#tinman
Dear Tin Man, you can keep your armor, that silver shell you wear so well. You think you’re safe from all the heartache, but I know what your silence tells.
See, I’m just a girl, sixteen and hoping that love won’t break me like before; I hold my chest and feel it aching, wondering what this heart is for.
If you ever want to trade, Tin Man, I’d hand you all these shattered dreams; You could show me how to not feel, how to disappear inside the seams.
But if you knew what it’s like to cry over midnight texts that never come, you’d see my tears are proof I’m living, even if they leave me numb.
So keep your tin, your quiet shelter, I’ll keep my heart, however bruised; ‘Cause loving, losing, feeling sorrow, It’s worth the pain of being used.
And if you ever change your mind, Tin Man, and want to know my side, you’ll find me holding all these pieces, learning how to love and survive.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 10:11 PM UTC
Man of numbers and data
Stuck at zero, wants to be one
I can't paint, I can't build
So I thought
Art is not for me
I calculated away
Trying to find a way
until I realized
Words can speak
the feelings of my weak
I was free.
The tinman found his heart
Through poetry
Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 4:56 AM UTC
I’m a man, made out of the tin;
sheets of worn-out metal,
decaying in an orchard
with my trusty axe and kettle.
I cried myself to rust
because I have no heart,
No love for this metallic man;
no soul mate counterpart.
Can’t you hear the sounds
that echo underneath?
A hollow empty shell
where a heart's supposed to beat.
The days are long and grinding;
the nights are even longer.
Rotting away in this field
my mind begins to wonder.
I dream of sweet devotion
that I want to feel
and cardiac vibrations
put in this man of steel.
A coronary muscle
overflowing with affection
is all I ever wanted,
an emotional connection.
Wait! What’s this......??
I see ruby sparkles
and stare with fascination.
It's skipping upon some yellow bricks,
is this a hallucination??
To Be Continued.....
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 1:48 PM UTC
I gave up somewhere along this road—
When it was I don’t know.
So I’ll sit here, underneath the shade
And wait for the Tin man,
Now rusted in time, far behind me.
I discovered, sitting there, that day—
That losing a heart
Was actually an easy thing to do.
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 11:31 PM UTC
Myths
They were not statues
and now you see what they see
looking back at you
Man
Her tongue, was so sharp
dissevers men from their ******
kisses them goodnight!
Our blind date went well
Next time leave my mask at home,
and her eyes attached.
Scratched, stained, double locked.
Basement corner, light bulb off.
Refrigerator.
Won't let him hurt you.
I promise, now go and hide,
Daddy is coming...
I don't remember,
I keep having these blackouts.
Sorry I hurt you.
Movie
Make-out Point, moonlight...
Turn their car radio on,
leave my hook behind.
50 ft. Woman,
dreams of a fifty foot world.
Curse my two left feet.
Empty, shiny man
His axe hacks you limb from limb
You hear a heartbeat
Wound too tight, tied down
Whisper lies, impale your skull
What is a real boy?
"Last person on earth,
dif'rent faces in mirror."
- Frankenstein's Monster
Miscellaneous
appeared as a zit
it grew, no concern for it
it spoke! holy ****
Lamprey fingertips
Coarse hair on infected tongue
Lotus seed ******
My beast sounds like love,
vanity to a monster,
hero to a ghost.
from Horrors Grotesque,
the existential monster
fears little carpals.
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 4:29 PM UTC
As the ashes slowly turn to dust
I slowly begin to rust
For my love is gone
He took it all
Along with my heart
And I slowly begin to realize how hard my body took the fall
But this isn't the end
My story can't end here
I just have to take my time and mend
Then once again I'll rise
When someone new comes and picks up my broken pieces
And breaks through my disguise
So I must wait
Standing here exposed like bait
Until someone takes the time of day
To despite my now heartless chest
Love me anyways
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
I was born empty, never feeling
I was just a shell,
Was the breath real
Did that which I'd touched
Know that it had been like a
Feather blown upon a breeze
I neither
Felt,
Touched,
Registered
With each thing within my grasp,
It was not knowing, only my grip by sight,
They said I would learn
I would touch, feel,
Knowing the gentleness
That I could hold in my palm,
I was born empty,
They call me the
"Tin man"
That a machine doesn't have a heart,
I feel sadness for the loneliness
I am only one,
I have mastered an emotion
But not the one I want,
They say I am empty
That to feel you have to feel inside,
"But I was born empty"
Will I learn to
Feel,
Touch
Love
The emotions that will make me
Less empty than before,
I am only one,
The one no one understands.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
with a body concealed in armor
and a heart filled with iron bars
let me in to see your light
the man had a past of thorns
yet a soul of gold
invite me in to reveal your sweeter side
with a mind set of a government spy
and the emotion of burdened soldier
smile to me wide and let your guard down
the man had the memories on the battlefield
yet no scars to prove his achievement
come sit close and tell me the tales of your life
with the courage of a fighter
and the actions of a member of the counterculture
lean in close and let your lips meet mine
the man who thought he had no heart to love
yet held the key for an eternal sanctuary
forget all your tales, and spare your future to adventure with me
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC