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14.9k · Feb 2015
The Color Blue
TigerEyes Feb 2015
I call out your name from another room
but your mind is trapped inside the color blue
I want to pull you out of shattered glass --
from all that haunts you in your past  
you are here but you're still there
where bombs, and blood are everywhere --
lost in the color blue while you're
wandering from room to room  
you are trapped inside the color blue
I keep searching for an open door
to tell you that you're home from war
you are here but you're still there
trapped inside the color blue
but, I keep searching from room to room
forever, and ever until I've found you.
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3.2k · Feb 2015
Hummingbird
TigerEyes Feb 2015
I watched a hummingbird
hovering, suspended
during flight
wishing
I could be it
for one night
it looked so free
without a care
at the same time
so aware
that life was good
it understood
He flew away
to let me know
he couldn't stay
reminding me
to enjoy my day.
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3.0k · Dec 2015
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.
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Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove December 13th, 2015
TigerEyes May 2014
I was once an old '36 Ford truck driven by a very well loved man
who's face lit up so brightly carrying his tackle box of bate n' hooks
with his grandchildren by his side, and fishing poles in his hand
I loved the sound of their sweet voices when they'd climb onto my back
I carried them safely home, along with the salmon held inside their sacks
I'm very old and rusty now, but I think of them on summer days
as the sun glimmers in the distance on familiar seashore bays,
while listening to great grandchildren laughing so happily at play.
Dedicated to my Grandpa & that old 1936 Ford truck

© 2014
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.
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This is the start of a novel. Thank goodness for starts.
2.4k · Mar 2015
I'll See Ya Later
TigerEyes Mar 2015
I got some drama /Yeah-uh/with some haters
All I can say is I'll have to see you later
Cause I've got my own thing
Yeah, I've got my bling bling
n' now I know you're all just hate'n on my ching-ching
cause I'm so happy designing clothes
Yeah-uhh, you so want a pair of those
it makes me sing out loud/heck yeah/ I'm so **** proud yeah-uh/ I love to own it/yeah-uh--cause I love to show it
n' I'm so happy to be alive/yeah uhh/I'm groove'n with a smile
creating jewelry and, my line of clothes
you're so drooling over those
Oh, yeah-uh/you know ya wanna own it
Yeah/I'm so happy to be a girl who's on her game
I'm make'n bling with my own name
And it's not like I'm all that
uh, hell no/I ain't no kinda stuck up brat
I keep it real/Yeah-Uh-- I keep it low
I keep it classy like a cat-eyed 90210
I pass some girls /Yeah--uh, out on the street
n' when they give me that nasty bitchface look
you know the one with shark fish hooks
it's the one up n' down/then so slyly to the ground
Yeah-uh, you flash up from my face/and, then so slyly to my feet
while I pass them on the street
they check my ***
Yeah-uh --
the bitchface pass
I got some drama /Yeah-uh/with some haters
All I can say is I'll have to see ya later
Cause I've got my own thing
Yeah, I've got my bling bling
n' I'm so happy to be groove'n to my own thing
So sing it now/Yeah-uh/come join me now
If you can afford this kinda look/you're gonna love the second looks
Cause you gotta swing it like you own it/yeah-uhh you got to get down low n' own it/Yeah-uh/cause girls like us we like to show it/Yeah-uh we love to dress up all couture/n' swagger with allure/
n' when haters pass/as they're checking out my ***/I say...
I'll see ya later
*I say goodbye
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Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove March 31st, 2015

Dedicated to the Tiger in your life
TigerEyes Oct 2013
The song goes on...
like a torch
you must pass it along
to the others you meet
on this journey/on the street
so they don't feel alone
to help them know they're needed
that they're strong..
everyone belongs
so learn to hum this song...
to the sounds all around
you'll hear it in the whistle of a train
in the drip of the rain...
to the drums on the street
in the all souls you'll ever meet..
it's found in the rhythm of their heartbeat
go on n' sing it now/pass it along
it's just a song ...
but it will help others to become strong.
© 2013

This was originally "Rock My Soul". I had tap a dancing chorus, (clickity-clack/two beats up/one beat down), and "all kinds" of things going on. **Note to self: Don't put your iPod on "shuffle". ; ) I decided to just cut and paste part of the poem.

