there is beauty in the silence that accompanies solitude. it leaves you with room to wonder; to remember; to surrender to a certain curiosity of what lies ahead - a curiosity of what happens once the silence is broken.
there is beauty in the volume of a crowded space. a monotonous pitch of laughter and small talk about the weather creates a soundtrack to the buzzing thoughts racing through your mind - the thoughts that become amplified once all the noise dies down.
there is beauty in the complexity of sound. silence and noise compliment each other in all aspects of life - where one is present, so is the other.
t.m.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 5:06 PM UTC
heart soars
stomach drops
mind races;
the sense of sweet delirium
that accompanies
even the slightest of touch
eyes meet
cheeks flush
gentle grins;
the high that takes
forever to come down from
even in the tiniest of moments
hands entwined
heartbeats synced
thoughts shared;
the simplistic nature of
happiness between two people
when they connect
t.m.
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 12:10 AM UTC
inhale;
you are strong
you are powerful
you are admirable
you are different
you are intelligent
you are exquisite
you are beautiful
you are talented
you are loved
exhale;
you are enough.
t.m.
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 11:18 PM UTC
i have given in
to the soft crackle of old vinyls
harmonizing with the
rain tapping on my window;
it is a song unlike any other,
the lyrics engrained into my mind
and the rhythm in time with my heartbeat,
slow and steady
i am bathed in the glow
of scented candles and
strings of lights
strung up between windows and doors and open drawers;
wrapped in vanilla and white light,
enveloped in warmth
and drenched in dimly lit happiness
i am alone but never lonely;
on nights like these i lay awake
in sync with the crackle of vinyl
the soft patter of rainfall
the flickering of tiny flames
and the peace i have found
in simplicity.
t.m.
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 10:42 PM UTC
i saw a picture of you with her today
many who saw seemed to ignore
the fact that i was, in fact, yours
at such a recent time
people complimented the two of you,
what a wonderful pair;
it took everything in me not to
pitch my phone to the concrete.
i told you i had nothing left to say
but now as i catch glimpses of
your smile directed at someone else
and overhear broken pieces of
lighthearted conversations that
sound like ones we used to share,
my mind swells with thoughts
that won't slip past my teeth.
i keep telling myself i'll be okay
without the expectation that
you would so easily find someone new
to confide in, to trust like i trusted you;
now, as i watch you stop mid-stride
to talk to her,
now that i can see you looking
at someone the same way
you looked at me when you told me
i meant everything and more to you,
i stop believing the mantras
i've been repeating.
t.m.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
maybe one day the explosive anger you've drawn out of me will subside and the blaze i've set will turn to ashes. maybe one day i'll be able to glance your way without thinking of who else has. maybe one day i'll stop going through our pictures, reminiscing and wondering where it all went wrong. maybe one day i'll listen to that mix tape you made for me without wondering if you still sing along to every verse of your favorite song on the track list.
but, soon enough, I will be happy again. soon enough, i will find solace in being independent. soon enough, i will accept the fact that this did, in fact, happen. i will be okay with that. soon enough, i will not think back upon the things you did to me and feel anger rise from the pit of my stomach.
soon enough, i will look back and thank you for teaching me lessons i had yet to learn until now.
soon enough,
i will be okay.
t.m.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
betrayal is a *****
she is a slap in the face and a blow to the knees.
she is a whipping wind compared to a balmy breeze.
she is phone calls and sleepless nights spent mulling over the wrongs.
she is wondering what you could have done to deserve this all along.
she is the melancholy set of lyrics i recite.
she is the darkest tunnel with no ending or light.
she has been lurking, yet she is still new,
and because of her, i don't have you.
t.m.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 12:18 AM UTC
you only call when you need
something from me and you
only approach me when it is
convenient and you only think
to make me your first choice
when no one else is there for
you to attach yourself to and
you push push push me away
only to pull me back and guilt
me into believing it was solely
my fault, it was my fault and
i am wrong again and you are
quick to shut my seemingly
lonesome opinions down and
you tell me that i am simply
unnecessary and that i am
nothing but unwanted noise
and unacceptable thoughts
and actions that deserve to
be neglected and scrutinized
the blows you inflict upon me
run deeper than the gashes
any knife could create and
every word feels exactly like
rubbing salt in an open wound
and you do not have the slightest clue.
t.m.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 11:37 PM UTC
i am always there as the shoulder to cry on and the one who listens. i am constantly there to catch people when they fall and piece them back together when they break.
no one steps in when they're aware that you're the strong one, you know.
they tell me, oh, you'll be fine. shake it off. it's going to be okay. but, is it?
it's truly hard being the base,
the shoulder, the glue holding broken pieces together, because there is always an unanswered question that lingers:
when i finally need a shoulder to cry on or someone to catch me when i slip and fall or something to hold me together when i shatter,
who's going to do it?
t.m.
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC
sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will ******* me
in ways that a crack in my skeleton
never could
sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will leave me
lonely and lost in self-deprecating thoughts
at 2 in the morning
sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will leave behind
wounds that don't heal
and scars that won't fade away
sticks and stones may break my bones,
but they could never hurt me
like your words did.
t.m.
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 2:35 AM UTC