Tamera Pierce

Tamera Pierce Dec 2015

You

A poet has his metaphors,
And an artist has his hands.
A musician has his music
A mistress has her man.
The fish have the ocean,
And the sun has the moon.
I have my books,
But more importantly,
I have you.

I am giving this to my boyfriend as a Christmas gift. I got him other things, but...

#love #him #christmas

Tamera Pierce Dec 2015

cheat.

Pale skin, meeting.
Mouths colliding.
Sweat dripping.
Pulse rising.
Eyes closed.
Hands exploring.
Nails raking down a back
Moonlight leaking through the window
Brown hair cascading around her shoulders.
Time seems to vanish,
With each passing moan.
Headboard creaking
Heat pulsating through the room
Door opening.
Your wife shrieking,
“What were you thinking?”
*****, I didn’t get to finish.

This was written in Spanish class. I used me and my friend for inspiration. that is weird. but eh.

#liar #*** #cheater #nasty

Dec 2015

A Lopez

Hungry for something else

I'm a murderer
I've stabbed my own heart.
I'm a thief
I've stolen my own happiness.
I'm a liar
I've told myself how much better things would be.
I'm a slothful woman
I fell asleep.
I'm greedy
I've eaten my own pain.
I'm hungry
Just not for sin again.

Tamera Pierce Dec 2015

Please leave.

Please don't talk to me about your problems,
because I won't care.
I am too wrapped up in my own affairs.

Please don't tell me a secret.
Because I don't want to hear.
I am too busy, dealing with my fears.

Please don't tell me that you love.
Because I won't believe a word that you speak.
I am just so sad and weak.

Please don't live.
due to me.
please don't show an emotion
because that is how I need it to be.
please.
If you love me.
please.
just leave.

I am bleh. I also stole a dayquil from my teacher. I feel bad but not really. He sorta knew about it, but still.

#please

Tamera Pierce Nov 2015

so sick.

I am so sick of living.
What is the point in waking up,
When all you want to do is sleep?

I am so sick of breathing.
Why bother ******* in the putrid air,
If you just want to throw it out?

I am so sick of crying.
What is the point of wiping my eyes
When I know the flood isn't over?

I am so sick of trying.
What is the point of moving
When my limbs ache from my self pain?
I am so sick.

Very low. Can't concentrate. Can't handle stuff right.

Nov 2015

Asim Javid

The Identity Theft

I woke up this morning and my name flashed on T.V.
They said i blew up places , they said i killed masses .
Men , women & children I murdered them all.
Who am I ?
I am a muslim and i am taking this fall.
They used my name and spread the terror.
I am not them , it surely is an error.
We, muslims, are the holders of peace , we spread love.
Why am I being represented by their false actions.
I am a person, with different notions.
World will now brand me a terrorist.
Don't judge me by their actions , I insist.
I am not them, they pilfered my name.
They inflicted libel , and my religion to defame .
I have been robbed , robbed of my name.
I am a muslim , human like you , all the same.
My name has been robbed , my identity stolen
I deprecate the terror and mourn for fallen.
There are millions like me and humanity lies in our depths.
But we are all victims of Identity Theft* ...............

We Muslims condemn the Paris attack.

#muslims #prayforparis

Tamera Pierce Nov 2015

Beaten love.

Stab me right in the face
With the words from your mouth
Who not ten days ago, spit sugar.

Kick me right in the teeth
With the feet that has walked with me
Away from the darkest of my past.

Punch me in the lungs
The lungs that have held air that will never be as sweet
The same ones
And the hands that caressed my cheek
As your lip met mine and the world went away

Scratch me in the arms
That once was wrapped around our love
But that love is battered
Beaten
And gone.

I had this uploaded earlier.....im not sure where it went...hmm.