This is a work in progress...for sure! : )
2.0k · Nov 2014
I Was Never...
TigerEyes Nov 2014
I was never going to be okay in your eyes
because my eyes are not blue
they're green...
I was never going to be a perfect Vogue model in your eyes
because I'm not anorexic enough for you
I was never going to be smart enough in your eyes
because I'm still learning
I was never going to be quiet enough for you...
because I'm a woman with opinions
I was never going to be a mindless ***-kitten in your eyes
because I'd rather read a book on physics
I was never going to be a hot brunette to you...
because I'm a blonde.

Your charade exists because of this..
the hate you hide
is all inside
the flaws you see
are not in me.

You hung me up
like a mirror on your wall
n' you glance at me
from down the hall...
you see in my eyes
but can't recognize the lies
you've told yourself
this ****** stuff
that made you think
you're not enough...

I am just the mirror.
© Krisselle S. Cosgrove
1.5k · Dec 2014
A Feather In The Wind
TigerEyes Dec 2014
Have you ever tried to catch a feather in a gust of wind?
It's in your fingers it's in your hands
then it slips away, and - it's gone again
I am a feather in a gust of wind you'll see me once
but never twice and I'll be kind. Yes, I'll be nice
but I'm your mystery that adds some spice

I never stay I always go I'm the answer you'll never know

I am floating past you above the ground
moving faster than the speed of sound
slowing down in a playful way just to make you wish I'd stay
casting magic in the air I cast illusions on my way

I am a feather in a gust of wind I slip away then I'm gone again
like a mystery you want to know
you'll wish you knew where I go
I'm the feather you can not catch cause' I'm the girl you'll never know
© Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Jul 2013
I have vanished like the wind
that circles around a windmill
never returning back
but going outward
pushing birds in flight
rising
so that I may touch
the deep blue sky
with my golden wings
dipping...
to get a better view
below
I have vanished like the wind
that blows white dandelions
in the air
so that I may be silhouetted by the sun
when I am kissed by light
I now float
with anticipation...
seeking a resting place
somewhere in the ground
planting myself again
where I can be loved
by the sun and the rain...
until another breeze takes me again....
I have vanished like the wind
out of sheer necessity
from your silence
forcing me to move on
pushing upward...
always now,
around the stars
and the moon...
I have vanished from your silence
I am blowing in the wind
waiting to be loved again.
© 2013
TigerEyes Sep 2014
The eyes behind the camera reveal truth hidden in the shadows
in foreign countries like ****** Alley.
A story to be told--
through the camera that I hold...
men,  women, and children running for freedom...
how their fate was sealed..
because the truth is revealed ...
about how they heard the shots
the bullets coming/they heard the sound
their arms spread out like eagles/as they hit the silent ground
one bullet to the heart was their taker
that made them meet their maker...
Flesh n' blood like you n' me
(the shutter release is clicking away/whirring away)
capturing the stillness of these souls on this rainy Winter day...
Why does freedom
have to look this way?
With open mouths n' open eyes
they've been cheated from their lives.
n' the eyes behind the camera choke back tears...
in ****** Alley...
that a bullet took them away like a souvenir.
© 2014 Krisselle S. Cosgrove
1.2k · May 2015
She's So...
TigerEyes May 2015
Oh, Oh --
She's so Tiger Chic
yeah, she's the kinda woman
the kind you wanna meet--
when you pass her  
when you pass her on the street--
it could be in London /it could be in L.A.
a starry night in New York
or, in the middle of the day
you'll just be so happy
she happened across your way--

Oh, Oh -- and she's so Tiger Chic --
she's so badass in the Boardroom
she's even badass when she's sweet
Oh, Oh --  a badass kinda woman
the kind you really wanna meet.

