#hes
My eyes glittered like diamonds in the rain
I watched you leave and grow
Into the person you'd always wanted to be
I'm so happy for you
No really,
I am
Trouble follows you around
So you know I'll always be right with you
But the neighbors keep asking if I'm alright
If I'm going to make it this time
If I've lost my ******* mind
I'm addicted to your messages
Glowing on a wretched screen
I wish you'd write to me
To tell me that your ok
But I'll keep praying that he makes you happy
And that he's here to stay
He's right for you
That's what your mom said
I know he's not, but he's the right shape
I'm all wrong and condemned
But you're on the path to heaven
Even though I know that I'll look at you on your wedding day
And we will both know it should have been me.
When your complaining to me
About your husband of ten years
You are going to ask why I never married
I'll tell you plainly, that I only had room for one love in my heart.
And that was you
You are going to sigh and touch the cross around your neck
And I'm going to nod and re-read you the scriptures
We are going to leave it at that and never speak of it again
Not until I'm on my deathbed
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 5:54 PM UTC
Before time change earlier this year...
Sunrise was after 6am...
If it's now dark after 8pm,
From Spring Forward....
2 hours later then before time change,
Of only 1 hour...
Tell me why sunrise is 30 minutes before 6am when it should be 7:10am?
That's 3 hours more sun time...
God's changed the suns approach...
Why's nobody talking about it?
The Math isn't Adding Up
Where did we gain 3 extra hours of daylight changing 1 hour ahead
May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 6:58 AM UTC
Teach me
Moral lessons
And your goodness of God
I always love you, my great Lord.
I will
Take refuge in you always, and
Believe in you only.
Blessed are who
Taste him
Oct 7, 2024
Oct 7, 2024 at 9:49 PM UTC
He's gone.
And that kinda *****
He wasn't who I thought he was. He was more capable of anger and ruthlessness than I imagined. Saying things that tear out the most vulnerable parts and stab them to bits.
He was more childish than I thought he'd be for his age. He spends recklessly, doesn't have handsoap in his bathroom, and watches TV from a desk chair.
He was flaky and shady. Giving little information and being dodgy about his phone and whereabouts. He consistently cancelled plans and left me in the lurch.
He was never going to think about someone else for a change or be truly and deeply mindful of his significant other.
He had a sharp tongue and a hard head. If I didn't select every word carefully, he would snap and say horrible things.
He didn't let her go. As much as he would deny it, Priya still has a hold on him. He can't let her go. He would say terrible things about her and then also say I was like her. He would delete her messages and lie about her texting him. He carried through the trauma and treated me like her. He wanted a relationship to just pick up where that one left off and not put the effort into 'dating'. I was a continuation of his previous relationship - all the history but only the good person.
He was boastful and also self-deprecating.
He drank too much and smoked too much.
He didn't follow through on things he said he would do.
He love bombed me and then pulled away to where I felt empty.
He's gone.
And that kinda *****
And I'm sad that I still miss him.
-t.s.
Feb 22, 2024
Feb 22, 2024 at 9:51 PM UTC
don’t be jealous (for a poet, for all poets)
~with gratitude, this one for Verlie Burroughs, verily, whosoever she may be~
the poem titles arrive in banana bunches,
grape clusters asking to be mouthed, tasted,
break their skin, juices dribbling on taste buds,
sometimes the title + poem fully formed,
arrive on the same plane, that’s a first class
ticket to a poetry symposium somewhere near
the se(a)e.
like a fresh pack of cellophane encased cigarettes,
poems just begging ‘smoke me, **** me, broke me yoke,
the one that enchains, my soul-me,”
the nurse
pronounces a new born weighing 7lbs., 6 ounces,
pouncing, bouncing; first cries a-writing, the title
in the fluid, on the floor, don’t slip, the heavy poundage
and the body a first poem, a flighty aerie of a few ounces
that floats groundward like flavored colored leaves
in the fall, a bird’s feathers summer molting, swapping
old notions for new poem~potions, tips and sips of
Whitman, after Billy. Collins, **** the spillage and...
don’t be jealous, it’s a curse, when they silent labor
breach birth, even pre-named, falling from brain to
mouth, mouth to fingertips, Ipad to ethernet cable,
through brick walls they fly,
cause you can’t hold them and,
type them down fast enough...
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 2:02 PM UTC
What, where is the poetry
it is 4:20, on 4-20-2020,
my wife walks in right after I enter an early evening
re-read to make it seem
poetically planned to hatmonize perfectly
she says, if we can get to El Cajon by 4:20,
I think perfect,
she wants me to do the impossible, again
but then I remember spring ahead that we voted
to stop doing but they did,
I must not have, sprung ahead, for a poetic moment up there,
if we can get to El Cajon by 4:20,
they can **** our dog. Oh...
and a whole long story began, which is why
after all is said and done, 4-20-2020 is a global holiday.
