Every breath, each beat of heart,
Amplified, terrified, true.
Each sip—deeper joys, skin-deep in you.
Unified, crucified, blue.
Everything was visceral then.
Heightened, frightened, enlightened.
Our kiss—longer ways of loving you.
Deeper, sweeter, fever.
Age has robbed us of that passion,
Decried, denied, deprived.
Why must that fire now dwindle and die?
Spurned, forgotten, surrendered.
Tom Lefort December 2025
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 6:33 PM UTC
I return, tentative and lonely, to step once more into that shadow,
to venture back upon such hallowed ground,
where ghostly footsteps set my path.
The spell we cast so long ago—decades drawn and stretched now thin—
still holds me in its power;
what little remains has become my everything.
So here I tread these precious steps:
broken, beautiful, perfect, awful, mine.
Step by step, a sweet and welcome pain,
each now closer to the life, love, time that I call home.
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 3:14 PM UTC
Withered walk that betrays a tale,
Stumbled forward, fallen back.
Every step now smaller than the last,
Under this carried cross unfair.
See the millstone grind its weight
Upon shoulders worn and frail.
No peace, just pain;
A broken boy behind that smile.
Let him pass on fragile ground,
Ever on toward his breaking point.
Watch that weight he carried far
Come welcome crashing down.
Tom Lefort - August 2025.
Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 5:25 PM UTC
We were young, and the lights were out,
Spinning rooms and turning heads.
The last great generation—blooded hearts,
Passions born not of screen, but skin.
We longed, we loved, we lived—
Lifted to the highest plane,
With music and flesh as our true witness.
Those times were more than murmured whispers—
We were real, we were true,
Visceral tombs to the last great time for all.
Tom LeFort 2025
Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 4:11 PM UTC
We don’t make time for one another;
We save that time for our regrets.
We chase the silence, not each other—
The present slips while sorrow sets.
Then casts its shadow over all;
Its secrets cling, too deep to free.
We don’t live now, we heed its call—
As if now was never ever meant to be.
Tom Lefort 2025
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 5:08 PM UTC
Drop by drop, the measured melancholy,
Downing secrets from the past.
Tick by tock, each treasured nobody,
Their heartbeats beaten fast.
Hurt by hurt, each regret I will ever own,
My scattered promises, a broken trust.
Death by death, the full stop comes to pass,
Leaving empty spaces upon our paths.
Life by life, such are my memories lost in time,
Those precious moments never meant to last.
Tom Lefort 2025
Feb 8, 2025
Feb 8, 2025 at 4:46 PM UTC
Slow burn towards that hallowed kiss,
The months it took to take you there.
Like hope itself upon your lips,
Such joyful lovers bliss.
Short term passion in that fragile time,
The years it took to leave you there.
Love's regret entwines our lives,
So powerful broken ties.
Tom Lefort 2025
Jan 5, 2025
Jan 5, 2025 at 5:14 PM UTC
Huddled, strained, with craned necks to the board,
They wish for that missing number,
The hope they wait upon—
The launchpad to their homes.
Puzzled, drained, enraged—the muttered sounds.
They miss that sudden cue,
The rush to be the one;
That fearful scrum of drones.
Tom Lefort
Dec 11, 2024
Dec 11, 2024 at 3:21 PM UTC
You were the light of dawn, the hue of dusk,
The fingers gently curled within my hand.
A promise that all would be as we dreamed,
The breath of hope upon my lips.
You were the life in me, the reason I rose each day,
The yearning for which all hearts will sigh.
A depth of friendship few could ever understand.
Nov 16, 2024
Nov 16, 2024 at 5:03 PM UTC
That spell of summer has long since passed,
Such dreams it cast upon us.
A haze of last light's first love, so adored,
In which our brokenness was made whole.
And there, love-soaked madness carried us afar,
Such naïve tenderness we bore;
Yet lost hopes and passions abhor us now,
In this winter we sadly bear.
Tom Lefort - October 2024
Oct 19, 2024
Oct 19, 2024 at 4:27 PM UTC