Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
TigerEyes Mar 2017
Slip inside my mind
But be careful of what you find
Of all the madness inside of me
I'll kiss a camera into your eyes
You won't know the truth from lies
I'll whisper voices inside your head
From the graves of ghosts long since dead
Then I'll turn the dial again
Attach a virus, and hit send
Now I'm crawling inside your skin
Infecting you with all my sins
From years, and years of centuries past
You will know my name at last
Your soul is mine to keep
and, you'll worship me while you sleep
I've kissed a camera into your eyes
I'm the snake that whispers lies
I'll make you bleed until you die
Ah, watch the sky as you spin
Jam the needle once again
Colors pointing to a door
Echo voices you've heard before
Lower, lower they let you down...
Until you smell the roses above the ground.
Feb 2016 · 499
White Noise
TigerEyes Feb 2016
White noise like white light
it's the sound I hear
when I dream at night
You greet me on angel wings
when we fly into sacred white
a sacred white that holds no sound
encompassed by holy ground
We decide which way to fly
as Stars, and Planets float on by
TigerEyes Jan 2016
This bravery and courage that you forge on today
for the uncertainty you feel as it all passes away
a future unknown for your wishes un-sewn
as you pray for a magician, or miracle to steady your sway
while you weep for the regrets of your yesterdays
be brave and courageous for that’s what it’s about
because when you get older, and wiser these things that you shout
curses, and daggers you kick in the sand
for the souls that have harmed you
with blood on their hands
See nobody tells you these things when you’re young…
when you’re too old for dancing
or, having some fun
you’ll wish, and you’ll dream
that you danced in the sun.
Jan 2016 · 653
Where Clouds Meet The Sun
TigerEyes Jan 2016
Where clouds meet the sun
where she drifts, she drifts
no one knows
where she goes she won't say
she might say it's just for one day
it might last for one month
she can't say
but she drifts, and drifts
catching memories in silence
of your kiss
when she was held, and cherished once
when she danced under the moon
and sun...
where the clouds meet the sun
when she danced
when she was young.
This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws January 17th, 2016
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Jan 2016 · 622
Rock Me To Sleep
TigerEyes Jan 2016
Rock me to sleep, and I will curl up in your strong arms
with your words you cradle me from harm
softly, softly you rock me with your arms
gently rocking me to to sleep from anyone who wants to harm
my soul to hurt — or, my soul to keep —
a soul like mine that’s pure, and good
darling, darling I feel understood
for the first time a man that will watch over me
who see’s my spirit
who see’s me.
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove January 14th, 2016
Jan 2016 · 303
Never
TigerEyes Jan 2016
You were never a Mother to me
you left me behind you see
there was never enough food nor, light
nothing ever went well, or right...
you ignored everything in sight
and, your husband touched me where
a little girl was lost down there...
I should have never had to go
Oh, all the tears that I learned to know
Mother,  you never came back to see
how you never protected me.
Jan 2016 · 698
Three Sisters
TigerEyes Jan 2016
Three Vogue sisters as different as night, and day
     glamorous eyes with glamorous smiles
One was wise with feminine wile
Two was smart with grace, and style
Three was beautifully straight up wild...
They all went on to live quite tragic lives
surviving it all through their shark white smiles
red lipstick, and push up bra's
bobby socks, and cashmere sweaters
could not have prepared them for it all...
for the men that they would meet...
for the life they would keep...
their children cried at night
when they heard them fight...
such a tragic sight
Three sisters who went on to live --lives
that only God could give
that God could see --
their only hope was in grace
in eternity.
Jan 2016 · 956
Let Me
TigerEyes Jan 2016
Let me be the woman I was meant to be
let me run wild through fields of gold
let me run when I am old...
I want to travel the world with you my love
I want to fly with you above
Riding wild horses on the beach
as passionate waves splash upon our feet
Oh, this is the life I want to know
with warm fires inside while it snows...
I read to you as you read to me
all the poems we believe to be...
the wonderful life together that we see.
Dec 2015 · 376
"19" Version II
TigerEyes Dec 2015
"19"

