thomas-caamano
American
I was born and raised in California and recently got into poetry at my school. Most of my poetry is about madness or insanity. I have always found these subjects fascinating. The first five poems I have written are part of a compilation called Letters from the Asylum. I hope you enjoy.
"We are perfect for each other"
That's what she says.
I give her all of my time and I love it.
When she gives me her time it's even better.
I love her and she loves me.
Then how come we aren't together?
"There's no spark"
If there isn't then don't kiss me and walk away.
Don't tell me we should go out and get married right before you go on a date.
Don't lead me on because I'll always follow.
Don't tell me you love me and leave.
There will always be a spark for me
I can't get rid of it because it's in the memory of your face,
the smell of your hair
and the taste of your lips.
And maybe the only time you'll see it is when I push my knife into the socket.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
Trust me I'm fine. I mean it's not like I think about you all the time. That is, I think about you sometimes but not in like a creepy way. You see when I leave my house there's a spot on the street in front of my neighbors house where construction workers or plumbers or whatever spray painted it, and for some reason, call it divinity or coincidence, one of the things painted on the street is your last name. When I see that the first thing I think of is you. Then I think of what it's like to spend time with you and how happy it makes me feel and how happy you make me feel and how much I... Then I think about what it would be like to be your boyfriend then I think about you having a boyfriend then I remember that you do have a boyfriend. Then I remember it's not me. Then I realize that there is a guy out there who you hold hands with and whose shoulder you rest your head on and who you kiss and love more than anyone. And it's not me. All of this goes through my head in a second that feels like an eternity. But trust me I'm fine.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 11:09 AM UTC
Don't you know that a clown can get away with ******
HAHAHAHA!
And don't you know that your parents don't care if you're missing
living or dead.
Don't you know that your class ring looks better on my finger?
Pull it I dare ya!
And don't you know that your god doesn't fit in my crawlspace?
Face it he's done for.
Worthless little queers and punks every single one of us.
I could show you the handcuff trick
but then i'd have to **** you kid.
Yes I could show you the old rope trick
but then you'd have to
"kiss my ***
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
Finally I've got my chance
For dinner, a movie, or maybe a dance
I asked her out late one night
I hoped and prayed that she might
Say yes and give me this perfect chance
For some dinner, a movie, or maybe a dance
She said yes and now I wait
That stupid calendar I've begun to hate
As the day gets closer I start to shiver
What kind of date can I deliver
I clench my stomach, try not to hurl
Why am I scared, she's just a girl
The time is now so I must go
Would you look at that, she didn't show
So once again I've lost my chance
I sit alone, I'll never dance.
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 1:26 AM UTC
The lunatic is in my head
At least that's what Pink Floyd said
Mama loves her baby, that sure sounds nice
But who's gonna love you when you're on the thin ice
Daddy left a memory
That doesn't mean it's meant for me
One more brick into the wall
I don't think I need any thing at all
If they put me in the firing line
Is it fate or just my time
Got a little black book with my tooth brush and comb
I'll wait for the worms because there's nobody home.
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 11:11 PM UTC
Humanity's so overrated
My tests have been turned in and graded
I got an F in humanity
An A in insanity
Because morals are things I have traded
I traded my morals because I don't need them
Although I used to eat, sleep, drink, and bleed them
Without morals and feelings this pain I can bear
Sometimes it's almost like I'm not even there
And now I put down my thoughts so you can all read them
Escape and suppression are two different things
If suppress is to hum then escape is to sing
Those who suppress are told they can leave
Those who escape leave many to grieve
The mourners dress in black and the church bells will ring
To be rid of this madness you must be rid of your life
Be rid of your parents, your children, your wife
Yeah they might miss you but you wont feel sad
You don't feel anything, remember, you're mad
The only thing you may feel is the embrace of a knife
There is nothing else past the threshold of death
Not the pain of regret not your sweet lover's breath
So there's no need to worry
And certainly don't hurry
Because the last thing you know will be death
By reading these words you may not find pleasure
But maybe these ideas will stick with you forever
The reaper has come
My emotions are numb
The executioner will now pull the lever
But before I go and before I die
I have one last thing to say and that is
Goodbye
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 6:54 PM UTC
You say that I'm mad and maybe that's true
But from my point of view the mad one is you
You live out your life with order, morals, and rules
Why not act like a beast and slobber and drool
Over the red meat of chaos so tantalizingly sweet
Come over and try it; it just can't be beat
Life without order doesn't come at great cost
No one could tell who has won, no one could tell who has lost
No winners or losers, everyone equal
The story wont end no need for a sequel
Life without morals is simply a must
It's like a great high that's running on lust
Whatever you do is neither good nor is bad
You wont even care if everyone's mad
Now life without rules is the most fun of all
Just go into town and burn down City Hall
Once this is done anarchy will reign
Come join in this fun little insanity game
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 6:34 PM UTC
There is a voice that likes to argue, deep inside my head
He says his name is Thomas and I know mine is Ned
It seems that now his mind is trying to take my hands bu
"go to sleep"
but I can't
"think of life"
go away
"let me out"
stay inside
"I need to breathe"
I don't care
"what if we died?"
please don't go there
So once again I've beaten back the voice inside my head
I think my name is Thomas and he says his is Ned
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 5:51 PM UTC
Madness my friend it is time
To take up my pencil and rhyme
To rhyme without reason
But the change of the seasons
Madness my friend it is time
Madness my friend I have lost
Creativity comes at a cost
I lost my humanity
To gain this insanity
Madness my friend I have lost
Madness my foe you must leave
I shall give you no time to grieve
I can not sleep
Since you slaughtered my sheep
Madness my foe you must leave
Madness my friend you are back
Without you my poems did lack
That cool type of style
That has taken me miles
Madness my friend you are back
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 5:41 PM UTC
What is this feeling I've gotten?
What sense could it possibly make?
Maybe my mind has gone rotten
Yet still it entices like cake
Surely something's gone amiss
My days of being sane are done
What kind of sense could be found in this?
Ah, but the beauty is there's none
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 5:27 PM UTC