deanena tierney

deanena tierney Aug 2013

I never learned the way of ease,
I drop things with no grace,
As when earth itself does move,
And knocks things out of place.
You just stand there oh so stunned,
I drop things with no grace.

I never even learned to love,
And yet you still loved me,
In a way I did not deserve,
In a place that I could not be,
For I was just too hideous,
And yet you still loved me.

I never felt the true sting of loss,
But I sure feel it today.
(It was for your own good, my love,
That I sent your love away.)
Nor that I could feel your hate.
But I sure feel it today.

I will accept all the guilt of this,
And I will take the blame.
For I'm already so very ugly,
What difference makes the shame.
Just go ahead and **** me now,
And I will take the blame.

deanena tierney Jul 2013

Hi Friends

It's funny how we all just seem
To come and then go again.
Sometimes here, sometimes not,
Sometimes just checking in.
To see if any old friend of ours,
Has just.. like us...stopped by.
And left a little post-it poem,
As their way of saying "hi."

deanena tierney Jun 2013

She never looked back.

She faded slowly out of sight.
I had kept her in my view.
Just as you did for a while.
She never looked back.
Not for a long, long, time.
When I could see her no more,
I turned to relax in your arms.
But you... over my shoulder
Watched her return.
Even beckoned her.
I could not see her.
But I could feel you.
Now holding us both.
Her a little tighter.
And me out of loyalty.
So I let go of you.
And walked away..
Just as she did.
And had I not looked back.
I would be unaware
That no one watched me go.

deanena tierney Apr 2013

I think me rather poor.

Of what I feel no longer,
Of what I perceive no more,
Some may call me the richer,
I think me rather poor.
My knees no longer tremble,
My heart no more aloft,
And I discern no difference,
Between the hard and soft.
I sense not the mourning,
My heart knows that it should,
Nor can I measure by degrees,
Of equal; bad and good.
And the echo would be hollow,
Were you to beat upon my chest,
All that's found here at this inn,
Is an empty, vacant, rest.
Which cost me not a single thing,
Spare a dream upon my waking,
Meanwhile 'til soul from slumber stirs,
My heart will not be breaking.

deanena tierney Apr 2013

More or less of time.

With just a heartbeat's pause,
Every prior object sought,
And all the toiling up til now;
That mattered; now does not.
Who are we to yearn for more,
Then but delight of day?
Be it burden or a privilege,
To remember yesterday?
And lo, if it calls out to you!
Just a single backward glance,
Might just forgo tomorrow,
From destiny ....to chance.
So within the pause; just...be,
At peace and hold thy breath.
Unknown how many lie between,
The next until thy death.
You may not breathe as deeply,
As you did breathe a year ago,
But do not preempt this moment,
Nor mourn the ones that go.
The heartbeat's pause is timely.
Perfected, proper, prime.
Each second unassuming,
More or less of time.

deanena tierney Mar 2013

I was wrong

In all of her absence you held me,
With arms that were so strong,
I believed you had forgotten her,
It'd been so very long,
But it only took one phone call,
To prove that I was wrong.
With eagerness did you reply,
And her thrill returned again,
And just as quickly I disappeared,
As if we'd never been.
To turn this broken soul away,
From a fight I'll never win.

deanena tierney Mar 2013

Hopeless

Well, I got the news today.
In a few short months you'll go away.
And no more will I see your face.
Nor my presence will thee grace.
No more crooked grins to see,
No more laughter will there be.
Amd all the memories that we share,
Will soon occupy an empty chair.
And all that's left to do is cry,
And hoarsely whisper my goodbye.