Oh, Oh --and she's so Tiger Chic
she's doing calculous in her head--
n' she wants it poetic in her bed--
Oh -n' btw, she wants the pre-nup before she even weds--

She's an independent woman
yeah, she's so on her game
she's the kinda woman
that's gonna hyphenate her name

Oh, Oh-- n' she's so Tiger Chic
the kinda woman
you'd beg to meet.
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#love
1.2k · Dec 2015
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.
TigerEyes Jul 2013
I had a dream I was dreaming..
implying strong aspirations of optimism
indicating my wishful thinking
that I was a small child
blonde, and fair without a care
fluent in French
along with emotional intelligence
ahead of my time
in feminine wile
I was acting out a play
animated in every way
drawing a crowd
all the grown ups watched
smiling at me
imagining a bright future
at least that's what I dreamed...
they could all see...
then I turned into a Chimpanzee
swinging from tree to tree.
© 2013

*Based on a dream I had last night.
TigerEyes Sep 2014
My Gemini man understands
everything that I am
n' when we are together
his touch feels like a magic feather
I get chills up n' down my spine
cause he whispers words so soft, and kind
n' he appreciates what's on my mind...
n' he listens to what I say...
I appreciate all his ways...
I didn't know that love could feel like this...
there's no drama / just peaceful bliss
Oh, how I love his tender kiss.
n' he loves the way I dance n' sway
to the music he he gently plays
knowing every note inside my soul
the riffs are hot ~ like awesome
rock n' roll
Yeah,
My Gemini Man feels like home...
n'  I know I'll never feel alone
whenever he's around
time fly's at the speed of sound
So this is the song that I'm sending him...
until I'm back in his loving arms, again.
© 2014 Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Sep 2014
The tiger is strong in character, strong in body
strong in mind...
they are amazing animals
one of a kind.

The tiger utilizes complete follow through with each strike with the intention of penetrating and destroying his or, her target.

What happens to the Tiger when they get scared?
Do they know fear at all
when their back gets pushed up against a wall?

I know a Tiger...
She's a fighter...
Her head has been held under water
Yet. Still.
She remains strong
She reminds herself that she's someone's daughter
Royal & True
These are the attributes of her
She has been scarred, and mistreated..
but by no means is she defeated...
Her eyes have a speck of gold that flickers in the night...
they light up at the sign of danger
she uses her keen sense of hearing along with her sight

No. A tiger does not know fear.
She doesn't weep. She has no tears.