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 10:31 PM UTC
I want to be in your arms
You are warmth and safety
To bury my face in your neck
Breathe in your scent
Is heaven for me
It's a blissful kind of misery
But I'm safe with you
I know what to expect
I need to be with you
Press my lips against your cheek
Your nose, your eyelids
Curl up inside you
Let your arms engulf me
I want to fall asleep on your chest
Drift through dreams of you and me
Live alone in your oasis
Dec 24, 2019
Dec 24, 2019 at 1:14 AM UTC
Cover my face
to converse with the heavens
a fall from such grace
should deserve some attention
some way to replace
broken light I was given
as the words taking shape
paint dishonourable mention
hard taught ways
the fall is the lesson
just another case of
divine intervention
a pool of disgrace
it's my purest reflection
a shower of silence
is all I was left with
Cover my face
this rain's getting heavy
as the rising tide
slowly breaches the levee
I'm caught in a place
where the ground is unsteady
so out of place
a landfill teddy
I lost all my faith
round nineteen or twenty
well, what I had left
it was far from plenty
god never showed face
sent angels to end me
if he wants me erased
he could have just sent me
Cover my face
the angels have left me
gone are the days
of feeling bereft
see, all that remains
are shadows that tempt me
one of these days
the dark will come get me
why should I stay
for one who rejects me
fills me half way
just to leave me half empty
questions the stray
he'd know if he met me
he led me this way
down paths tread with fell feet
Cover my face
rip it up gently
every night when I prayed
he would listen intently
as I counted the ways
the good lord detests me
it was on those days
he saw fit to bless me
the one and only
who didn't forget me
showed many faces
but not one upset me
showed me the steps
gave me identity
dance the devil's way
cause we're the same entity
Uncover my face
to write on the wall
brush off the last trace
of dust from the fall
when push comes to shove
he's inside us all
and that one up above
just won't do at all
he handed me this pen
at the edge of a blade
gave me first cause
to put words on the page
the tempest calls
to lift me away
a siren's song
I'm going all the way
Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 4:08 PM UTC
. . . Save Him . . . Says the girl I used to be
. . . Save him . . . Whispers the brokenness inside of me
. . . Save Him . . . Echos on every breath I exhale
. . . Save Him . . . Scream the birds flying over my head
. . . Save Him . . . Weave the spiders into their webs
"He's not mine to save" I repeat with each step I take
"He doesn't belong to me" I declare to the sun every day break
"Save me from this temptation" I pray each night
"I can't love him" I cry when it's too much to fight
. . . Save him . . . Commands the universe as it pushes me toward the edge
I just hope I can catch myself as I fall off the ledge
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 11:28 AM UTC
He's so cute the way he smiles.
He's so cute the way he laughs.
He's so huggable when he's happy
And even when he's sad.
He's so in love with me.
I agree he's the only boy for me.
He's so cute when he sings,
the songs he sings for me.
He's so cute the way he talks,
like he's lighting up my soul.
I'm so in love with him.
He agrees I'm the only boy he needs.
© Copyright Tyler Atherton
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 9:12 PM UTC
"why do you like him?"
he's smart
he's funny
he's cute
he's crazy
he's friendly
he's kind
he's him
"no he's not. i don't see why you like him"
"hes ugly"
"he's stupid"
"he's blunt"
"he's ignorant"
"he's mean"
"he's not good enough"
no one sees what i see
he doesn't even see what i see
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 8:09 PM UTC
Don't let me be misunderstood
the Lord must have sent you
but we know how that goes
messengers appear, leave faster too.
Saying, don't let me be misunderstood
Only possible with a voice gleaming
bright and loud; that's what you like.
Goodbye soft smiles, warm and aware
hard to say if we'll meet again
hurts, but i'll let you live you're life.
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 7:50 PM UTC
Never fall in love in autumn.
Hear me again,
I beg you
Never fall in love in autumn.
Take it from me,
I have fallen in love in autumn.
And every time, it left me broken.
It seems every time, the passion dies,
Just like the leaves die and fall.
Maybe that is why another word for
Autumn,
Is fall.
Ironically, I'm telling you
To never fall in love in fall.
Maybe it's inevitable for me,
But I hope I can save you the heartache.
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 1:59 AM UTC
Who do you call when you are having the having the most miserable day?
Who do you call when you just have something to say?
Who do you call when you're doing just okay?
Who do you call just to complain?
Who do you call when you think you're going insane?
Who always answers?
"I'm trying to find the perfect one," he says.
Well, I hate to break it to you, buddy, but you're blind.
You lost your sense of sight a long time ago.
You lost the ability to see the beautiful things of the world.
The true things.
The honest things.
The things that love your stupid jokes and the way you laugh at yourself for telling them.
The things that offer for you to lick the brownie batter even though it's her favorite.
The things that will watch those horribly childish shows you recommend because she knows it will make you happy.
