sunday afternoon, the
sun seemed lazy for a
show. my neighbours
son and daughter,
smiling ear to ear,
the boys sister glows
in her brothers
thoughtfulness, he
runs for the frisbee
which we throw, for
her to hold the disc,
their giggles feel like
their own dialogue,
“you will never be alone.”
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 2:58 PM UTC
in the quiet, moonlight
bares witness to the
chaos of my silence.
truths that echo, a
gruesome yet muted
violence.
where are you, your
absence left no maps,
why do i feel blinded.
where to with the good
news, the madness, the
setbacks, tell me why
it all feels one sided.
Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 4:56 PM UTC
it is noon by the river, i
clench onto the soil and
grass, an odd angle but
i keep my balance. blinded
by the shimmers, the
romance between the
sunshine and the gentle
ripples remind me of
yesteryears, a younger
me flicking through
the channels. i
somehow yearn
for those early misty
mornings, my grandma
was yet to have basins,
young spirited cousins
spitting minty toothpaste
onto granny’s green garden,
she didn’t mind. today, the
littlest cousin, speaks with
this exact freedom. the
humour of a child cares little
about perception, or what is
right, shame in being corrected,
the importance of keeping in line,
i wonder if she will ever feel as
free as she feels telling her aunt
that she looks chubby, i ponder
about my own life, if i’d connect
with that sense of liberty,
dancing with my body of water,
without a care of the eyes.
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 6:53 PM UTC
time rests as though
he knew we yearned for it
he holds his breath
as our moments shared
felt beautifully lucid,
oh, we can only wonder
what it would have meant
if we allowed more of it.
-t.m
Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 4:30 PM UTC
a glimmer of who you are, sunlit shimmer
held in your glance,
the softness in your whispers
each word planted mirrors
together, witnessing what needed to wither
bearing what was yet to leather
blinded by the friction
between today and forever
that which we shed,
unable to withstand together
the alluded tragedies of those we met,
who left the brutal parodies of the ends
we prayed that we’d never encounter again
the slow actualities we despise,
but find comfort in, that is,
we feared the warmth that we stumbled in
-t.m
Oct 26, 2024
Oct 26, 2024 at 6:57 PM UTC
come closer as
we weep together
undoing echoes,
the waves of joy,
aching for love
we could not
weather.
-t.m
Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 7:21 PM UTC
jusqu'ici tout va bien
le temps a été
so far, so good
the time has been
je t’entends sous la pluie
soft droplets, kisses to serenade
the eve for more, drew me
yearning for embrace
être la lune dans le ciel
that holds you, as the tears flush
comforting, the woman who heals
as we did, held in dusk
être revu
in love, in rage, in silence,
in stolen glances, by chance
by you
une autre vie, pour toujours
after life, to live again
another life, to love again
even with loss, over and over
again
- t.m
Oct 1, 2024
Oct 1, 2024 at 6:43 PM UTC
what’s the hurry
one of my elders told
me about the power of
stillness you scurry
hoping you will make it
in time he said i will ne-
ver be able to capture
the essence of life if i am
constantly bewildered
worried that clear visions
will turn out muddy chasing
another human for fulfilment
questioning whether he or she
will love me am i enough for my
loved one’s endearment judging
how other’s worry forgetting about
my own commitments my elder told
me to be at peace with the past and
appreciate everything that is
worth loving everything that is not
will in due time reciprocate these
thoughts that build on your spiritual
enrichment
-t.m
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 5:09 AM UTC
i can feel it in the air
i can almost taste it
the challenge of
separating my devils
and desperations
long have i yearned
for serene balance
a nightmarish search
through pink matter
and my own madness
even on the brightest
days i am met with grins
from the shadows
nirvana thins
my past drowns
me in a pool of pathos
but i can almost describe it
the taste that is
even voices within
choose to deny it
a new coat of white
is clearing my canvas
-t.m
Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 5:48 PM UTC
another seance, gulping
and gasping, in hopes to
welcome the chaos. wistful
with no margins, no colourful
crayons, nothing promised.
unexpressive, at times
dishonest. passive aggressive,
with a mind in ******* the
desire for an end, the wonder
of what is beyond this. a
prayer for love before then, to
one day look in the mirror with
fondness.
-t.m
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 5:38 PM UTC