tiarnan-murphy
"There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind." / Patrick Rothfuss / The Name of the Wind
My little tiny bundle of joy,
Oh how sweetly you sleep,
Such innocence present on your face,
Oh how I wish I could sleep so soundly,
Not a worry, just for milk.
Not a worry, just someone to change you.
Oh how quickly you go from laughing to crying.
Oh, how confusing it can be.
Especially when you multitask,
Doing both simultaneously.
I love you so much forever and always.
Please never stop being my bundle of joy.
I'll always be here for you,
Whenever unconditional love is needed.
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 5:39 PM UTC
Do what I want...
Oh, what a taunt.
I wish I could.
There's no way I should.
I want to go home
I want to write a book
Sit back on memory foam
In a cozy little nook.
To stay home with my kids
And my wonderful wife
To shut my eyelids
And sleep without strife
I want to talk to the people
Who wander my mind
To sit and slowly pull
And scribe as stories unwind
For my family, I want to care
To give them all they need
And always be there
So they've lives they want to lead.
I just want to function
To not give my all
Just to end in destruction
Not to fall and fall and fall
I want to like the man in the mirror
To not see myself with disgust,
As something lowly, inferior.
I want to be worth your trust
Do what I want...
Oh, what a taunt.
Maybe I should,
But there's no way I could.
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 2:58 PM UTC
Amidst the pounding thunder
And towering waves
Lit in the night
By searing lightning
A small ship sails
The sailor gazes back
To distant horizons
Not quite seeing
But feeling
His former home
As winds scream and tear
And waves crash and drag
He battles onward
Through tempest
To unknown lands
Decisions made long ago
For risk and fortune
Over calm simplicity
Run swift as the howling gale
Through rain blinded eyes
Easy winds and calm seas
A life of lazy tranquillity
A life forsaken
To battle tempest fury
And still unregretful
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 7:50 PM UTC
Where did the freedom of youth go?
I woke one morning and found it gone.
Though the search for freedom continues
Responsibility carves a deep path
With steep walls to ward off would be climbers.
But I'm sure it can be done!
Drag that snarling machine that carves the path.
Finger by finger, clawing up those walls.
Struggle fiercely, panting and growling
To the freedom which lies above.
Those things in life which come hardest
Are most often the sweetest to taste.
What then could ever be sweeter than freedom
Freedom fought for tooth and nail
Earned through blood, sweat, and tears.
But fear not the jaws of responsibility
Though it brings terror to the hearts of men
It has boundless beauty and importance
For what joy would freedom hold
Without reason to enjoy its flavour
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 6:28 PM UTC
Sun baked sand holds back withered shrubs
From the slow salty invasion of Poseidon
Drooping palms drop laden fruit
On passing, unsuspecting, heads
Where beauty once lay, now lies a trap
Calm steadily turns to white-capped waves
As surely as Poseidon's slow victory over the cliffs.
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 8:25 PM UTC
Anger flashes red
Joy warms the heart
Shame burns the face
Love dances in the stomach
and twinkles before the eyes
Emotions and senses play
All except fear
Fear grips the throat
Clenches the stomach
Freezes the veins
And darkens the eyes
Fear smells like smoke
Tastes like metal
And sounds like beating drums
Fear does not play
Fear consumes
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 9:06 PM UTC
I love you, said the boy
Watching his brothers nap
I love you, said the girl
Rocking her pup on her lap
I love you, said the movie
That two people watched for kicks
I love you, said the man
As he gently kissed her lips
I love you, said the woman
While she nibbled on his ears
I love you, said the father
Giving his daughter away in tears
I love you, said the dad
To his newborn baby girl
I love you, said the mom
Who had all the love in the world
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 8:15 PM UTC
Swallowed in a world of confusion
A short sharp shock of panic
Followed promptly by unnatural calm
Reassuring words and calming movements
That is my role for the occasion
The calm is struck crashing to the ground
To be replaced by gut wrenching worry
But the words and movements must continue
I cannot forget my part
Hours pass in contrasting worry and external calm
Finally at the summit of the worry
A shining beacon of light
My heavy heart heaves in delighted convulsions
Bluish grey and beautiful
Both worry and calm are eclipsed by joy
You have made your entrance
You have made your mark
You bend the laws of the world
Tying the moon even tighter to beautiful earth
And I will never be the same again
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 6:40 PM UTC
Those who find beauty where there is none
Those whose days are never quite done
Those who think with an open mind
The poem writing kind
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 5:58 PM UTC
Awake in my bed at five a.m.
My true love beside me
My new love upon me
What a wonderful feeling it is
As I watch the flame that lights my darkness
And the new tiny candle we made
The room may be dark
But my heart glows
It is good to be a father
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 5:51 AM UTC