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T Apr 2013
Flustered in gumboots,
No way to compute
The full weight of the drops
That saturate her scalp
And seem to soak right through
To her clouded brain,
Where thunder roars
And lightning scours
Until she smells burning flesh;
While she spins, confused
The sky seems quite amused
For there is nothing
But sunshine and blue.
T Mar 2013
Hello Poetry
my friend
and yet my foe,
with you I learn things,
things I don't wanna know;
about myself and others
and the things that we can't touch;
the things we hate and love
like life and lust and such

With you I learn the truth
about what's deep inside,
learn to stretch my boundaries
and reign in all my pride
because words hold strength;
a new power, unrestrained
not in size or length
but in the simple way
they pour from brain to page.
Just a thought..
T Mar 2013
I wish to extinguish
this self destructive
cigarette

I'm getting tired
of the stale
taste

The smoke that pours
from my pouted lips
is clouding my
vision

The residue is building
in my lungs
I feel it

It's crawling rather quickly
up towards my
heart

I know I should quit
but it's hard
when it's not nicotine that I'm
addicted to.
T Mar 2013
Here comes the tide
eating at my edges
washing away my resolve;
each wave taking more than the last
and I sit here
anticipating that one wave that will take me away;
pull me under,
swirl me around
and eventually let me sink
to the bottom
of that ******* ocean,
that I have tried so hard to stay away from,
I built my walls tall and thick
high up on the shore,
because I have discovered
that I no longer know
how to tread water.
T Mar 2013
It's like someone took away my shirt
Or moved all my furniture around
Something's not right

It's like I misplaced my keys
The one's I was just holding a second ago
My hand's shouldn't be empty

It's like feeling you forgot something
Like you're not prepared
Like you're not entirely whole

I guess that's why they call it missing someone
Because one key component
Most often your heart
Is some place else
Some place
Far away
It's a strange phenomenon to me, why do we attach ourselves?
T Mar 2013
A perfect afternoon
spent on the beach
and within each other's reach

A perfect afternoon
climbing trees
and touching knees

A perfect afternoon
making wishes
and stealing kisses

A perfect afternoon
that ended all too soon
T Mar 2013
Tap tap tap
went your chewed up pen against your wall
while I mindlessly twisted the corners of your blanket
into a lovely knot
Tick tick tick
went your clock in the comfortable silence
and we turned to see the how many more minutes we'd have
when our gazes drifted to each other
Thump thump thump
went my heart
as you leaned in
closer
Grabbing my palm you uncapped your pen
and proceeded to draw two curved lines
that shaky as they were
somehow made a heart
"Yours" you said
And the silence was never the same
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