Nineteen see's the world with hopeful eyes
with long black lashes, and wistful smiles
she had her world all mapped out
there was no stopping her she would shout
regret met her at twenty six
when the doctors told her she was sick
still she did not let that pain beat her down
No, she was up for a second round...
she was brave with courageous days
with her daughter she did stay
through the years she married men
who attempted to beat her down again
the warrior spirit of nineteen was still there
a fighter with spirit who would not dare--
dare to give in to her despair…
And —
For all the souls who came, and went —
that glanced upon her as angels wept
for a life that she would never know
for all the love that she could ever show
that never saw the pain she felt when un-approving
stares were sent —
Nineteen’s spirit sailed on —she never felt so strong --
as she sailed on, and her spirit went.
TigerEyes Dec 2015
The quiet of the willow tree
beckons the quiet inside of me
outside my open window it sings a song
whispering lyrics all winter long…
there’s a rhythm of the local train
a back up beat that remains the same
I hear it in the dark of night
with the moon outside shining bright
calming me with soothing light
Oh, I love the quiet of the willow tree
beckoning the quiet inside of me
swaying me gently like a lullaby…
swaying my dreams up toward the sky
as I hear the train whistle blow on by.
Dec 2015 · 755
Prom Queen
TigerEyes Dec 2015
The prom Queen remembers when all her peers bowed down back then
they bowed to her beauty
they bowed to her grace
She never knew the term second place
The prom Queen ruled the halls /she ruled the teachers /she ruled the malls
I used to watch her shadow walk away some days
looking sad, and lonely in a kind of haze
Every girl wanted to be her/Oh, how every boy wanted her
The prom Queen has turned fifty three
wishing now she didn’t pay the price to be —
what others thought came so free
Her Mother saw her as a ghost you see…
she split on her when she was seventeen
The prom Queen was so thinly chic —
because no one knew she lived on the street.
Dec 2015 · 291
Something To Love
TigerEyes Dec 2015
Something to love more than myself
someone to love with good cheer, and good health
you don’t feel quite so alone when there’s someone to call
Yes, someone to love/to cherish and love/Yes, someone to have
Yeah, to have and to hold
the family you’ve sewn /you've stitched together
you can call, call, call - them your own
quilted parts that know your soul, and your heart
you’ve weaved them together /they’re now all part of your home
something to love so you’re never alone
no never alone --
then there's that man, man, man --
who understands, and makes you feel whole --
that man, man, man
that understands every bit of your mind, and your soul
Dec 2015 · 249
Here And Gone
TigerEyes Dec 2015
Goodnight, Helen...
my Dear
my Friend...

She was here, and now she’s gone
we had just spoke of the daisy's on her lawn
blowing in the wind
she said there were butterfly’s folding from within
beating like two hearts in love
drumming to the dancing stars above
She was here, and now she’s gone
Helen, I still hear your wistful song
Dec 2015 · 366
"19"
TigerEyes Dec 2015
Nineteen see's the world with hopeful eyes
with long black lashes, and wistful smiles
she had her world all mapped out
there was no stopping her she would shout
regret met her at twenty six when the doctors told her she was sick
still she did not let that pain beat her down
No, she was up for a second round...
she was brave with courageous days
with her daughter she did stay
through the years she married men
who attempted to beat her down again
the warrior spirit of nineteen was still there
a fighter with spirit who would not dare--
dare to give in to her despair.
Dec 2015 · 339
Hush
TigerEyes Dec 2015
There was a hush at the door as she looked above
a silencing of her heart like a ******* hole...
He stood at the door this man adored
the scent of her skin the scent of her soul
Oh, how she prayed for love above
a mystery this fair maiden wished to know
for love had long passed her by until the Prince
had walked on by in the forrest of Isle
he was passionately wild...a soul on fire
Hush, he said as he kissed her neck
let me wipe these tears that you've wept
and, come with me as you haven't slept
I will hold you tight all through the night
my love, my maiden -- I am yours tonight
to have to hold for the rest of your days
I promise forever for the rest of my days.
TigerEyes Dec 2015
I am five staring up in my clown bed wondering if there is only one me
why is it that I have these visions of the future I have not seen?
images dancing across my head like photographs of the dead
haunting me in my dreams telling me that everything is not all as it seems
illusions in front of my eyes dancing like white lies
hard to tell the truth from the false …
are those people I see like dolphins or, are they sharks?
when you’re born with vision right from the start
it can be confusing to say the least
it feels as though you’ve been given some kind of cheat sheet

I am staring up at the stars with my blue eyes…
I am a wondering child at the age of five
Why am I here? Is there a God? Does he see?
Does he/she see the images I have seen?
Does he/she know I am here feeling unheard, and unseen?
So many questions from the eyes of a wondering child —
so many questions I’m hoping God has call waiting - or, great files.
TigerEyes Dec 2015
I am trapped behind your bedroom mirror
while I’m trapped
when I get out
when you appear
I float around now
from place to place
I am a ghost looking for a familiar face
I wish I could have known my fate
but now I know it’s just too late
I wish I could have seen
what my life would have been like at thirteen…
Just a girl from the Bronx
learning from the college of hard knocks
street smart wise
didn’t see the knife
a shadow in the midst
behind my back that insists
that if I scream or, resist —
I’m history then
thirteen, and I wonder what could have been
while it all fades to black
but I see white
and, for the first time…
I am shown what is right
Beauty is all around,
a symphony in heaven is all I see..
singing just for me.
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove December 26th, 2015
Dec 2015 · 396
There You Were
TigerEyes Dec 2015
I saw the image of you...

There you were down by the old oak tree
slumbering beneath the stars
you might as well have been across the ocean
in a far away land...
for the ghost that was once you
I could not reach
haunting me you eventually faded away,
and, I was left only with the glimmer
of hope ...
that the twinkle in your blue eyes would somehow smile
your old familiar smile...
that you would eventually return to me --
Alas, when I finally woke...
I was a lonely sailor lost at sea
holding a black n' white photograph of you n' me...
you were swinging across the old oak tree
You were five, and I was three...
then your image
suddenly faded away from me
I am a lost sailor out at sea.
Dec 2015 · 329
Dance It Out (A Song)
TigerEyes Dec 2015
Dance it out upon the stage Oh, then dance it out upon the page
work it, work it, Baby, don't give up
groove it out, groove it up
cause, Baby, you got moves that so twist it up
Sweat it out,  bust it up n' then shout it out
tap your feet up n' down
n' I promise
I promise Baby, you'll tap that sadness upside down
in the streets in Hollywood
the traffic's crazy
in dat' hood just close your eyes n' do a dance
all you have to do is just take a chance....
Yeah, chance, chance, chance
n' dance, dance, dance
spin around to these hot sounds /to all these cats drumming beats
Choreography here
smiling with hats n' canes you tap across the stage
like Fred Astaire you walk on air
air, air, air ---
who cares if it's just the street
you're smiling now with dancing feet
Cause Baby, you got moves that twist it up
Work it, work it, work it --
Baby, you just shine n' don't give up.
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove December 17th, 2015

This is for all the struggling writers/artists that I've met, and love.
TigerEyes Dec 2015
You know what?
you're in the wrong
how long, long, long ---
how long are you going to keep up this charade
your own special version of wrong, wrong, wrong parades
You've met your match/ best make friends with sin
you don't know that I always win, win, win
The sun always shines on me even if you don't see
you don't see that angels shine on me
And I know you've done this before
Yeah, before me there were others that were so
very young, young, young ---
Too young to see the dangers of a wolf like you
Yeah, a wolf that made lies seem true
Oh, but I can see through your soul
Yeah, that's what you don't know
I see the wicked flicker in your eyes
I see all of your wicked lies...
Gonna let those angels shine on me
gonna let those angels let you see
let you see that what you're doing is wrong
gonna let them do it for however long, long, long --
however long it takes , takes, takes---
however long it takes to let you know that I belong.
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove December 17th, 2015

This could be for anyone that tries to make you feel inferior. It could also be the voices we hear that tell us we're not good enough -- when the truth is - we are. We are all so unique, and beautiful. I appreciate everyone, and humbled by all that  I meet.
Dec 2015 · 287
Where I Dream
TigerEyes Dec 2015
In My Dream....

In my dream I am always floating
through a stormy grey blue sky
just before your shadow spins
where I find myself breathing in
the scent of blooming roses
planted in the ground

I hear your voice/ I hear your sounds
I pass you by
then I twist, and I begin to fly —
I see your tearful grey-blue eyes
(staring down at me)

I was your wild Goddess once…
my name rolled off your soft lips
exploring my body with strong hands
dancing music across my hips

like sweet wine you wanted more
than just one tiny sip
you screamed my name
and, we rushed like waves

Oh, how you couldn’t get enough of me…
I return to my dream
(a change of scenes)
in my color scheme
I just see red
where I lay my head
(there are red roses in the sun)
they are the ones you planted
just for me
while you chant your love
on this earth…

while I gaze at you from up above.
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove December 17th, 2015
Dec 2015 · 327
Black Horse
TigerEyes Dec 2015
You road up on your black horse....
ten years ago
today
keeping all your dark secrets from my
display
a magician of sorts dancing from track to track
S.A. stands for....
(liquid mercury disguising truth from fact)
My haven't you gotten good?*
twisting words so they're misunderstood
Black horse, black horse just go away
cause this Princess Bride has run off today
to leave your sorry *** in the grass....
snarl n' grind your teeth like you do
kick n' buck have a fit it's you --

All my friends form a circle now
protecting me with their light somehow
so just go hurt some other girl
cause this one's built a whole new world.
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove December 16th, 2015
Dec 2015 · 1.9k
For All The Orphans
TigerEyes Dec 2015
For all the orphans who ever wished
on birthdays, and holidays
they’d be the one that is picked
Instead of left alone in silence
with their doll at six.

The truth is I have no Father
I have
No Mother
I have no sisters, or any brothers…

I have no family just my doll
I don’t think she,
or, God can hear my prayers at all.

I need a Mother someone to watch over me
a Mother -- to comfort me, and to keep me from any harm
I want to be cradled, and held
and, to cry in my Mothers arms
I need a Mother to love me through all my storms
to tell me that there will be sunshine up ahead soon
heading toward my rocky shores
I need a Mother to give me guidance like a light
to give me hope, and love during all my darkest nights.