She does not fear, does not hesitate, and does not regret.
And..
You'll recognize her the moment we've met.
© 2014 Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Apr 2015
Rattle Snake Bob came swaggering in
with a gun in his boots n' smell'n like gin
He had one green eye, and a wandering blue
make'n ya wonder which one was look'n at you
With burry vision, and a sloppy slur
the swanky restaurant went silent in a minute, or two --
cause he was standing bear *** naked wear'n just a single shoe
waving his gun up in the air --
with last nights Chili n' gum mixed in his hair
My- oh -my how everyone stared
everyone knew to hit the deck
when the bullets went fly'n and bouncing like heck
See --
Rattle Snake Bob had a twin named Rob
who'd gone to Princeton and was a total snob
he'd majored in golf n' minored in Law
with a penchant for ladies...
that were dating ...*Bob
1.1k · Sep 2015
Ken & Barbie
TigerEyes Sep 2015
Ken and Barbie drive around
in their matchbox cars in my small town
its bright yellow with a stripe you'll see
how hard they try, and wanna be
admired by everyone /including me
stepford wives, and soccer moms
stepford husbands mowing lawns
with perfect twins that keep them in
competition to hide their sins
their tongues spew knives from their lips
about a neighbor that's not so hip...
they're so busy judging everyone
they don't notice flowers in the sun
words, or art -- or people like me
that don't fit in the picture they see
I stand alone in my small town
while Ken, and Barbie drive around.
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TigerEyes Jul 2015
Beware of the kindness of strangers
it may be a minute too late
Ah, you have a light bulb moment
just a minute too late
that they were just users
and, lions in wait
when you find out the danger
of trusting others
who desire your favors
Ah, just a minute too late
justifying all of their hate
strangers disguised as angels
living as devils, and spreading their lies
you wish right now you'd looked into their eyes
Ah, your light bulb moment
all because...
* it was a minute too late.
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TigerEyes Sep 2014
There's a sailor that I know
a type of guy that gives me love
Yeah, but then he picks up ~ Yeah, just he just goes...
Sailing off
to another port that he knows
Surprising me each n' every time
when he has an extra dime...
to have the ***** to up n' call..
as if nothing happened
between us ~ at all
I'm not some Yo-Yo you can play...
whenever
you decide you want to stay...
So listen carefully
to what it is ~ I have to say...
"Hey Sailor ~ Hey Sailor
Go take your ******* to another store
Cause' I'm not buying here ---
anymore---!!
Oh, Sailor don't you see
You can't ever be with me...
Yeah--
'Cause, I've bought a vowel, or two
Yeah..
I've gone n' caught a big *** clue---
of the ***** Sailor inside you---
Yeah, go ahead n' sail away
You can't ever come back n' stay
cause, Sailor -- it's over - Yeah, it's the end
You can't treat me like this again.
© 2014 Krisselle S. Cosgrove
1.0k · Aug 2015
Luck Dragon
TigerEyes Aug 2015
I have a luck dragon
and, he flys me through the sky
I have a luck dragon that never says goodbye
he flys me on his wings
high up in the sky
through storms, and rain
through all my trauma, and all my pain
I have a luck dragon
he's here to stay
he always wipes
every tear away.
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Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove August 19th, 2015
TigerEyes Jan 2014
You enter this mysterious world
with trepidation..
and some hesitation
but you're the hero of your own story
seeking glory
there's no turning back now
you must accept your fate
what will you gather
or, learn on your journey
this Odyssey of adventures--
while on all of your travels?
There will be dragons to slay
and, some kind of transformation--
morphing you into a Prince or Princess
much to your dismay
but you're up for the ride
because there's really no place to hide..
You must go on
at all cost
because you're the hero of your own story
you get to write how you win
do you go down in flames riddled with sin?
There's always a fork in the road
for all the seeds you have sewn
A rite of passage--
you get to choose...
savage.
sinner...
or, saint.
© 2014
Inspired by,  Joseph Campbell  : )
999 · Jan 2016
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.
TigerEyes Sep 2014
Watch me fly through the sky
high, high, high
My back's pushed up against the wall
it's do or die, die, die...
Sorry haters I've got to fly
high, high, high..
I'm not hanging around here
I won't drink your cheap beer
This girl likes diamonds, and roses...
European Yachts made by pro's
Yeah, so watch me fly
up in the blue sky
so high, high, high
it's do -- or, die, die, die..
I won't let anyone take me down
go ahead if you're dressed like clowns
I'll knock you out in one punch
Cause,
I've been blessed with a vision/Yeah, a hunch
that it's my time to fly
high, high, high...
Cause it's do,
or, Baby
die---die---die--
Gonna fly
high, high, high.
© 2014
971 · Jan 2015
Small Town Blues
TigerEyes Jan 2015
It's just another day in this sleepy little town
n' I know you dream about when your
ship will come on 'round
Yeah, I know you dream of bigger things
in your beautiful young life
Yeah, I know you don't want to be
just somebody's wife --
in this sleepy little town --
that you don't like hang'n 'round--
You wanna go where no one knows your name
Yeah, I know you want live where nothing is the same
I've watched you try to smile
with big tear drops in your eyes
Yeah, when you hear those lies they say
just as you turn n' walk away---
So go on girl n' pack your bags today--
go n' live your life
your way--
Yeah, just go on n' fly away--
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TigerEyes Jul 2013
It's untitled because I'm still dreaming it up
designing their costumes
applying their make-up
I think one of them should say funny things
bringing the audience to their knees
Yeah...
the ideas are pouring in
Okay, I've got it
Act I
FADE IN:
that's where I'll begin
You never know what Zoe will say next...
she'll be hysterically funny, and very complex
(playing my protagonist)
bringing bubbles of joy
(even to my antagonist)
Yeah..
Zoe tends to do funny things
not even realizing the laughter she brings
because everyone will see themselves
in the situational stories she tells...
Act II
Zoe loses her shoes...
she thinks they're magic
(it will seem quite tragic)
maybe you'll cry
and, you won't know why
you'll just find it sad
to watch a person that's normally so happy, and glad
just to be in this world
to have emotions that swirl
you'll be cheering for her
to get back to the way things were
before she thought she lost her shoes
the ones she thinks are magic
(she's gonna have the blues)
I'll write a transition here
it comes from, Carlos Diaz, he'll be a true friend...
(he'll help her transcend)
Act III
Zoe finds her magic shoes
(but she'll have to pay some kind of price, or fee)
I'll have her find a key that will make her see...
that she can get back to the way things were
before she began to swerve
thinking life had way too many curves
(it seems so unlike her)
Yeah, he'll help her get back to the beginning
when she found humor in the darkest places
even in the eyes, and expressions of the all the strange faces
that had been tossed her way...
because her imagination was busy at play
Yeah..
You'll be so happy for her
that she's finally back to the way things were
her friend, Carlos Diaz...
he'll be the one to remind her of all the joy she can bring
(by this point you'll all want to sing)
because Zoe can find humor in almost anything.
© 2013

