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Bede Sep 2019
My name is Tommy
I go by Bede
Because I'm afraid to be me.

I'm obsessed with names
Because I'm ashamed
Of what I can turn mine into.

No longer!
I am Tommy
And I will be proud.
Bede Sep 2019
Free verse is an addiction
A fully encapsulating feeling
Of emotional disarray
Being confined to set ways.

Why do I feel the
Urge to write?
In uneven lines,
In unrhyming ways?

It's pure, it's harsh,
It's memories incarnate.
Spontaneous streams,
Creeks of consciousness.
A gift given to me, the remembrance of free verse
Bede Sep 2019
I may still be sad
But I also am graced
With the moments of clarity
And feelings of love and bliss.

The wonderful wind,
So soft on the skin,
Wraps my body like a
Person I know.

The Sun so bright,
The leaves, cascading.
The beauty of the fall
Is a wonderful thing.
Bede Sep 2019
Every emotion fills my brain
And I'm left here to sift them.
I'm grateful for time
Dedicated to myself.

My wants, my needs,
What is it I need?
I tell you the one thing;
A hug every day.

To have someone to hug
To hold, and they hold you
That is a treasure
Worth holding close.
I just need hugs and thoughts, smiles and kind words.
Bede Sep 2019
You'll never feel
Like a disappointment
To me.
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