Thomas

Thomas Feb 2017

You will call everyday,
You will come to the house everyday when your not working,
You will not have friends over at your apartment,
Especially on a school night,
DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!

yes

You are so irresponsible,
I should have you come back to the house and live with your mommy, would you like that?

no

I would make your life hell wouldn't I?

no

As I speak to my mother on the phone my pride in being independent has been torn away from me, like a **** victims clothes,

This may seem harsh, unsympathetic towards **** victims, but It's a poem

Thomas Jan 2017

The cross

The cross written in my hand

                               F
                               O
                               R
                    P  L  E  A  S  E
                               G
                                I
                              V
                               E
                               M
                               E

    For the crimes I have committed

It's a poem

Jan 2017

Demonatachick

Opaque

My insecurities are mine, you try to heal but do not feel the insecurities that I conceal, I store them deep within myself, inside a jar upon a shelf, wear a smile braced like a Sheild, protect yourself, fight not too feel.

But you have broke me, mind and soul, kiss the imperfect make me whole, and in return I'll let you see, her who I so wish to be, I'll let you love what I cannot, for you are what I've always sought, perfection in its place a man, with loving eyes and gentle hands.

#love #truth #fear #hide #scared #smile #demon #insecurities

Thomas Jan 2017

Perseverance

The dim light that fell within the boundaries of my thoughts,
Illuminated my heart,
As you told me that it was going to be okay,
The light began to grow,
And ignited a flame,

As I began to crawl out of the cave of my insecurities,
You held out your hand,
Giving me the strength to begin my long battle towards self confidence,

My motivation did not waver,
As your quiet patience has kindled the fire that pushes me on,
I have made progress,
Yet the journey is far from over,

I am still afraid of society's judgements,
But I'm beginning to stop pretending to be the person I want to be,
I am tolerating myself and my real image,

It's a poem

For my mother

Thomas Jan 2017

Fail

When I Fail,
I want to be Forgiven,
I want it to be Forgotten,
And I want it to be Forever
But I know this is just a Fantasy

There is a scar I have in the shape of the letter F,
The reason is written in the poem

Thomas Jan 2017

Life

As I falter with every step I take,
You'll reach out to grab my trembling body,
I'll remember you in my dreamless dreams,
As the image of your face has been sculpted leaving no freckle behind,

Your presence is not forgotten,
As our mother lashes out,
You'll understand that I can't protect you,
You will cry with me when we are alone,

We have become closer through our insecurities,
Maybe our father will understand,
With his insecurities,

Or will the leash that the dictator holds,
Suppress his brilliant mind,
With the future unsteady,
I will wait my turn,

As my insecurities seize me,
I will place the shades that shadow my eyes,
To protect me from others pain,

You will wonder who I have become,
As I am no longer certain myself,
But my morals are still intact,
Even though my confidence has melted away,

Maybe tomorrow will be better,
With the dictator pointing fingers,
I will emotionally endure the consequences given to myself,

I'll cry for your pain,
From the decisions you made,
Gained through the support that I gave,
As you alone suffer,

This will be my sign of remorse for the pain that is experienced by you,

It's a poem

Thomas Jan 2017

The end

The end is nearing my friend,
When the end comes do not be alarmed,
I will embrace it with open arms,
If it so wishes me to do so,

I won't resist it's powers,
Nor can I resist it's powers,
When the end comes I won't tell anyone,
Because it is the end of my story,

So what is there to tell if it's the end,
Nothing,
Yet there was no reason for a beginning,
When my life had no beginning in the first place,

So brother,
So sister,
I'll leave you to tell my story when the end comes,

When the end comes for me,
Hopefully the living will forgive me.

It's a poem