Inspired by my wonderful friend, Carlos Diaz. "Thank you".
Currently a story in development that's begging to be imagined, and written.
934 · Mar 2015
For All The Dreamers
TigerEyes Mar 2015
For all the dreamers who always knew
their whispered dreams can come true
to keep creating from thin air
even when facing complete despair
you toil through long hard days, and nights
never really giving up the need, or fight
for all the joy, and good that's light

You're touching lives inside your whispered dreams
listening for each word like a conscious stream
you wake to write what you've dreamed at night
grasping each shape to form it right
these whispered dreams they keep happening
like a familiar song you must sing.
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928 · Apr 2015
Drifting
TigerEyes Apr 2015
I am drifting
drifting
I have no home
I am like a weightless
rolling stone
out on the water/out on my own
drifting/drifting
I am all alone
no attachments
to any love
only blue sky
and, white clouds
up above
I am water
I am air
drifting
drifting
everywhere
I do not want
I do not know
I am like a weightless
rolling stone
drifting
drifting
that is all I know
I am now
I am then
I keep
drifting/drifting
again,
again --
a million stars
a million breathes
without a memory of any *deaths
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915 · Jan 2015
Walk Away
TigerEyes Jan 2015
You've made it clear that I will never whisper
Dear
And, I will never call out your name
You've made your point, Oh yes, you've made it clear
that pain is all you want to inflict on me
Dear
You've cheated and you've lied
I've seen your stupid truck parked outside
when you've come around n' spied --
I am walking away from this home
that you've forced me to sell on my own
with your bitchface lawyer on your side
n' your puffed up chest filled with pride --
So that you could say that you took me down
I guess that makes you feel like you're a man
because you enjoy inflicting pain when you can
to the woman that once gave you all her love
let me tell you I am going to rise above
I am going to walk away and not look back
I am going to make sure my heart is left intact
So go on an' try to inflict more pain on me...
my back is the only thing you'll ever see
Cause you'll never know where to find me again
and, you'll realize that the pain you've tried to send
will have come to a final end.
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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.
TigerEyes Apr 2014
-13-
I've been reading the diary I kept
an entry for everyday I lived
each night before I slept.
Elton John was my everything
cherry lip gloss n' faded jeans
winning my first spelling bee
my first kiss/his first slap
made the boy step on back.
Laughy taffy with good friends
Bubble Gum/******* Jacks
First Crush/Late Night
(gave my mom a total fright)
-14-
"Kenny Johnson"
Just three words...
"Oh, my god!"
I'm gonna die..
I'm in love with his blue eyes.
Ice Skating/Track Meets
hungry all the time
First job really bit...
worked so hard to be a hit
Fast forward...
-15-
Innocence
I want a Prince
Tough year/Tons of fear
(Does everyone feel this weird?)
Football games/Friday nights
SNL, and Popcorn Fights
Mean Girls show up here
I kick their bums to the curb
(They don't ever cross this nerd)
Summer Camp way out West
College Boys are the best!
J.D. Salinger made me cry
when I read..
"The Catcher In The Rye"
-16-
No more entries after this...
Just these memories of when I was..
just a young girl in search of love.































