Dansy Thomas

Dansy Thomas Apr 2014

killer

Because your eyes burn holes, and I liked the pain.
Because I long to kiss you in the rain.
Because when you touched my skin, I knew what it means ‘to be home.’
Because I’m tried, sick and tired, of being alone.
Because your skin shines like apples with water kissing their shell.
Because I want to be your apple; be my insides, my core, my outside as well.
because I’m cold and need a home.
I know it’s stupid, but I'm just so alone.

Dansy Thomas Apr 2014

Remarkable

I have a tsunami on the tip of my
tongue
That rolls with the waves and moves right
along
Onto the nest starry-eyed, gullible,
boy
Who thinks I have a remarkable way with
words.
I mean, there is always someone better,
braver.
With special gifts that god gave her-
favor?
Please, I want to know, how to write from the
spine,
And combine all these rad
phrases
and manipulate
mine.
I want to be great, is that to much to
ask?
But at this slow rate i'm going to pass,
because-
Success and happiness are two very different
things...
Why can't i just meet
In between?

Dansy Thomas Mar 2014

Elements

If you ever feel like a room without a roof, I will always be your shingles. Even in the darkest parts of a February snowstorm, I will drag you to the surface and show you sunshine.
I have always wondered how someone like you could make a forest fire like me as calm as water, because you're not just a boy, you're a storm with skin and I am ready for a little thunder.

Dansy Thomas Feb 2014

Let me save you

I want to drown
In the depths of your mind,
In the sea of your soul.
Or maybe while I’m swimming down there,
In the dark, inky ocean that is your thoughts,
I can pull you to the surface of them
And teach you how to breathe.

Dansy Thomas Feb 2014

Scarlet

There’s a whole world of
poetry in your mouth that
I’m dying to kiss.

Dansy Thomas Feb 2014

Lost

I am not a graceful person.
I am not a Sunday morning, or a Friday sunset.
I am a Tuesday, 2am., gunshots muffled by a few city blocks,
I am a broken window during February.
My bones crack on a nightly basis.
I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness.
I sometimes don't believe I belong around people,
that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen.
The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm.
You don't see the lighting, but you hear the echoes.

Dansy Thomas Dec 2013

Seasons

I wish I had a scarf
To wrap around my heart
To keep winter off my chest
One more season.