluable to me.

Happy Twenty Three, Gol. :)
Oct 2016 · 1.9k
Quiet Nights
The Tinkerer Oct 2016
Quiet nights remind me of your voice.
The silence cut ever so delicately.
Blades of whispers.
Whispers of sweet nothings.
What keeps the fire in this heart alight.

Quiet nights remind me of your eyes.
The glint of a beautiful moon.
The hope of a million galaxies,
Twinkling.
As darkness cowers.
Hides.

Quiet nights remind me of you.
All the little things that you would do.
And though half a world away you may be from me.
Though once in a blue moon, you I get to see.

Quiet nights like these.
Will always remind me of you.

*Emily
Clear, crisp, beautiful warm night with the moon up high and the stars out playing with the fires in our hearts.
These nights remind me of you.
It's been 84 days and counting.
Far from me you may be, but too far you will never be. :)

Happy birthday you strong, beautiful young lady..
May all that's good be yours and all you wish be true someday. :)
Sep 2016 · 490
_POWERFUL_
The Tinkerer Sep 2016
Powerful women attract me.
Not because of how they look,
But because of the fire in their eyes.
Because they stand up for what's right.
Powerful women are what the world needs.

Capable, willful, fearless
In the eyes of the immorality, they contest.

Beautiful, these women stand strong.
Not for doing no wrong.
Not for pretty eyes or silky hair, flowing long.

Beautiful are they because they stay.
Unwavered by society's foul array
Of misdeeds and Man's greed.

If only the world, their beauty could see.

As I see.

Those graceful gladiators.
Fighting, with subtle pride, with unsurpassed bravery.
Fighting to save what's left of humanity.
The other day, I watched a goddess at work, strong as any force of nature, maybe even stronger.
This is an ode to all those beautiful goddesses who have the power to save the world.
Jul 2016 · 323
Fly.
The Tinkerer Jul 2016
Tonight, as the clouds cry,
The thunder cracks,
And lightning lights up the sky.

A little writer begins to write.
He writes for peace of mind.
He writes a piece of his mind.

This, a feeling so pure.
Parting with a part of his soul.
Strewn, shards on a piece of paper.
So alone, at ease, he's compelled to compose.
Compose the ideas of life
And all of life's lies.
To tell the world,
Not to abide.
To tell the world,
Look that ***** straight in her eye.
Say **** it, and give her a smirk and

*Fly.
A night when creativity visits a writer is a day when a piece of his work feels complete in its own terms. This was one of those days. When the flow did not hesitate, when I was unable to suppress, I just went on. I wanted to tell the world that the things that stop you from achieving and striving for greatness, they do not necessarily have to dictate your life. The only hard part is beginning.
Jul 2016 · 8.7k
Cotton Clouds
The Tinkerer Jul 2016
Cotton clouds,
Chariots of the moon.

Carry with them my love.
From me
|
*to you.
Jul 2016 · 388
Echoes
The Tinkerer Jul 2016
The echoes carry on.
Voices blaring into the night.
Ricocheting into the depths of an open mind.
Stark, the silence.
Memories rush. So violent.
Echoes, all that remain.
The echoes shall never fade.
Memories bright as day.

Heavy heart, loose smile.
We carry on, pave our way through life.
Echoes reverberate through space and time.
Of friendships lasting a lifetime.
There's a marked and undeniably somber fog that's crawled over our home in the last few days. This fog might clear quickly for some, it might linger longer for a few, but it shall fade with time. And as most memories in life, the good shall be etched into the halls of our minds. A reminder of a home we all once shared.
I'm glad to have known each and every one of you and cherish the bonds we've made.


Whānau.
Jun 2016 · 477
M
The Tinkerer Jun 2016
M
Passionate as a poet's lines
Resilient as the sea, her tides.
Strong as a mountain's side.
As Athena's owl, you're wise.
You take life in your stride.


Graceful as rhythm in time.
Beautiful as any given sunrise.