For all the orphans who live in this world today
who have just a doll to listen to what they have to say...
You're not alone because I am just like you
My heart is always with you -  forever, and a day.
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove December 13th, 2015
Dec 2015 · 344
Walls
TigerEyes Dec 2015
These walls of mine are now going up
yeah, like walls hung by chains
for everything you said
you weren't at all
clankity-clank-clank they're going up
because of all the lies you have told
My, Oh, My
you were bold
to think you could even keep up with me
or even begin to comprehend, or see
all your skeletons, and trash tossed to ground
where holy light has shined I've found
that my angels really do exist
your stupid theory's will still persist
about the Universe
Oh, ***** really? you're so profound
I'm sending you into infinity through my mind
and, sound.
I feel sorry for your wife
for you have stolen her entire life
Surprise, surprise you have a wife?
*Well, **** off Mister...
I have a life
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove December 12th, 2015
Dec 2015 · 371
Eyes Like Knives
TigerEyes Dec 2015
His Eyes
like knives
are hunting you
a creepy stare
******* you
you’re just waiting
for a train
his eyes like knives
still remain
on your *******
down to your thighs
circling back
up toward your eyes
in his mind
he’s pinned you down
you recognize
his hunting ground
you slink away
into the crowd
like a cat you raise your back
extend your claws you turn,
attack...
a Jaguar cat you escape
this unknown man's
hunting ground
you are on your mountain now...
and, you're now safe, and sound.
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove December 11th, 2015
Dec 2015 · 661
Painted Words
TigerEyes Dec 2015
Painting words upon a shelf
we paint with colors for hope, and love
for our health
to have to hold
to keep like wealth.
I pray somehow I'll touch your soul
throughout the seasons
that we may know
painting words through it all
we protect each other
from potential falls...
we paint with words
like blankets of warmth
like soft down feathers 
we weave our words
so beautifully together
these books we've painted
upon our shelves
tell a story
of love, and wealth.
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove December 9th, 2015
Dec 2015 · 531
Let Me Go
TigerEyes Dec 2015
I won’t let you take me down
No, baby looks like I’ve won this final round
I’m tired of boxing with fists n’ gloves with you
can’t you just admit that we’re finally through
it’s been the same old song
it’s been the same old tune
let me go
let me go
leave me sleeping in my own bed
let me weep
let me sleep
I have my own sadness, and tears to shed
my own shattered dreams of what could have been
they’ve all been blown up
they’ve all been burned up to no end —
So let me go
let me go —
release my soul
I want to go
I want to go
Please leave me in silence
leave my soul alone
You have harmed me for too long
it’s time for you to move along
let me go
let me go
let me fly
my angel wings
have waved goodbye.
Dedicated to the nightmare of a man known as S.A.
Dec 2015 · 718
The Agnostic
TigerEyes Dec 2015
He thought he was in touch with the Lord
ranting, and raving from the pulpit
with his Bible like a sword!
I was five and Oh, so bored
thinking this is so twisted, and messed up
these men wouldn't even allow make-up
"Get thee behind me" is what they'd shout
Again,  I'm only five thinking this is f-d' up
No doctors for bleeding ears
just a ton of painful crying tears
loss of hearing being just one thing
that her religion brought onto me
the pain that I endured
you can't imagine the nightmare that occurred
but my Mother denies it to this day
saying to accept it all today
like lying to yourself
putting your feelings on a shelf
I cannot deny this past....
but, I have uncaged myself at last.
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove December 5th, 2015
Dec 2015 · 308
Peaceful Warrior
TigerEyes Dec 2015
It's none of my business what you think of me
it's clear you believe that you're too superior
to ever see
to see the me that's inside you
to believe in the goodness inside me
and, everything that is true
instead you want to tear my spirit down
you enjoy twisting my words around
I can't change you
only me
I will be a peaceful warrior
you will see
I will grow from this experience
and, be the best person
that I can be
but there's something you don't understand
you've lost my respect as a human, and a man
and, I will not give myself away
I am responsible for my own happiness today
if that means removing you from my life
well, baby
I'm removing your back-stabbing knife.
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove December 5th, 2015
TigerEyes Dec 2015
The station wagon bounced down a dusty road toward the farm house, and Phoebe, who had just turned fifteen  felt the pit of her stomach coil, and tighten with dread. Gazing out the window she locked eyes on a bored looking cow slowly chewing a mangled knot of grass. Phoebe wondered in that moment if even the cows were more depressed in Bismarck.

Her step-father, “The Glenner”, had been too cheap to fly her back home to Oregon from a summer camp in Minnesota, and had arranged for their local minister, Cru Hayward, to pick her up along with his daughter, Lizzie. Phoebe’s sun burned skin ached as she pealed it off the sticky back seat. The air conditioner had broken down in Fargo, and the eight of them were all squeezed in like a pack of cranky sardines.  

Phoebe was going to be spending the rest of her hellish summer with complete strangers in Bismarck, North Dakota on a wheat farm complete with cows, chickens, and one grey mare along with Lizzie’s six cousins.

The car door swung open, and a large man wearing blood stained overalls with extremely bushy eye brows lunged toward them, “Why I wrecken’ it’s been goin’ on five years, Cru! Bout’ time you come home with the kids to work the farm.” He took an oily handkerchief out of his back pocket, and wiped the dripping sweat from his brows; appearing out of breath at the same time. Phoebe took note of how “Bushy Brows” had replaced the word “work” instead of “visit”, and suddenly felt as though a chicken feather was caught in the back of her throat. Cru Hayward looked stiff, and managed to put out his hand to shake Vern’s, but instead was pulled in tightly, and given a bear hug smudging the wet chicken blood on Vern’s overalls directly onto his brothers white Oxford shirt.

