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Feb 2015 · 397
This Room Alone
Tessa Craft Feb 2015
Tears fall to the floor
of this empty room
No one to see my pain
No one to hide my sorrow from
Finally free to flow emotions
All these wretched feelings
Free. I let it out
Relieved that no one
needs to know
If only I could just "snap out" of it.
Feb 2015 · 819
My King
Tessa Craft Feb 2015
He built an empire
I watched it crumble
Falling into ruin
He built a castle
It still stands this day
But only as a reminder
Of what once was
fall: to collapse; no longer act as a support.

My father was an amazing man. When he was still too young, cancer robbed him of all he had built and of all he had hoped for.
Feb 2015 · 998
his answer
Tessa Craft Feb 2015
As I **** the sweet
Vapors into my lungs
I contemplate his
Words to me
I want you to be lost
He said to my question
What do you want
I want you to go
And be lost
And never come back
And also, I hate you
I don't love you anymore
So much pain and hurt
For a boy of only four
Feb 2015 · 434
playmate
Tessa Craft Feb 2015
Slap me
Beat me
In my mind
Using many
Words unkind
Then you
Say you
Changed
Your mind
Using words
These words
You say
So you may
Get your play
It's over now
Wait for
Another day
Feb 2015 · 417
contemplating
Tessa Craft Feb 2015
Is this what they call soul-searching?
Merriam-Webster: the activity of thinking seriously about your feelings and beliefs in order to make a decision or to understand the reason for your own behavior.

My apology if you do not find the dictionary poetic.
Feb 2015 · 307
The Beast
Tessa Craft Feb 2015
All by myself
Maintaining the beast
I'd rather have company
But hey
It's better than nothing
At least
Feb 2015 · 296
"Bust a Move"
Tessa Craft Feb 2015
Every dark tunnel
Has a light
Or a hope
- Young M.C.
If you don't think that's deep, then you've probably heard the song.
Feb 2015 · 464
Prospering
Tessa Craft Feb 2015
Alright,
He doesn't
Really have
Everything
Figured out.
But he thinks
He does.
And that's
Doing
All right.
Jan 2015 · 458
fat man kind
Tessa Craft Jan 2015
Does a fat man
Require a fat wallet?
Not where I come from.
Jan 2015 · 292
Our Miracle
Tessa Craft Jan 2015
Many hearts touched
Standing room only
The Family
The Forever Lover
The Best Friends
All The Touched
Will remember
The Man…
The Miracle
With a broken heart
He knows who he is. Goodbye for now.
Jan 2015 · 252
To Anyone Listening
Tessa Craft Jan 2015
If there is a place for truth in this world, I hope it is here.
Jan 2015 · 583
Heaven
Tessa Craft Jan 2015
I prayed to God.
In my prayer I asked God, "If we're so sure of You, then why do we need to grieve?"
The same day that I asked that question, my 8 year old boy saw me crying and said, "Just let it go."
Just to clarify, I asked him,"Let what go?"
He said," You know.... the reason you've been crying.... the funeral."
Then he said, "If it were me, I'd just let it go.... because it just means they're going to heaven."
True story
Words from the heart don't always sound like poetry.
Jan 2015 · 7.3k
The Way He Smelled
Tessa Craft Jan 2015
He smelled like my Dad
Or like Old Spice and Zest
He smelled like a person working on cars
Or of the outdoors
He smelled like fresh milled wood
Or like a shirt worn with sweat
He smelled like our living room
Or like our dog named Stanley
He smelled like green trees
Or like a tavern where an un-known band plays
He smelled like an antique dresser
Or like a vintage vehicle
He smelled like warm buttered toast
Or like fresh brewed coffee
Although his smell's been gone for ages
I can still remember the way he smelled
Sometimes I can still smell him
The dog could have any name, but we named him Stanley.
Jan 2015 · 587
Thoughts of Sorrow
Tessa Craft Jan 2015
Enduring a season
Of beautiful sunsets
And gorgeous sunrises
Death was tragic for us
But life was not a tragedy
As the sweaty sticky
Stench of depression
Coats my body
I attempt to cleanse
Myself of it
Crushing waves of sorrow
Deliver the unspeakable
Urgency to challenge faith
Words spoken in time of need
Ailment robbing us
Of what we thought
Was to come
Leaving hollow abyss
Waiting for the flood
Waters to fill
Leaving it's depth a mystery
To unwary onlookers
Leaving us to live
Our lives without tragedy
Jan 2015 · 6.1k
Blown Doubt
Tessa Craft Jan 2015
I'm looking for signs
Blow the candle for me
But make it obvious
More than a flicker please
I might doubt it
What shall I do
With my doubt
Jan 2015 · 302
Simon
Tessa Craft Jan 2015
Simple Simon
Met a pie man
Sitting in a corner
Simon said
Little Boy Blue
How do you do?
He said
About as good as you
Jan 2015 · 796
Crumbled Pieces of Me
Tessa Craft Jan 2015
Faces intertwined like
Brambles in my mind
Cold lips give breath no more
Images burned behind my eyes
Much too easy to retrieve
While memories of the love
Of warmth and safety
Stay faded like stone-washed denim
A translucent curtain
Fluttering in the wind expelled
From your last words
Leave me endlessly uncertain
Some times can feel like an eternity.

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