You are,

*The personification of sunshine.
Words are a mere confinement to all that you are.

Free, strong, smart, independent, playful, gentle, graceful, fun, beautiful.
I could go on, but all I would like you to know is that I'm glad I know you, and I'm thankful for the experiences we've shared.
May 2016 · 838
Sway
The Tinkerer May 2016
You feel the music flow through you,
Losing to the tune, you begin to move..
Nothing matters, you're in the groove.

People might say it's a waste of time.
They have no idea of this peace of mind.
A graceful art, dancing to music in time.
Invokes the body, rejuvenates the mind.

Care naught what people might say.
So long as in dance, you find a way,
For love and life to be embraced.

So long as sorrow it does erase,
So long as it keeps a smile on your face,
Do as you do, *sway as you sway..
Do what you love, then nobody's ever got the right to stop you doing what you do. Do what you love, so life is so easy this way.
The Tinkerer May 2016
Sleep is not my friend tonight.
For tonight holds with it all my fears.
The howling of a hurting heart.
The darkness engulfs all that I hold dear.
And from this darkness,
Once rolled empty tears.

It seeps right through the bone.
Once again I feel it.
That cold that grips the soul.
This torment, it is not new, it is not old.

Sleep is not my friend tonight,
For the greater good. Because I should.
I must push it all off a ledge.
Till all that's felt is nothingness.
I am the rock that needs to be, as the sea collapses on me.
May 2016 · 681
Emerald Eyes
The Tinkerer May 2016
Many a time, it's often been said
Look into the eyes,
A soul can be read.
In your eyes though,
So gently displayed
So much more than a soul,
An entire world, there lay.

A tint of blue, and a hint of grey.
Within those emerald eyes,
Innocence and mischief play..

Watch them,
The little messages they give away,
Messages of passion and beauty,
Of power and grace.

Those little gems, embedded on a goddess' face.
Those little gems, they glint and glimmer.

With the life of a spirit.
Every color, and every shade
As open as the ocean,
I'm lost at sea with your gaze.
Not many have the immutable goodness in them like you do. We haven't known each other for too long, but I'd like to say that you're everything that is worth admiring and more. This one's an ode to you, Em. :)
Apr 2016 · 612
The Poet's Alibi
The Tinkerer Apr 2016
Some days may be better,
Some days worse,
This maybe why I write the written verse.

Some people might be trust worthy,
Some may only lie,
This maybe what gets my rhymes to mind.

Every single moment I witness pass away,
Has with it emotion that almost bursts before it fades.

This is life as I see it through my eyes.
Is this the life of a poet, this is my alibi.
Feb 2016 · 2.6k
The Outsider:
The Tinkerer Feb 2016
Trudging along.
Out, about, always around.
Always within.
Yet somehow without.

The Outsider.
Forever he is around.
Eternally quenching a thirst
Eternal is his drought.

The Outsider.
A part of many,
Apart from the many
He's forever found
Wherever, whenever.
Forever forgettable as the ground.

The Outsider.
Present as day when he's about.
When gone he's an echo.
An echo of a distant,
Long forgotten sound.
I've always lived a somewhat nomadic life. Moved around cities and schools, made loads of friends, lost so many more. I am soon moving, beginning a new chapter in my life. The first time in nearly a decade, and I'd forgotten how it felt to leave. I'd forgotten how easy and how fragile such human dynamics can be. I've never had long lasting friendships. I'm uncertain I will have many from the stay I've had. The frustration that built up in me, from my insecurities, from my fear of losing the people I consider closest to me, I've finally been able to vent. Not as romantic, not a happy ending, not something to lift the spirits, this. But a reflection of the chaos I've only just begun to understand again.

I may not be lucky. Though I know I am blessed.
The Tinkerer Dec 2015
Is it true?
Is it true that those who contemplate Life,
Find it seemingly easier to cope with Death?
Is it just that we, some of us,
We who might find it hard
Dealing with the Physics and Chemistry, or even the Math of this world
Is it that we who Philosophize the idea of life itself.
Do we seem to be at peace with the workings of the world?
Or is it that we all find the logic in this chaos?

