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What's worse than a *****?
A girl who wants friends and nothing more.

What's worse than a rake?
A guy who craves love but no bed to shake.

What's worse than fleeting romance?
A bond with no pull, yet endless expanse.

What's worse than shallow lust?
A touch freely given, yet no spark to combust.
"๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’" ๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘š๐‘–๐‘›๐‘–๐‘ โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘ ,
๐‘…๐‘’๐‘‘๐‘ข๐‘๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘“๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘’๐‘›๐‘‘๐‘ โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘”๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘›๐‘‘.
"๐‘๐‘ข๐‘ก" ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘—๐‘’๐‘๐‘ก๐‘ ,
๐ผ๐‘š๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘“๐‘Ž๐‘ข๐‘™๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘› ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘ข๐‘›๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘›๐‘‘.
"๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘ก" ๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘ก๐‘ ,
๐น๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘๐‘กโ„Ž ๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘œ๐‘›.
"๐‘”๐‘–๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘›" ๐‘“๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ ,
๐‘‡๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘›๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘ โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘ ๐‘ข๐‘๐‘š๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘œ๐‘›.

๐˜“๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ,
๐˜Œ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ, ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜บ.
๐˜ˆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ'๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ,
๐˜๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ.
Out of nowhere
a thought of you
will hit my mind,
like a poison dart.
I don't know what
triggers it.
Tonight, I think it's
the cold wind blowing
outside my window.
Or, it could be the
tangerine I just ate.
That sweet juice.
It doesn't last
though.
Gone in a flash.
Too small for a
lifetime together.
And I'm alone with
this bright orange pain,
vowing never to write
about you again.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ICWIGqf62Kw
Here is a link to my YouTube channel where I read my poetry from my recently published books.

It's Just a Hop, Skip, and Jump to the Madhouse, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, available on Amazon.

www.thomaswcase.com
Some say,
love is a curse.
Some say,
love is a blessing.

For me,
it's a spark in the dark,
reason to rise,
and be alive.
Love don't need to be just romantic....
Familial love is beautiful and pure too...
She smiled,
but only barely,
like it was a secret she didnโ€™t want
you to know.

And for a second,
it felt like the world
might not be so bad after all.
I lie.
I cry.
I scream until the walls shake,
until the dogs bark three streets over.
I make people mad.
I twist their love into knots,
leave them holding pieces of me
Iโ€™ll never get back.

Itโ€™s not that I want toโ€”
God, I donโ€™t want to.
Iโ€™m filled with love,
I swear I am.
I carry laughter in my chest
like a burning engine,
but somehow
it always comes out wrong.
Too hot,
too wild,
burning holes in everything
I touch.

I try to be better.
I try to hold steady,
but the ground shifts under me,
always has,
like I was born on some fault line
no one else can see.
One moment,
Iโ€™m standing tall,
telling jokes,
making them laugh,
feeling lightโ€”
like maybe,
just maybe,
this time Iโ€™ll get it right.

And thenโ€”
snap.
Something breaks,
some unseen wire in my head.
I **** it up again.
The lies spill out before I can stop them,
dumb little things
that donโ€™t matter
but somehow
always do.
I donโ€™t even know
what Iโ€™m lying for.
I just see the wreckage
and keep piling more onto it.

I see the way they look at meโ€”
people I love,
people I want to hold ontoโ€”
and I can tell
theyโ€™re wondering
how much more
they can take
before they go mad too.
And still,
I keep going.
Keep tearing at the seams.
Itโ€™s not that I want to,
but what else
is there to do?

Maybe thatโ€™s life.
Maybe it wrecks us all,
drags us through its mess
until weโ€™re raw
and ragged,
trying to find love
in the middle of it,
trying to laugh
so we donโ€™t cry all the time.

I donโ€™t want to make them sad.
I donโ€™t want to be this way.
But somehow,
I always end up
standing in the ruins,
laughing through the tears,
wondering
how it got so ******
again.

I guess thatโ€™s life.
It destroys everyone,
slowly,
relentlessly,
until thereโ€™s nothing left
but the love you tried to give
and the madness
you couldnโ€™t hide.
And maybe,
just maybe,
thatโ€™s enough
to keep going.
I see the quiet strength that is youโ€”
Your courage, your spirit, rough edges and all,
And how in your presence, I find myself content to stand unguarded.
No pretenses, no lofty speechesโ€”only the bare pulse of our truth.
Canโ€™t believe itโ€™s been four years loving the dream that is my wife!
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