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I was loyal
I was brave
I was kind
I was not the one
Who was saved

I loved you
I was fair
I thought you loved me
You pushed and pushed
I kept coming back

I tried and tried
You push and push
Now it's all cracked
My heart is cold almost black
Now here I stand

Alone at last
You left me here
I was loyal
I am brave
I will strike out on my own

You need saving
No one will help you
I tried and tried
Turns out
I needed to be saved from you
Tall dark trees,
A barrier to the sky;
Holding me back from the stars.
There are so many
Millions upon millions
I would love to just float up to them
Up into the unknown
No one would be able to hurt you up there
No mistreat or abuse
No more pain.
The stars flicker their greeting to you
Come up here, darling,
We'll take away your worries.

Even though they're so different from you
It doesn't matter
They will accept you
And let you live among them
Let me take this last breath
*Ill be up there soon.
This is from a story I'm writing about a girl trying to fit in and figure herself out. She's kind of a no one who moves around a lot from her dads  traveling job.  She's about to give up, but something isn't quite right .
Broken.
Batter.
Heart abused.
But what is this lightness in my shoes.
The waters of change washing great burdens away in floods of emotional inoculation.
This raging stream within my heart, so rarely changing course, embarking found a new port.
I dare choose a certain path, for when I do, my heart will show and break the walls I have built just.
Perpendicular lines in a certain arbitration make for brutal collaborations in the releasing of frustrations,

Where my neck is pleasantly pained, my back shows marks of her strain, of passions so uninterrupted.
The deep diffusion so rapidly placed, like the strongest engine turning, on the verge of breaking.
I feel the tension of need, so accurately placed, like the invariable pressure felt by a diamond in rock.  
An embrace from the canines allows me to see, the limit of her threshold I am lust blind to see.  
Not anger, but an ****** loss of time, dipping inside your soul with fingers of my mind so delicately.  
Her pleasure is the focus of my passion.
Fully exhausted.
Loved.
Cherished.

It's a start...
Footprints

I saw footprints in the snow
I had to follow where they go
Tip toe'd in every step
To keep my feet from getting wet

Over Hilltops, through valleys
And forests of pine
I traveled and traveled
Snow blind to time

When the footsteps ended
It was once again spring
I traveled the world
and hadn't seen a thing

Stranded by the shores
of vast oceans blue
With very little hope
and nothing to do

Except watch pirates
catch mermaids
With lassos of gold
And dolphins tell stories
Of days of old

As all seemed lost
What did I see
That sent a wave of hope
Crashing over me

I saw footprints in the sand.....
Reality tapped
Me on the shoulder
As it gained my
Attention and
Slapped me
As hard as
Possible
Ramblings
You rain down words like blows,
Battering, smothering, until nothing shows.
Reminded now, drops streak the glass,
The storm has yet to pass.

You lash out now,
Forgone promise of where or how.
Scathe me with every word,
But what hurts more, is simply unheard.

Cast from seething eyes,
A gaze from which even Hope shys.
Dire commination,
Spells only ruination.

There hate burns the brightest,
Aroused by pain in the slightest.
As ember to tinder,
Leaving naught but cinder.
Written for a Poetry Class. Was told to create abstract imagery of "hate" along with the use of the word "commination". Commination - "The action of threatening divine vengeance".
I Love You
Purely and Innocently
Just like the first day I saw
My handsome red head
Smiling my way.

I Love You
Wholly and Completely
Time and distance won't diminish
What was then is now
And forever will be

I Love You*
Your Spirit; Your Soul
We are connected through Lifetimes
Reincarnating
Until the day you're Mine.


©Tina Thompson
Mr. Putin's opportunity

Please Mr Putin,
don't put the boot in;
hold back your forces,
from bombing & shootin'.

We know Russia's powerful,
fearless and strong.
We're expecting violence,
now prove us all wrong.

You've shown us your muscles,
now show us your mind.
Show us your heart man
then you may find;

People will listen
and show you respect.
Not just the hate
and the fear you expect.

Now is the chance
to Russia's great.
The hour is yours.
Don't leave it too late!

Briz 5/3/14
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