Do we find our peace with Life, Death, and Everything in Between?
A friend lost someone close. Reminded me of a time when I was young and lost someone close to me as well.
Nov 2015 · 905
Untitled
The Tinkerer Nov 2015
That day, the last day I met her. She
told me something I Will always remember. She told me,
"We might Never meet again, never see each other,
But it'll be okay, time will allow us to Forget, we'll move on to live
beautiful lives, You and I. Full of newer memories, newer joys.
So, for the last time, My Love
- Adieu."
Removing the clutter,
The life of a hidden love.
Nov 2015 · 444
Home
The Tinkerer Nov 2015
Home's where the heart is.
It's where sorrow passes by.
And where joy always finds its way.

For some, it's where the world is.
For some, it's where the world ends.
Over time though, I've learned.
It's no place any map can trace.

Home is the nights we've spent.
Contemplating our lives.
The jokes we make,
The things we do on a dime.
The laughs, the tears, and that beautiful smile.
Where words are never words,
Where a single look is a million years.
Home, is my pillar.
My fountain of youth.
Home is where anything can be truth.

Home is always just in view.
Home is me, when I'm with you.
G.
Home, That's where you're most at ease.
Thank you.
Nov 2015 · 987
This Room Is A Woman
The Tinkerer Nov 2015
This Room Is a Woman,

The bed, seducing me.
Reducing me.

This room is a woman,
Her Skin, it shimmers.
The Walls,  they whisper.

They inject in me regret,
These Devouring memories.

This Room Was My Woman.
From it,  *I could Never Leave..
To every man who's been tormented by the demons of his mistakes, who repents and who regrets. I raise a toast. To the fallen. To the falling, and to those who've never really broken through to a better tomorrow.

The torture the past lays upon those who lament over a love gone wrong, or lost is unfathomable.

This is my how I imagine perceiving this.
Oct 2015 · 788
What Is Love?
The Tinkerer Oct 2015
What is love?

What is love, you ask?
Here, let me tell you what I know.
There are these times,
These times in our oh so busy lives.

Usually, they occur in the wee hours of the night.
When all is done, and all is quiet.

You begin to comprehend the futility of life.
This is when you break down.
When you lose Hope's light.

At these moments,
A person comes to mind.
Their very existence, in a mystical way
Helps you regain your sight.

Helps you push on, through the nights.

That, my friend is love.
When all is lost, and you're losing your mind.

It's what urges you.
To reignite Hope's light.
I always wondered how we can explain to one what it might be to love someone. There are a  million and one ways that people can recite to you, about how it is, what it feels like, but here's one way I 'd imagine it to be, and I thought I might share it. You know you're in love when you see them as a path to a better destination, a better you, a better place.
You'd know if you've been there.
You'll know when comes along.
Oct 2015 · 828
The Merchant Of Death
The Tinkerer Oct 2015
They call him,
The Merchant of Death.
He wanders the earth eternal
Searching, His men to find.

They call him,
The Merchant of Death.
By his side, a record..
Of every man whose time has come by.

Clearing it, he shifts.
Clip after clip
Never leaving a man behind.

It is said, every bullet has a name,
A name on it's head.
The target, through which it shall fly.

They call him,
The Merchant Of Death,
For on each bullet,
The name .. *He signs.
War. When one truly knows what one man can do to another man.
When one truly believes in heaven and hell,
When on believes that the reaper shall come.
Oct 2015 · 2.1k
The Mistress Of The Mist
The Tinkerer Oct 2015
You are The Mistress of the Mist

As you arrive,
The Raindrops fall.
As if confetti, celebrations
From the land, the heavens, from all.

You are The Mistress Of The Mist.

And as you depart,
The skies fall apart.
The torrent flows.
As the world drowns in sorrow.