and read a ton of books...
I dreamed of being a writer someday
(extremely kind with a complex mind)
and sporting killer looks.
© 2014
851 · Mar 2015
In My Imagination
TigerEyes Mar 2015
There on the cliffs
I spread my arms
over the sea
I reach for thee...
The room is still
I hear the ticking of the clock
I seek solace
  as the ocean crashes against the rocks
These words, these words they're all I have
beckoning me home again, and again
You hold me tight
  while we're in flight
we soar, we soar, to dizzying heights
my white gown flutters
all through the night
Tick, tick, tick
and, there's the hum in the room
inside stars
it's just the sound of my cocoon
Oh, how I never want to leave this place
in my imagination I've found grace.
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TigerEyes Jun 2015
I am just a child but my mama say I wild
she say I best get dressed for Jesus or, I gonna burn up in hell fire
So mama n' me we got dressed up n' walked to Jesus land
cause we goen to a Jesus house n' listen to the holy preacher man
They gonna pass the basket round'n' round'
while them choir boys sing they sounds
cause we supposed to give everythin' we can
Yeah, give everything we got to the holy preacher man.
In Jesus land we give n' give -
give it all to the ol'
preacher man.
Don't got no money for food
we sure ain't got no money for rent
cause we be live'n by a river in a ****** ol' torn up tent
but preacher man he say to bow our head
yeah,  to pray n' then repent
I am just a small child but this sure don't make no sense.
Yeah, I am just a small child n' my mama say I wild
I sure don't wanna burn up n' what they call the lake of fire
that ol' basket sure got full real fast
when dat' basket went on past
mama, she put her last quarter in --
to protect us from all our sins
and, dat' devil sin'n man
Now I know that I am just a child of five
but I don't think dat' make me wild
preacher man he the one drive'n a big ol' fancy car
Yeah, he drive'n a big ol' fancy car with they shiny white wall tires
So dats' why I gonna grow up n' be a preacher man
gonna tell them folks of wild child's....
to give everything they can.
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It is not my intention to offend anyone with this poem. Flannery O' Conner was so ahead of her time. I love "all people" of every race, color, religion, and creed. This was inspired by her work that I read last summer.
TigerEyes Nov 2014
K is the letter for forceful action
it's not a letter
that likes distraction..
In the light
it shines in white
in the dark
it's no
"walk in the park"
Nonconformist
Defiant
it's
Misunderstood...
R stands for ****
romance
ravishing..
robust...
it rhymes with lust...
S stands for slinky
sultry
****
soft
yet, sassy
n' everything silky...
The KRS letters
all together
make her slinky n' soft
n' she's everything...
bold
be careful with her..
she's a challenge to hold.
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!
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TigerEyes Jul 2013
Welcome to your new day
where life it seems
is nothing more than a string of dreams
n' the people you've met upon the stage
were sitting inside a little cage
and Rod Serling has been directing this whole time
(he's been telling you how to say your lines)
You've been arguing for a better part
because you know it's not the end that counts...
you want a choice in where you start...
but he's just informed you it's too late
you've already chosen to participate
you'll have to do the best you can...
a dream he's entitled: your life span...
now you're kicking
and, just screaming
he says hold on ...calm down
I'll see who I can bring around
You're completely sarcastic at this point...
"Oh, right. Like you can bring John Lennon, or Elvis to this joint?!"
You hear, "they're on another gig..."
(so you ask for help from someone really--- big)
He kind of laughs, and then he says...
"I've been telling you to wake up this whole time...
you don't even need to spend a dime
it's called free will, man...
can't you see?
Besides...
You've got way more pull to ask than me!"
© 2013
810 · Jun 2015
Saints & Sinners
TigerEyes Jun 2015
In this world the Saints are Sinners and, Black n' White.
The cops are haters, and they start the fights.