As Phoebe entered the farm-house a variety of scents wafted through the steamy air. Lizzie’s Aunt Doodie was nervously leaning over the kitchen sink peeling a large stack of potatoes so high they were beginning to topple off the counter one after another. An extremely obese cat  sat by her feet pushing them across the floor with as little energy possible.  Standing on a small foot stool in front of an old-fashioned *** belly stove stood, Trina, a small child around the age of five who was busy feeding a dog the size of a small pony. She appeared to be in her own unsupervised world; busily shoving strips of steaming barbecued  chicken from a platter into its wet slobbery mouth, and then licking her fingers.

Phoebe glanced into the nearby living room, and noticed the walls were decorated with handmade plaques quoting scriptures from the Bible along with various cheap prints of Jesus; like the kind you’d buy at a church fair. Small miniature figurines decorated the home throughout. An open bible lay on the arm chair of a tattered recliner.  Feeling self-conscious, and out of place, Phoebe tried to hide in one corner as she watched Lizzie hugging her Aunt Doodie’s belly wearing  a hand-made sweat shirt with “Elvis” on the front. Gospel music was playing loudly from the living room. Phoebe mumbled under her breath,  "Where's the donation jar?” Aunt Doodie’s eyes narrowed when she looked at Phoebe, “Did you say something, Dear? What’s your name?” Phoebe managed to croak out her name, and say she was just talking to herself.” Aunt Doodie gave her a wry smile, “Why you’ll have plenty of time to talk to yourself tomorrow in the wheat fields when we get you up to work at 4 a.m., Missy.” Her snarled lips faded, and she continued talking to Lizzie smiling big, “Now where were we, Lizzie darling?”

Phoebe already hated it there. It had been less than five minutes since she arrived. She began to think if she had a money left in her suit cases to take a bus home. She frantically dug in her front jeans pocket, and pulled out a piece of lint, and a dime.  

Lizzie’s cousin’s all stumbled into the kitchen wearing clothing that looked as though it had passed through several millenniums of “Goodwill Store’s” in the 1970’s. Their straw hats hung low over their  eyes, and  Lizzie could tell they were ******.  Lizzie’s cousins had all been stamped out by the same cookie cutter mold like twins. Their ages ranged from seventeen to thirteen, to age five. Trina the youngest being no doubt an accident.  Marty, the oldest at seventeen, wearing a ripped Metallica shirt was the first to speak, “Lizzie look at you! Why you all but growed up on us. I bet you’s the most popular girl in school with that pretty face of yours”. Marty was handsome in a Emelio Estevez actor kind of  way. Phoebe couldn’t help but lick his beautifully sculpted arms, and chest with her eyes; but when he caught her staring she quickly looked down at her shoes. She felt her face burning with embarrassment.

Aunt Doodie turned around swiftly on her bare heal with a large milk pail in her hands. "I'll be back girls. I'm out to the barn to milk the cow for supper. Don't break anything."
  
Twila was sixteen with black eye liner under her eyes, and red lipstick. She suddenly leapt onto Lizzie from behind, and covered her eyes while wrapping her large chicken fried steak fed legs around her. Her hair was curly, and extremely frizzy like it had not seen a comb in it for several years.  Twila whispered, “Hey Lizzie, who’s your dweebie friend? Don’t look like she can smile much. Maybe our cat got her tongue. She looks like one of those uptight city girls!” Lizzie couldn’t hold onto Twila any longer, and tried to drop her down gently. A loud “thud” bounced the floors as she fell. The inside of a nearby china closet rattled as she hit the floor forcing a glass plate to fall, and break. “Ahh  ****! That’s mama’s favorite platter.” Twila looked straight into Phoebe’s eyes, “We’ll just have to blame it on you, Phoebe. You just keep your mouth shut about it!” Ignoring that Twila had just accused her of breaking a platter Phoebe heard Lizzie mumble, “Oh, this here is my friend from home. We both went to summer camp in Minnesota together, and we’re her ride back home to Oregon.” Phoebe at this point was already imagining a large pig shaped nose on Twila's face; and not the kind that was cute. Twila glared, “Looks like you in lots of trouble now city girl”, and walked away with her cousins leaving her to stand alone in the decorated gospel room near the kitchen.

Phoebe wondered if she landed in some kind of Twilight Zone episode that had not been written yet. She decided to go for a walk all alone on the wheat farm until someone called after her for supper. Phoebe was lonely but she was lonely at home with her mom, and step-father too. They always left her to fend for herself, and her mother rarely spoke to her.  Phoebe felt as though it was like living with two ghosts you can hear; but can't see.  Besides, she had decided that this summer would be spent working on her writing. She had always wanted to be an author, after all, she had always noticed everything.
Her thought was broken when she heard someone say, “That sister Twila of mine is mean as a snake. Don’t pay no attention to her. To this day I feel like I must have been adopted. Hi, my name’s Shawna.” Shawna had a beautiful face, and was tall for her age. She stood about 5’8 with long blond hair making her look almost like a mermaid with her fair complexion. “My twin sister, Shaylynn, went into town to rent a movie for us all to watch tonight. We ain’t got internet. I think she said “Back To The Future” was finally available, or maybe it was “Jurassic Park”. Have you met Joel yet? He’s about your age. He’s always hanging around the bowling alley with them local boys. Don't know what they even have to say to one n' other. It's not like anything ever happens in this town.” Shawna seemed like the nicest out of all of Lizzie’s cousins as she reached out to give her a hug. Phoebe smiled politely saying, "If you don't mind I think I'm going to go for a walk. I think I need some air" while waving a quick goodbye.

When she returned from her walk she opened her journal to page one, and this is when it all began to get very interesting.

My Summer In Bismarck & Other Quirky Observations

by, Phoebe Snow

August 7th, 2015

The horizon seems to encircle this entire small farm as if someone drew with an orange crayon around it like a child would on paper, or perhaps with white chalk on the sidewalk. Everywhere I look it seems flat; and at night the moon hangs so low in the sky with the brightest stars next to it than I think I've ever seen in my fifteen years of life. Lizzie's Aunt, and Uncle, and all her cousins talk funny too. It's like they stretch out their "o's" when they speak. Kind of like hearing a bike tire that's going flat with a pin hole in it. It seems forever for it to finally run out of air; and sometimes you just want it over with as fast as possible. That's how they talk. I'm always finishing their sentences in my head ten minutes ago. These people seem so foreign, and yet I know them like a story.

Journal entry: August 16th, 2015

Marty has come into my room. He is standing in the doorway with  his chest pushed out. He is seventeen, and I am fifteen. I know what he wants by the gleam in his eyes. I won't give it to him.

I got up from my bed, and closed the door on his feet. Silently. I left the scent of coconut oil on my body drift toward him. An invitation; but not yet.
This story is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
WGA - copyright 2015
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove November 27th, 2015

This is the start of a novel. Thank goodness for starts.
Dec 2015 · 531
Paint You (A Song)
TigerEyes Dec 2015
You should know by now that everyone see’s
what they want to see
Yeah, their own version of a fantasy

it’s so twisted, and conflicted
it’s so manic n’ sadistic
cause they’ll color you with love
then they'll color you with hate
you better run right now
cause time is run'n late
Oh, and girl --
You’ve met him a million times
Oh yeah,  you've memorized all his lines
cause, it’s a pattern that you know
called the one trick pony show

He likes his women dressed like dolls
(when he decides to finally call)
he rates you on a scale from one to ten
You say -- not this *&%# again!
before you hang up on the phone
you scream, "You're so creepy, and you're lame"
Whoops - I just forgot your name

you'd  end up being the bi*ch or,
you could end up being the saint
or, maybe it's so **** twisted
they really got so addicted
to all the pain, and the pleasure
(you were his little treasure)
that he so sadistically inflicted
Paint you, black —
Paint you, blue —

Yeah, paint you until he’s through
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove December 1st, 2015
Dec 2015 · 357
A Poe Nightmare
TigerEyes Dec 2015
You’re entering the dark shadow if you dare
be very careful when we’re there
I’ll grab a candle; now come with me
and, beware of what you're about to see
it’s going to seem so very real
you’ll be overwhelmed by all you feel
Snap! You’re locked in as we go on down
Clickty-click-clickty-click
it’s the bucket you’re locked in
Down, Down, Down we go
Down to the darkest rabbit hole
Tick, tick, tick do you hear the ticking clock?
the bucket you’re inside begins to rock
You’re now strapped down in a darkened room
next to all these drooling lunes
you begin to hear a creepy tune
Their shrieks are so very loud
they feel amplified in sound
they’re all wearing ***** looking shrouds
You turn to see the grey bars as you resist
and, it’s no use as you begin to twist
you only end up with ****** wrists
Suddenly you’re being pushed in water
and, the water keeps getting hotter
there’s a long needle above your head
you search for a way out of all this dread
you awake in a cold sweat
you wonder if you’re alive or dead
Then you hear that very creepy song
a clock radio’s been playing it all along
You look up into your bathroom mirror
to discover you have disappeared.
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove December 1st, 2015
Dec 2015 · 239
If I Could
TigerEyes Dec 2015
If I could be some kind of God for just a day
I would take all of your pain away
replacing your every crying tear you've ever had, My Dear
turning them into days of sunshine toward the past
I've made plenty of mistakes while you grew up
you were so wonderful to love
heaven sent you to me from above
and, now that you have grown
I wish I could have known
that the same scars given to me as a lass
have now gone onto the next generation's torch to pass
You say that I am dead to you
I pray to God someday that somehow I'll find a way
to stay strong for you, and say
If I could be a God for just a day --
I'd make all your pain, and sadness go away
My daughter I am sending sunshine, and love to you...
Each, and every single day..
I wish that you could see just how precious you are to me...
And these icy tears I cry are just filled with so many questions why...
now my own mother that scarred my heart back when
starting way back before I turned ten...
seems to have convinced you of all her "zen"
it's just so ironic to me that's all...
how all the secrets, and the lies get replaced
I now carry your own Grandmother's disgrace.
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove December 1st, 2015
TigerEyes Dec 2015
It was midnight in Manhattan and the cats were out
they donned themselves with their scarves, and their masks
the caper was set to hit each flat
cause boy were they hungry for some tasty rats
To be in The Feral Cat Club was as cool as it got
See -they'd developed a language that kept them on top
Hell, they ran that town like a bunch of Capone's
but they ran in packs instead of alone
There was Fatty, n' Johnny, and Frankie n' Joe
paired up with Sally n' Bonnie, and Talkie n' Moe
between Broadway, and 42nd they made their move
Meow, meow, meeeeeeeeeeeow,  said Fatty to Moe
(this was the call they needed to duck n' lay low)
It meant The Animal Cat wagon was passing by slow
Meow, mow, said Frankie to all
which told everyone he saw a major haul
Sally whispered she was tired of rats n' could they please try
a wonderful place they had all just passed by
it was the new restaurant with meatballs out back
(cause some lame waiter had thrown out a sack)
So they all had a vote, and the meatballs won
placing white napkins beneath furry whiskers for fun
They're all so glad that they've upgraded their style
Now when you see them they can do nothing but smile!
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove November 30th, 2015
Nov 2015 · 255
One Heart Song
TigerEyes Nov 2015
I have a one heart song
and, it’s dancing in my head
yes, it feels like a warm Spring breeze
and, it’s just around the bend
No, need to wait
let’s write our song
right now instead
we can add some Stars
and, we’ll add our own guitars
we can mix it up a bit
and,
add a string Quartet —

