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Tabitha Oct 2014
My mind is in a million places at once,
Should be focused on one,
Focus on you,
No on school,
No on you,
On school,
You,
But all I can think about is,
Do you ever think about me too?
Left in the dust,
By the ******* and rust,
But I was told,
If I were to look for a diamond,
I gotta look through the gold,
Funny thing is,
It didn't take long,
To get to you,
A diamond that appeared out of the blue.
Tabitha Sep 2014
I am doing myself damage,
Listening to your favorite songs,
Am I doing myself wrong,
Hearing the lyrics that you loved,
Seeing images in intervals that i'd rather forget,
Looking out my window,
Remembering your ways,
And that gaze in your eyes,
I overdosed on you,
Additive and exactly what I needed,
Fire ignites me,
Excites me,
Left me burning with embers inside,
Set me free from the what I could have been trapped within,
The dark rooms inside my head you occupied,
Empty screams and blood shot eyes.
Different from what Usually write but experimentation is good right!
Tabitha Sep 2014
One day,
One week,
One month?
It's crazy how far apart we grew,
I don't even have the energy to get you out of my memory,
You were my only good cup of tea,
I chose you over my late night movies,
I chose you over taking out my car in my hand practically the keys,
We talked for hours about the life to be,
I wanted to ask if we could've been more,
My tongue would force out those words,
Not uttering a single thing,
I miss those nights,
But other times I regret it,
Attached to you and your effortless attitude,
I miss the idea of you,
Like you said "I'm one of a kind, there's  only one of me"
I couldn't agree more, just if I got the chance to tell you id feel more free.
Felt like I needed to get this off my chest.
Tabitha Aug 2014
They say you can't get to where you're going without a map,
Can't get to places with path,
I may not know where this may lead,
Getting lost in your words,
Tell me the way home,
Where wandering minds like ours roam,
But it's as if even your last train of thought,
Is where I latch on and get caught,
Caught on to you,
And noticing the little things you do.
He leads me to a safe haven.
  Aug 2014 Tabitha
Martin Illy
Today I saw you as you.
I saw everything about you.
I studied you.
I attempted to understand you.

I shift my eyes away from yours
diverting them to your ears
the ears that listened to my incessant cries
and heard my foolish fears

I move down to your mouth
which spoke to me only kind words
and also incompetently mimic the chirping
Of Abyssinian lovebirds

I scan over your honey-olive arm
and the smoothness of your skin
which, for warmth, among other things
I seek refuge in

I hung my head earthward
giving attention to your feet
the ones that brought you far and wide
just to let us meet

You call my name.
I glance back up and look you in the eye
those eyes were now blank and cold
I could not see you anymore, but I still try.
lost you
Tabitha Aug 2014
You are my poetry,
My invasive thoughts,
The ink on these pages,
My metaphors, my heart-felt words,
You are the tapping of of these fingertips
You make my lip quiver,
The lump in my throat,
These waves of stomach flips,
My heart pounding, jaw-clenching, hand-shaking,
As you start to smile,
Or your eyes as they light up,
As you laugh uncontrollably,
You are the never ending symphony,
That plays in my head in every day dream,
Like poetry he is captivating,
Radiates, empowers, draws me in closer
If my heart would speak,
Its what my poetry would say,
The passion within,
The soul I beg to find,
The everlasting chime,
You sir,
Are my poetry.
Tabitha Aug 2014
We are quite like batteries,
Odd thing you see,
It needs energy needs some time to recharge,
It is so small yet so powerful,
A battery can make something work,
Just like how we want to run our world,
It has capabilities much like ours,
Comes in different sizes,
In different colours and packs,
Batteries have a positive and negative side,
Just like us,
Don't tell me I'm nuts?
Or am I just using everything in plain sight as a metaphor,
Putting everything on a pedestal?
Rough Ideas.
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