I hear their victims scream at night. Yes--it feels like one big game of chess
where I'm the pawn n-- I'm moved around; can't make sense of up or down.

Never knew this place exists. I got cuts n' bruises on my wrists.

Saints with guns Saints are Sinners with Sinning Sinners that act like nuns.''Black is White". "Yes" means "No." "Up is "Down" cause the Sherrif's got me turned around.

That's right. Turned broad upside down n' kicking me, and I'm in tears --
that's right. Turned  broad upside down n' kicking me on then ground
---Oh, God --- Oh, God --- never planned to end up here.
this place is *****, and bleeding fear

Oh, God -- Oh God, wipe away my tears.
TigerEyes Jan 2014
Maria..
A quiet little girl
with blue eyes
and big brown curls
she would sit for hours
depriving herself of sleep
for days
imagining characters
making up plays
In her dreams ...
she floated on clouds with angel wings
there she heard the sound of violin strings
rocking her to sleep each night...
where her imagination would take flight.
© 2014
Developing a short story based on this idea. I just got started on it today. : )
TigerEyes Jun 2014
Eye of Horus
I face the north
Hale the angels
I raise the torch
A pinch of salt...
  A silver moon
Dragon's blood ..
I sing a tune..
I dance for him,
in the room...
I love the sin...
where I start
he begins
stretching arms
wanting more,
  ecstatic charms.
© 2014
796 · Dec 2015
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.
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788 · Dec 2014
A Life In Pages
TigerEyes Dec 2014
You don't remember turning the pages
or, landing on the milestones
all the roads, and darkened alleys that you've run,
perhaps walked,
hitch hiked -- or, driven
the pages you've dreamed
or, written
some of the rooms you've entered
were in darkness, and some in light
some of the rooms
you flew into --
while you dreamed at night.
Right now you find yourself
in the middle
between black, and white
much like the grey in life
today,
used to be yesterday
yesterday was last week
last week was last month
last month was last year
now you find yourself
exactly,
here
in the middle
reflecting upon
a life in pages
with many more chapters to write
filling them up
without grey
everyday
embracing
adventure, laughter, and love --
a bright yellow sun shines above
while you sail around the world
writing the rest of your life in pages
with every color of the rainbow.
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788 · Nov 2014
(Explicit) Raining Tears
TigerEyes Nov 2014
He stole something from her bed
and, it began messing with her head...
A Greek man came into her home
late at night when she was all alone
A naive girl who had wanted to learn a bit
about the culture of this ******
she regretted ever
meeting him
nearly scrubbing off
her entire skin
and, while her tears ..
like water rained on down
her sobs fell deafly to the ground...
for what seemed like hours, and hours...
while she stood weeping
in her shower.
© Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Jan 2014
In the jungle of humanity
painted walls of white
all of them suffering the same plight
strangers sat together exchanging polite glances
hoping for a chance
to reach for the American Dream
one that had somehow slipped through their fingers
it seems...
wanting to keep their dignity
reaching for a life that shines--
Oh, so brilliantly.
© 2014
778 · Jan 2016
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.
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TigerEyes Oct 2013
Her children have all grown
off to college
with great expectations all of their own
they're too busy
to pick up the phone...
so she sits all alone
and talks to her cat
(that sits on her lap)
staring at her
with an inquisitive look
(as if reading a book)
pages of years...
stories of tears
laughter and pain
jumping in puddles in the pouring rain
first day of school
standing up to bully's that are cruel
Halloween lights
pajama party
nights
flying kites
Picnics and plays
on sunny days
Tooth fairy's
milestones
anniversary's
skinned knees
bandades
sunscreen
bee stings
Calamine
Valentines
Art classes
guitar lessons
Thanksgiving
blessings..
(tick-tock/tick-tock)
goes the clock on the wall
that's witnessed it all...
now that she's all alone
her children all grown
except the purr of her cat
who sits on her lap
with an inquisitive look
as if reading a very good book.
© 2013
TigerEyes Jul 2013
Can you hear the call above the fray?
You can frighten it away
just translate a latin charm this way...
"By all the powers of the Earth and Sea"
lift my spirit up to thee
shine your light into me
"By all the might of the Earth and Sun"
allow me peace to be at one...
I hear the call above the fray
refusing to shrink, or run away
my transformation has now begun
and, thy will for me
to be done.
Face your fears
don't run away...
hear the call above the fray
Quiet your mind in troubled times
when life appears to be unkind
know that you are deeply loved
from high above
and all around
it may show up in a simple sound...
watch for patterns along with signs
they'll show up in serendipitous designs
a web
an owl
a bird
a flower...
a sound
a phrase
a star...
a gaze
a smile...
on the face of a friend,
reflecting everything the Universe can send.
© 2013