Those things that listen to your complaints about being tired, even though she is exhausted herself, and helps you find a restaurant to get some dinner when you could easily ask Siri.
The thing that, unlike most genies, would let you wish for more wishes.
The thing that you're too blind to appreciate.
Who will you call now?
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 7:51 PM UTC
Rescued Cat
(To Veronica, his rescuer)
This very eve
A cat retrieved
From execution -
(Known as ‘putting it to sleep’
In worlds polite.)
I am relieved.
Others too -
Others who were grieved
At contemplating Mickey’s plight.
(We’ve named him Mickey.
It seems right.)
Every living thing loves life.
Who’d take the life of such a creature?
Harmless, causing not one other creature
Strife? Well, mice of course:
A course he takes out in the wood,
Hunting out there as he should.
Saved by the bell.
Saved from the hell of being killed
By skilled hands, skilled injections:
“Put to sleep” a healthy, pretty cat rejected.
Time to cheer.
A darling, eager friend
Consulting friends,
And friends of friends
Until she reached the blessèd end
Of finding little **** a home.
Cat Rescued 2.15.2017
Cat Book II;
Arlene Corwin
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 4:17 PM UTC
I feel so different now
Its like a weight is lifted
Its so amazing how
All my views have shifted
Its like i can finally see
I feel renewed within
Here begins a new me
Christ has freed me from sin
Im no longer consumed by shame
Im not burdened by guilt
I look to you and know your name
My soul no longer wilts
Im a new creature
What is this sudden change?
I feel almost pure
Its such a sudden change
My mind was all dark
I was consumed by hate
But then you spoke to me like a beautiful lark
Your words were of love and it was like a grate
You pushed me out of my comfort zone
It was so hard
But now suddenly i actually feel at home
I no longer feel alone
I know you love me
Its like for the first time i see
Its you who i want to be
I want to resemble you more
So in my heart i will store
Your word i want to memorize
Your people i want to know
I want to actually show
How i feel in my heart
I wish i had from the start
But i can see all this time
Your hand working in me
Even when i was close
To taking my life
Even in the darkness and the strife
I can see how you took away the knife
And gave me something so much better
Your water will make my thirsty soul wetter
Your love i want to show
And slowly i hope to grow
I truy do love you Lord
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC
Part 1
"Why do you care about him so much?"
Because he never broke his promise, he never left.
"Not yet"
Part 2
"he'll break your heart you'll see"
and that's why I can't fall in love.
Part 3
"Do you still care? Even now after he broke his promise ?"
You were right, he broke his promise and I fell in love.
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 4:43 AM UTC
Silver hair mimicking the
stars in your eyes
that incite the mercury
running through
my veins.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
It's 3:05PM and as I sit outside in the warm sun, the sounds of a vacuum off in the distance and maybe a few cars that pass by, it dawns upon me: I don't need you. You don't control me. Whatever hold you had on me is gone, and I have come out the other side victorious and better for it.
Have a nice life, *******
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC
Telephones.
Earphones.
Earplugs.
To drown out
Baby cries.
Engines exhaling.
Anxiety.
"Don't be afraid"
"You've done this before"
"He knows what he's doing"
The tired.
The disagreeable.
The impossibly experienced.
Tickets.
Bags.
Smile-free faces.
I'm ready.
You're ready.
Let's go already.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
I met an unknown soldier
Soldier of thought
Who made it through the battle
But his war he still fought
If he taught me one thing
I can recall without much thought
For man is only worth
Word he's got
Because true seekers know
Desire don't mean a lot
Unless used to manifest
What once was thought
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 3:57 PM UTC
He bit the curb.
Does that make you disturbed?
She laughed at tears.
Does that deepen your fears?
They don't know when to stop.
There's no stop signs in this town.
If it's you, life's sad.
But if it's them they shouldn't make a sound.
Some don't fit in,
and they just can't help it,
no matter where they been.
I guess no one really developed it.
Whom I kiddin?
Some people are fake,
on the outside their only,
the character they make.
"Who wants to run like me?
Who wants to get away?
I look around,
but they all seem A-okay."
Well if he judged you,
He'd seem to be just fine.
But you'd never guess,
He's scared of being left behind.
If she beat you and spit in your face,
you'd figure she was spoiled,
but her life was just so misplaced.
Why do they have to smile?
Why do they have to drown?
Why do they have to go away,
after smashing into cold, hard ground?
I'd say you need a lesson,
but you've probably had one too.
Stop being arrogant,
if there's one thing that you do.
They've seen the grey clouds,
and you've seen the rain.
And surprisingly we've all gone insane.
So why drive us mad?
Why call us bad?
Make us sad?
What have I done?
Nothing,
but yet I'm being pushed.
Off my feet, off the swings, off the air, off the edge.
By you, by them, by me, by life?
I'm going to stand here,
and proclaim to the skies.
"For once, let this life be mine!"
"And please vanish the outer lies!"
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC