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t m h May 2012
sun flows through the windows
onto my face
aint it funny how the thought of your breath
takes my own away.

distant memories of the dream just had
one quick coffee
not gonna roll back,
i go to pick you up finally.
well come to this city
here's a bar and sandy beach.
it could be wishful thinking
cause you haven't even arrived yet
sweat salt my eyes and morning my breath
have to go to the station
but the hours not at hand
haven't seen you since summer
but snow take your time now
i was wondering if you knew how i fell for you
t m h May 2012
what if dreams actually mean what i see
and aren't just metaphors
for other seas of life they invade
they know how i long,
just how to slip while i lay vulnerable
and seemingly waiting for their spells
or is it just yours?
the way they linger
far from the stings of bees
more similar to that of mosquitoes,
with the hope still in mind
every time you ask
how i am out here.
knives turn without fault to her soul
more to mine,
i fail to acknowledge
late summer and fall
then simmer on thoughts of May wonderlands
where acid raindrops fall.
But with new found heart back in chest
now train my heart for new accomplishments
i just cant count the moments for a good soul
and to hold her.
t m h Apr 2012
i remember the way you used to laugh
and i doubt that he finds that important
paper between our teeth
we love on LSD and oh,
our love was so simple
ive found mistakes
and fixed them
dont you remember when,
i used to pull your hair
pull it all back
give you my all

friends said it was perfect then
im sorry i ruined this hall.
how about you grab my hand
you'll see
it fits just like a glove
we all stumbled around
it was jackies' birthday
life felt like but a movie,
i want to hold you next to me.

floating down the stairs
just to run right back up
i found a friend and molly
scratches to the crest make me throw up
i swore i loved you then
though now
love is just made up
t m h Apr 2012
remember my old place
how we had to get out of town,
now in outer space
****, i wish we all could have stuck around.

on a train i just sit and write about it
we wanted so much more,
simply on a couch
we built our friendship.
t m h Apr 2012
on walk and talk
im thinking about all my best
with you.
honestly here saying
i was once quite obsessed
with you.
i thought that it was love
but this is more like a lesson
this i find is the root of my obsession
smoking cigs to **** the time
and stall an oral fixation
you know the one you did describe
now i feel the inclination
slowly and still surely
sure i know
there's something better right around the corner
waiting.
i want to slip into your cloths
rip out your heart
to see if its beating
so you can see that its dark,
im alright
t m h Apr 2012
though i may like to give
more than i receive.
this is not Christmas, get down
stop this lethargic wait for my taste.

though i love your laugh,
I've grown tired and want to see you smile.
why act so coy too
pursue like a gardener
don't you know i'm a mess
when your mouth is around here?
t m h Apr 2012
how i do enjoy the taste
with no disgrace my tongue runs in place
i was trying to get inside today
but no.

due to ADD self prescription,
i find these taint neighboring lips
to be my new addiction
while i love to tease the **** with conversation,
perspiration falls from walls until an intermission,

but im ****** and skipped supper,
so if you dont mind
i'd like to slide back down to stall my hunger.
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