Toni Lane

Toni Lane Apr 2020

is this clarity
or hormones?
how awful
i cannot tell the difference

is that even fair?

the body i am meant
to love
to trust
to protect

can't even tell me
the truth

sometimes existing can be confusing

#truth #fear #freeform #love #trust #protect

Toni Lane Apr 2020

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an arrow through the ears
straight shot
an indian killing the voracious
white man
the disastrous white man
who ***** **** up
and calls people by
the wrong *******
country

white people kind of ruin things...sorry

Toni Lane Apr 2020

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the pond is shallow
the water is murky

i can't see my reflection
the water keeps its ripples
because every time i see
my face i want to
cry loudly because i am
just as thin as water
just as shapeless and unassuming

the water is murky

because my shoes are muddy
and i keep kicking up

rocks

it's been a long time since I posted something. I've been through a lot, I suppose.

#sad #water #doubt #freeform

Toni Lane Dec 2018

Maybe A Haiku or Two

you are dangerous
even with fake memories
the hope never died

petals will drown me
in the comfort of their scent
I trust nothing else

can you hold me once?
it does not need your feelings
just let me touch you

in the dim light here
I can imagine your lips
staining all my skin

aching and waiting
we flourish only to die
that's no life for me

These kinda relate to my last relationship, sorta doesn't. It's all feely and junk, mostly desperation which is not a fun thing.

#haiku #feelings #emotions #junk #idk

Aug 2018

Thomas P Owens Sr

I've yet to write

I've yet to write of the child in me
that kept you close
and made you smile
I've yet to write of the terror in me
that held life and death
on a precariously short leash
I've yet to write of my love for you
though draining and awkward
was the love meant for this soul
take me to where the light
follows the waves to my feet
as she settles in
behind the horizon
and I will write my final words
at dusk
in the hours that remain
in the moments I have saved
in the grace of the setting Sun

9/2007 - slightly revised

Toni Lane Aug 2018

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the meadow calls
in many forms

the pages
of these books

the subtle cry
of piano keys

the tears from my eyes
as I remember
who I miss

???? gonna edit later????

#willeditlater #dumbstuff

Toni Lane Aug 2018

Coping Mechanism

the floor
is not as
steady
as it used to be

An old and boring poem I wrote many moons ago (maybe like a few weeks ago?)