I think this world could use a song
about all that’s good not wrong
they’ll be cheering in the streets
and, dancing to our beat

The sun will begin to shine again
the wars will finally stop
n', end —

I have a song for you
about Red, White, and Blue
it’s about Uniting us
as one
including everyone
the old, the middle—
and, the young

And, they’ll be cheering in the streets
while they’re dancing to our beat

It’s a one heart song
Yes, where everyone gets along.
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove November 29th, 2015
TigerEyes Nov 2015
I can’t think of what’s been lost or, gained
all I know is things are not the same
I’m just standing in rain looking back on us again
wondering, wondering
when it all began to take a fall
was it that rainy night when I had called
and, it wasn’t the sound of you at all
I always thought we could beat the odds
it was gonna be you n’ me against them all
now our forever dream has ended
with just crazy lawyers n’ banks contending
sometimes I don’t even think it’s real
cause I’m so numb that I can’t feel

and, I can’t think of what’s been lost or, gained —
all I know is things are not the same —
yeah, baby not the same
there is no love that has remained
just shattered hearts in shattered glass
of all the dreams that we once had

I’m just standing in the rain looking back on us again
I guess that’s where I may have got it wrong
I guess it’s time for me to move along
don’t know where I’ll be going but I’ve got the dog
and, I’m a blowing
gonna stop this wondering now
this change was destiny somehow.
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove November 29th, 2015
Nov 2015 · 233
Oh, What A Life (A Song)
TigerEyes Nov 2015
Oh, what a life this could have been
if only I’d met you then
I would of stared up into your eyes
and, been smitten by your smiles
We would have danced into the night
until the morning light

Oh, what life with someone as amazing
such as you —
the kind of love that’s shared that’s true
with a man as wonderful as you
dancing, and twirling into the night
until the morning light

