I am not alone because I
Can't make friends

I am alone because alone is safe

No one can tear the
Tender flesh of my heart
If no one is near enough
To find it

Falling out of love
Is something that happens
Minds and hearts
Drift apart
New loves
Taken up in place
Of old ones
Some love remains
But others change
Hearts once on fire
Tamed by the dulling reality
Of complacency
Loves change
The heart doesn't

I poured a cup of sadness
Stirred with angers spoon
Called to the four winds of the heaven
Bowed low the crescent moon

For sweetness sake
I happily added
A generous measure of pain
Mixed in cream pale and weak
Colored with the tears of rain

On a crystal flaming platter
Served carefully by the hand of guile
I watched the orange blue fire demons
Contented and smiling
Passed the while

So it was I spoke the curse
For what was given to me
Was returned in kind
Unending loneliness of the soul
The nightmares of a troubled mind

Some would say
My revenge was too great
Others will berate me in my death
But let it be said I showed no mercy
Only to God must I pay the debt

So have a cup of sadness
Drink until you are no more
For with intent I speak these words
Accompanied by malice and scorn.

This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby Dec. 13, 2014

do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.

Feel the power and the force of nature.
Hear the waves crash and vibrate, churning up seaweed and debris
Taste the salty foam as you take a tumble from your surfboard.
Isn't it magical to soak up all of these senses, breathing in the crisp, comforting scent of the ocean air.

bury me into the ground.
i am lost, i cannot be found.
but if you happen to find me,
please return me to where i belong;
at the bottom of the deep blue sea.
i am
drowning
in
the
ocean
but
it's
not
the
water
that's
suffocating
me.
my emotions, so strong they're strangling me.
my thoughts, they terrify me.
i would rather live on my knees than die on my feet.
tie me to your car and drag me through the street.
make my skin bleed, tear my thighs.
this doesn't hurt at all, i feel sky high.
to destroy my emotions is to exploit my pain.
this is my release, i am not insane.
i am not insane.
i am not insane.
i am not insane.
i
am
not
insane
i
am
nothing
at
all.
     bury me anywhere
i dont care i dont care i dont care

i dont exist
i am not even imaginary
please dont insist
that i am extraordinary

just leave me alone
with my ocean;
my home.
let the liquid fill my lungs
as i float
float
float
i am weightless;
i am nothing.
never was something.
never want to be.
i am always drowning in the deep blue sea.

The stars in the sky have nothing on the ones in your eyes.
As I watch the crimson flow corrupt the freshly fallen snow,
I feel you against me, as the bitter winds blow us about.
I knew then, that only you could stop me, and help me come alive.