just laughs
Like no other.
I wish she
Was mine.

Drip
Drip
So fall the drops
The cut was made
By words and thought

Though plan to avenge my honor
Not a hand was raised
Just sentences in a line
Long ago hidden
Open on paper lay

Cruelty is one punishment
Intent is another
I will not turn one cheek
Or offer up the other

So summon up the judge
Let us review the facts
You have no credible alibi
To justify malicious acts


I will not delete my accusations
On legal record they stay
Not by glittering gift
Or offer of apology
Will my opinion sway

Drip
Drip
So fall the drops
The cut was made
With word and thoughts

You have chosen the hour
I shall choose the day
As the drops fall into a puddle
Dissolving the life away


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Tammy M Darby

Silent
On cursed feathered wings
From the hollows of the earth
Its arrival announced
By the ****** of the dark lord
How their voices ring
Songs of pain and tortured screams
The sharps and flats of insanity
Heard only by those
Soon to be companions
Destined to dwell
In the fiery depths of hell

It will come
Smile upon face
Demand you follow
Skeletal hand point the way
It is your destiny
You must obey
Down deaths burning hall
The blood barbed maze of sin
It will come





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Tammy M Darby

the blinds cast
shadows of shapes

that remind me of
your everything

they taunt me with
the lining of your arms,
your spine, your neck,
your side, your every
thing

hopelessness is a fish gasping in oxygen
I take in the air but I refuse to call this
breathing and I refuse to call it dying.
I call this a desert; an eternity missing
the shoreline, missing the ocean wave
tango before leaving with the moon. I
refuse to call it foolish to hope I can be
more than a carousel ride of mistakes,
a revolving door of regrets. "I am more
I am more" I whisper to the moon.

Hopelessness is losing all your senses
and believing in love, or music, belie-
ving you can dance with the shoreline
one more time even with the saltwater
in your lungs, even with the ocean
waves pulling you back because

"I am more, I am more" the moon whispers, and
you believe him.

she's coming spend the night
tomorrow and i just can't wait.
we used to have crushes on
each other but now she
has a girlfriend and
i've missed my
chance.

is it bad that i still hope she might
want to kiss me?