You are The Mistress Of The Mist.*

The Mistress Of Our Hearts.
G.
As long as I've known you, you've been the best you can be.
You've made so many happy.
You really do have something special.
I'd like to think that the world knows that as well.
You are who you are. You are unique.
Oct 2015 · 1.4k
Day: 534
The Tinkerer Oct 2015
Day 534

Waking up to a bright sun
But the day's bleak.

Hundreds around me.
I feel so alone.

We've heard news.
The boy who washed ashore.
It's gathered the masses.

Help is coming, we hear.
Help is coming. We Hope.

Tired, bent, we trudge,
Broken, *not yet.

But before long.

Forced from our homes
We bear on.
For it's all we can do
All we can do
Till help comes along

Day 534.

I want this to end.
**Please. Find me a home.
The Syrian civil war has affected millions of innocent people.
Millions dead. Millions displaced. and Billions in shock.
The cruelty and insanity is being witnessed by the world.
Some of the worst days in Human History are upon us.

This is when the world must stand and help.
If not for the sake of helping a country in need.
At least for the sake of humanity and hope.
The war might not end soon.
But must the suffering take the same course?
Sep 2015 · 2.6k
Unconditional
The Tinkerer Sep 2015
Unconditional

I have my heart on my sleeve.
But you've got it on a leash.

The rhythms playing in my untamed soul.
You strum them out,
So beautiful,
The echoes.

I live to see the light each day.
Unknown to me though,
You are my light.
You illuminate my way.

Unconditional.
Now I know.
The love I have for you is real

Unconditional.*
That love, **that love which I feel.
G.
It isn't perfect. it isn't appealing, but it's from a place i rarely stray unto.
Sep 2015 · 383
Love
The Tinkerer Sep 2015
Your* existence
Means the existence of sin.
You seem to make the world
Dance to your every whim.
You are the sun, the moon, the earth
And the stars.
You are the one,
For whom bloom the flowers.
You are the reason
For countless empires to fall.
You are, Love**.
You reign over all.
I was just wondering. Seems appropriate.

G.
Aug 2015 · 451
Imagine
The Tinkerer Aug 2015
Only a touch,
Sent me reeling.
Imagine a kiss.
I'll be defeated.
Her.
Aug 2015 · 782
The Canary, Her Cage
The Tinkerer Aug 2015
The canary, in her cage,
Tomorrow she leaves, flying far away.
.
.
.
.
.
.
The canary, she's scared.
She's sad, and she wants back in again
Homesickness. A terrible thing. Especially if it's unexpected.
My heart goes to you, Canary.
Aug 2015 · 1.2k
~Auroral~
The Tinkerer Aug 2015
The gray days pass
On and on, one after the other.
If you're looking for color.
You're in the wrong place
There is none here.
We're all just sitting here. Waiting.
We're just here,
The destitute, forsaken scoundrels.
We're here waiting.
Waiting for something *Auroral
I needed to try my hand on something new.
Needed express something.
Aug 2015 · 642
And Then, She Was Gone
The Tinkerer Aug 2015
She* came in like a storm.
She broke the norm, She didn't conform.
She made the dying world,
More alive than ever, it was.
And then, as swiftly as She came,
She was gone.
She Came. She Loved. She Conquered. She's Gone.
Aug 2015 · 472
Worn
The Tinkerer Aug 2015
From the struggles, you retreat
Once strong, you faced them,
Now the fear, it breaks you
Makes you weak.
This weakness, it torments.
Tearing you, Tearing your very BEING

Once a warrior,
You'd take the challenge,
Lived on the wire.

Now though, you cower.
When the challenge comes around,
You'll only hide, run for safety, for cover.

