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 Jan 2015 M Tamura
andy fardell
Ears that bleed
On a call not wanted
Eyes doth weep
Cries
On these scenes of a madness

All in a day
For the eve of this Christmas
For done is the will
Tis cherished
Our life

Your time is not measured
It's us as we
Are
Lucky to live
Be born from this star

Christmas
This Christmas
Remember the fell
Do bless all the loved ones
So live
Live it well
 Jan 2015 M Tamura
Echo
~Sunshine~
 Jan 2015 M Tamura
Echo
I look out the window,
To the busy streets,
And I think of you.
You linger on my mind.
You give me a calming peace.
Sometimes it's hard to open my eyes and be alone,
So if I close them, everything becomes easier.
Still anticipating our day.
I am always yours.
She gave me toast and a side of eggs
One Coke, I said, but she gave me two for just in case
I smiled at her but we both knew I didn't mean it

I look to all the wrong idols for proof that I was made for greater things than this
I feel distressed when the sun doesn't set beautifully enough for my liking
As if the only anchor stopping me from flying away is expected to entertain me to the fullest when I ask

A boy shows me the ocean;
He says baby,
Come watch the water with me
And I light up like a torch and dream of the day when I can wake up to such an incredible view
Just like the one he's prepared for me
With sea foam and shells and hidden secrets in the footprints left by strangers and left by us

I was about to jump, I was about to take that plunge

My vision narrows and I crash back into my body and stare out a glass window
Past the ***** road and cold shoulders
To the plains beyond where the grass is brown and muddy and the trees look sunken and sad
And I remember that I am just a girl chasing pretty sunsets in the great Midwest of America
A tear drop streaks down my face into my Coke and I whisper,
I have to be made for greater things than this
I have to be
 Jan 2015 M Tamura
Amanda
A single eyelash, one orchird petal and a flannel shirt button.

She kept them in an old shoebox sandwiched against old sneakers with laces knotted like lovers, old yellowing papers and letters. All of which had dated back 5, seven, 11, twenty-1, 29 years ago.

All of them incongruous objects, but they all belong in the past.
I outgrew them, my mind memorized all the words on those pages.
Once from a person I knew.

I don't love him.
Lie

I loved him.
past tense

I had loved him.
still past-tense

I love him.
*Present tense. It's now.
Happy New Year to you, you and you!
I am excited, nervous and eeek about what this year will bring.
xo
P.S The phrase "Knotted like lovers" is a quote from Jodi Picoult's Handle With Care.
P.P.S It is a beautiful novel.
It's cold in here
beneath flesh and bone
otherwise ignored.
Wake me when it's warmer.
When the songs are lifted through branches filled with heat.
For now I'll survive.
It's going to be a long winter.
Everything will be alright.
My shadow told me so.
If you read these words and they are my last
please remember all the poems, that have come to pass
remember each smile, each tear and each word
and even remember the ones you heard
what a way to end it all
what a way for the mighty to fall.
Goodbye dear poetry, goodbye my life
and most importantly goodbye strife.
One more little sleep till the big one. One more night of suffering till peace.
 Jan 2015 M Tamura
CapsLock
As far as I can remember
it's always been the same.
Surrounded by clubs and members,
but alone always I remain.

I've had friends, I've had lovers
and laughter with my loved ones,
yet from this loneliness I can't recover.

It's not that complicated.
It hurts when you're alone,
but from people surrounded.
It makes me feel undone.
Song version:
https://soundcloud.com/wolflefler/to-feel-undone

by Wolf Lefler.
 Jan 2015 M Tamura
GailForceWinds
I'm too tired to pretend
That I'm happy once again
It's been so long
I don't know what went wrong
You left me that day
I'll never forget
I couldn't believe it
I hid in my bed
For days and weeks
Which turned into months
I don't know how to go on
Knowing you're not coming back
I'll stay in bed
With a drink and some crack
I look at your picture
I still want you back
But like a magician
You just disappeared
Was I just dreaming, did you ever exist
It's been so long, my head is filled with purple mist
Hopeless
revisit the lonely girl now in your mind
her alabaster face just a vehicle for those lovely aftermath eyes
her lips painted delicately like danger
she moaned a few wary words into my weary head
that i should fear for her fragile heart's dream
there are tears in unseen places of her innocent soul
that i should tread with angelic care in the gardens of her desperation
where she is tangled with unease and misgiving
she is lonely

visit your image of the lonely girlĀ 
revisit her in her darkest hour
comfort her with your kindest words
she moaned a few wary words into my weary head
her forgiven lover an apparition of her yesterdays
but still carries her soft wet lips warmth
carries the dire need of her dark desireĀ 
she is a woman of warmth
waiting for spring
waltzing with a winter rain
she is lonely
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