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Peter Tanner Feb 2015
I am a man, this is so
I am tall, I am broad
I am seen as untouchable,
immune to hurt
This is not true
Under the muscle
Under the broad shoulders of this man
there sits a sensitive heart
It sits there unrecognized by many
Many that do not know,
that what they say hurts
"It will just glance off him" they think
But in truth, it strikes to the very core
They do not know of my tear stained pillow
They do not know of my heartbreak,
The isolation that welcomes me
They think they know me but they don't
They do not really know my manly but *sensitive heart
There are those who are sensitive but nobody knows, even those closest to them. Try to be kind to all those who you are in contact with for who knows. They may be sensitive, when nobody else knows.
Peter Tanner Jan 2015
I may not know the feel of a loved one passing away
But I understood when I held you that one day
The day when tears steamed down
When the thoughts of loss came to town
My heart ached in your sorrow
I felt that I could just take it to borrow
That is might hurt a little less
But I did not have that power to bless
I could only provide comfort in your time of need
Like putting on a bandaid when you bleed.
I hope to always be there for you.
Even though I will not always be physically that is true
When you are cold
My warm embrace will be there
When you are lonely
My words will be in your mind
When you need somebody's love
My heart will be right next to yours
Beating as one
Because we are one.
Your sorrow is my sorrow
Your loss is my loss
Your loneliness is my loneliness
Your cold is my cold
Your love is my love
We are one.
  Jan 2015 Peter Tanner
Sombro
My mother used to tell me
That bullies are just jealous.
They're not,
They're just wrong.
This is my philosophy in regards to negativity. There's no jealousy involved, only being wrong. A right person is a good person.
Peter Tanner Jan 2015
One dream of at least one child is that it will snow on Christmas
This year there was no snow.
Just a pang of sadness when the children looked out the window.
Even now i wish for snow
I just hope to use my snowboots one last time
before I put them away in the basement below.
  Jan 2015 Peter Tanner
JK Cabresos
Dig a hole.

Name it LOVE.

Jump into that hole.

So, I'll be FALLING IN LOVE.
  Jan 2015 Peter Tanner
Sombro
A middle aged woman,
In love with the past,
Once told me I had my whole future ahead of me.
Well, yeah,
Where else would it be?
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