It was a good run.
The future's bleak though,
At the twilight of your life,
The battle's worn you down.
All you look forward to now,
Is the tranquility brought,
By the *Eternal Night
Well, this morphed form something in my head, to the letters you read. The end of life itself is like the end of a battle. You're tired, you'd rather not fight another minute. And you're waiting for when you can finally lay to rest.
Jul 2015 · 3.2k
Legacy
The Tinkerer Jul 2015
Once lost,
Never regained.
Once lost,
Overwhelming, the pain.
Passed on,
He's passed away.
Never forgot,
Never forgotten, the name.
Never lost,
The visions, the claims.
Never lost,
Your Legacy remains.
Your Legacy, we celebrate.

The man who moved a nation,
With the courage of the heart, and
*The might of the mind.
To Dr. A.P.J Abdul Kalam.
From one of the 1.8 billion proud Indians.
May your soul rest well, may your light shine on.
Jul 2015 · 2.0k
•Love At First Sight•
The Tinkerer Jul 2015
You see, that one woman,
She catches the eye.
On a busy day, you'll see her.
It's love at first sight.

Her locks, HER LOCKS
They flow like the night's sky
Her beauty, an elixir.

Like a fairy she struts.
So carefree, her stride.
Her eyes, they confine you,
So pure, **** near divine.

She walked by,
A shattered world in her wake,
She walked by,
Any man's heart she could take.

She walked by,
And *it was love at first sight.
Have you ever been winded by beauty? Beauty of a kind you never really expect till it hits you and you've lost all sense of the world and you would want to stay, and just immerse yourself into that moment of pure ecstacy?

I think I have
Jul 2015 · 924
Nautilus.
The Tinkerer Jul 2015
Nautilus
The knot in us.
Unknown,
It's grown,
In the darkness
Never seen, till in need.
The *
Nautilus sleeps.

In times of turmoil,
Of doubt and pain.
That's when the
Nautilus,
Earns its name.
When called forth
The
Nautilus roars,
It ascends to the fore.

Of *courage
over *fear,
Strength over pain,
The Nautilus breaks clear
The sufferer's aid.

It puts to end,
The chaos, the carnage.
Replaced with,
Experience's  wisdom
And the patience of age.
Weeks of confusion and doubt, and I've come out better with a fragile, but new perspective on where i want my life to lead. It's been tough, it's been tiring, but I've made it through. I've capped the name Nautilus for that something inside us that pushes us to be.. legendary.
Jun 2015 · 1.6k
Cotton Skies
The Tinkerer Jun 2015
I look up,
To the cotton skies*
They Beckon me.
To a land, far away
With gleeful people
A land of prosperity.

I look up,
To the cotton skies
.
They beckon me.
Away from the sorrow,
Far from turmoil
I wish to flee.

I look up,
To the cotton skies

I get some clarity.
This turmoil is home,
Gaiety, the enemy.

I look up,
To the cotton skies

One thought in mind.
This is my life.
My life in the cotton fields.
Child labour, Slavery. Never.
Jun 2015 · 628
The Storm
The Tinkerer Jun 2015
T'was like any other day,
He had no clue.
The blow he'd take.
It was built, minute by minute.
Word by word.
The Storm
That destroyed his world.

A storm's a brewing
Isn't that what is said?
The calm before the storm,
That's what was felt.
He should have known.
He should've seen.
The conflict now,
Was previously concealed.

The conflict within
The sorrow, the grief.
The sorrow he hoped,
Never again he would feel.
Never again he would grieve

Little did he know,
This could never be.

*Fixed, unfixed, the pain..
Like a wound,
Of mind, body and soul
Forever shall it bleed.
She was hurt by something I said. I was destroyed by her being upset.
May 2015 · 5.4k
The Barrel Of The Gun
The Tinkerer May 2015
The seconds, hours
The world in a shroud.
There's no where to run
All one does is cower.

The days go by
Dead men deny
An elaborate lie,
Till the day that they die.

Hope trickles away
Just as blood,
From each corpse that lay
Red runs wild
Wild like the fires at night.

There is no solitude here,
Once, free men, now fear
When their world is run
Under The Barrel of The **Gun.
A military coup. A world in turmoil, the gun is the most vicious ruler to ever come to rise in the history of the human race.
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