A chance meeting would have made this wish
come true
Oh, and what a life —
if dreams were wishes that came true
I would choose to be with you.
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove November 29th, 2015
TigerEyes Nov 2015
A day with friends —
yet you’re all alone
but you can’t help be so entertained
by the engaging dialogue
that’s so insane
you must write these words
upon the page
you must write, and write!
you can’t explain
it’s like an itch
that you must scratch
an annoying tick
or, a nat
You know there are others
(that it’s not just you)
writers with friends…
inside their rooms.
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove November 28th, 2015
Nov 2015 · 408
The Kite & The Anchor
TigerEyes Nov 2015
I liked what you said today
the description you so eloquently
spoke of was raw, and honest
about what it's like to be you
I found myself weeping
when I saw the tears welling up
in your soft blue eyes
and, my heart ached for the sadness
you've bravely endured
You said that you were inside a boat
all alone floating on a huge ocean
that there were other people in their boats too
but they were all too busy with their own lives
too busy to notice you
holding a kite in one hand
and, a heavy anchor in the other
holding on so tightly
so that you would not float up into the sky
or, sink to parish at the bottom of a black sea.
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove November 28th, 2015
TigerEyes Nov 2015
An angel spoke in a dream
offering advice
for a more spiritual life
Settle the mind
settle the soul
I said it was hard
not easily done
meditate more
Then I replied,
I'll pencil that in
between looking for work
n' the sh&te; that I'm in
She whispered,
Relax, relax
I'm right here!
You really have nothing to fear
then I woke,
with angel feathers laying near.
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove November 28th, 2015
Nov 2015 · 238
I Don't Know
TigerEyes Nov 2015
It's okay to say I don't know
since the beginning of time
we've wanted control
through bloodied fields
through embittered wars
searching for answers
for more and, more
looking out
instead of in
always outside
not within
causing confusion
confessing sins
dream like illusions
the only conclusion...
is that I don't know a thing.
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove November 28th, 2015
Nov 2015 · 535
Bismarck Bessie
TigerEyes Nov 2015
Bismarck Bessie was her name
n’ she could shoot as well
as Calamity Jane
She could out run those bad boys
(like Jesse James)
riding her horse backwards
n’ put ‘em to shame
Now, Bismarck Bessie was on her game
Ahead of her time that’s for sure
cause she was all about women's rights
Oh, she raised some hell
and, liked to spit n’ fight
n’ speak her mind
Hell, on any night!
She had a flame in her soul
and, furious eyes
that could light up a room
when she spotted lies
She was brave, and bright
n’ true to herself
never believe’n in some White Knight
Oh, sure there was Bill n’ Bobby
and, Robbie Joe…
one things for sure
this I know…
Bismarck Bessie was true to her soul.
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove November 28th, 2015
Nov 2015 · 178
When I Wake
TigerEyes Nov 2015
When I wake from a peaceful slumber
wrapped up next to you
curl my fingers gently
and, tell me that it’s true
that I am yours forever
forever cradle me inside your heart
then whisper you’ll return to me soon.
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove November 28th, 2015
Nov 2015 · 288
North Star
TigerEyes Nov 2015
There is a ship sailing upon an ocean
and, that ocean my love is you
where blue tides are pulled, and stirred
by heart strings upon the moon
where I will  always be your faithful North Star
forever shining my guiding light on you.
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove November 28th, 2015
Nov 2015 · 379
Twilight Moon
TigerEyes Nov 2015
Under the twilight moon I see you upon dew kissed grass
hushed inside your thoughts of whispering leaves
blowing above you
a whimsical smile greets me
just as I look into your eyes
and, I am reminded again
how much I love you
two hearts beating together,
entwined forever
underneath the memory of a twilight moon.
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove November 28th, 2015
Nov 2015 · 278
When (A Song)
TigerEyes Nov 2015
When it feels like it's been raining for too long
through endless days and endless nights /it's been the same old
story/yeah, the same **** fights
you've endured ice cold silence
through ice cold rain and ice cold nights
yeah n' you never thought you'd be the one to walk away
but that's exactly where you find yourself today
because in the end there's really nothing you can say
yeah, you finally have to be the one to walk away
to keep from getting rained on everyday
and, you know there will always be things you're going to miss
like the way he used to look at you before each kiss
Oct 2015 · 411
Irish Night Sky
TigerEyes Oct 2015
My Irish night sky looks like a painted dream
a joyful moon smiles at glistening stars
glowing luminous, and larger than it seems
a mystic, and lover of the ocean sea
a pirate, a sailor
a gypsy Queen
dancing to music while I sing
under a night sky
a painted dream
wild for freedom
Alas, forever --
your gypsy Queen.
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove October 16th, 2015
Oct 2015 · 422
In Memory
TigerEyes Oct 2015
In memory of a flower that did not grow
its grey ashes lay forgotten in the snow
left to dry its spirit inside a soft Spring wind
whispering a message to their next of kin
carrying a hope, and prayer from within
that their cherished flowers never see
a war that kills beauty, and humanity
In memory of a flower that did not grow
its innocence, and number are all I know.
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove October 9th, 2015
Oct 2015 · 434
iMagine-Nation (A place)
TigerEyes Oct 2015
imagination is a destination
a kind of wonderful…
hallucination
meet me there in rainbow sky’s
home of sanctuary blissful sighs  
where pastel meadows in pinks,
and reds
see, roses spring near river beds
hear the joy of winged angels sing
praising love, and harmony
while dreamlike shadows —
watch over you, and me.
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove October 16th, 2015
Oct 2015 · 273
When (A Fairytale Story)
TigerEyes Oct 2015
The little Princess looked up at the giants
asking them a question with defiance
“When will I be big? When will I be strong?
I want to leave this place right now.
You see, I don’t think that I belong.”
The giants looked down upon her
(as if they were both quite sure)
“You are a slave. Now be quiet, and behave.
You’ll never be big
You’ll never be strong
You are a slave, and it is here that you belong”
The little Princess knew this was wrong
for she had a faint memory of a Castle,
and rings, and lots of shiny things
of pony’s, and toys
where she was loved by a King,
and Queen with joy.
The little Princess grew up beautiful, and strong —
she sang music, and she wrote songs
Then one day in the forest
she met a Prince who’s name was Lawrence
he’d heard her sing a lovely song
and,
he began to sing along —
he said, “Your parents have been searching for you so long”
and, with tears in her eyes
she whispered,
“You mean I have wings to fly?”
“Yes”, he replied
then he pulled her up so high
shooting under a moonlit sky
to a Castle where she belonged
and, when she woke up
she'd been dreaming all along.
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), Krisselle S. Cosgrove October 8th, 2015
Next page