I'm a big believer in acting "as if..." and I love the poem that Emily Dickinson wrote below:

“Hope” is the thing with feathers
BY EMILY DICKINSON
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
754 · Jan 2016
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.
TigerEyes Jan 2014
I find myself now
left in a puddle of tears
wondering how
as I look out our bedroom window
like a bereft widow
daydreaming
what we could have seen
together
wishing so hard
for what might have been...
after year ten
But I'm on a new train now...
blow'n down the tracks
blazing toward my future...
I won't look back.
© 2014
TigerEyes Jan 2014
It was raining on that starry night...
Softly leaning in
she whispered...
"Meet me at midnight"
before turning away
a million days flew by....
when he remembered her eyes
somehow the meeting was missed
(they never did kiss)
it was a cold starry night
in the pouring rain...
they were boarding a train
catching her hand
he spun her around
and fell to the ground
whispering...
"Meet me at midnight
© 2014
I might add a few more lines to this later. Hope the muse kicks in... ; )
TigerEyes Sep 2014
FADE IN:

V.O.
(sultry female voice)

I'm that girl..
(you know the one)
she strolls into an Advanced Creative Writing class
wearing leopard skin boots
designer jeans
smelling like coconut
Swaggering Confidence
like she owns the room
You feel her energy
when her skin brushes up against yours
it's so electric
and, you're the guy that sits down across from her
just wishing she'd look your way
(but I don't)
my focus is on my professor.
He loves that I stare at him occasionally
as I take notes
and, it makes him blush
causing him to turn away
nervously
as if being caught...
"thinking those naughty thoughts"
I'm the girl that works really hard
but -- everything comes so easily.
Yeah,
I'm the girl that gets an A+ every time.
And -- you just might be the guy
that hates me for it.
© 2014 Krisselle S. Cosgrove
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