T R Wingfield: Poems

Dec 2016 · 250

Untitled

T R Wingfield Dec 2016

Untitled

I remember thinking
My mother could sing like an angel
And my father could move mountains

It funny, you know,
How us kids grow up

-Guy Martin

These are not my words, but those of my best friend. Surely not the only poem he ever wrote, but the only one he ever shared with me. I memorized it immediately, and remembered it for nearly 20 years.

Dec 2016 · 3.1k

Pickup lines

T R Wingfield Dec 2016

Pickup lines

The only line
I've ever heard that worked...

"Hey girl...
Bring your fine *** over here and let me tell you some lies"

Honesty is always the best policy I guess.

True story

#irony #shortandsweet #pickuplines

Dec 2016 · 465

Combustible

T R Wingfield Dec 2016

Combustible

I thought of myself
As a phoenix
Set aflame

But Now
I'm just
Ashes and Dust

Look at this mess that I've made.

I have a tendency to self-analyze. And, as often is the case, I am my own harshest critic. Often I tear myself down; sometimes I strip myself bare. I retrace my failures and the consequences of my own poor decisions. This habit is similar to prodding a canker sore with your tongue. It's painful, and does nothing to heal the would, yet it is almost impossible to refrain from doing. The nagging pain of an open sore is contrasted to the acute pain of direct contact; but there is relief from the constant irritation in the brief intensity of addressing these sores directly. (Though counter-intuitive) It is, somehow, soothing. Perhaps by proving it could be worse. Perhaps it's just licking a wound.

#depression #regret #hope #selfanalysis

Dec 2016 · 1.0k

Man in the Monster

T R Wingfield Dec 2016

Man in the Monster

It's my own reflection of which I'm most terrified
Because it shows me exactly who I appear to be
It may not look like who I think I am, but it's the only me the world can see

Now it's been years and years since the man in the mirror
Resembled the man I know I can be,
But it won't be long until that monster is gone,
And the world only sees who I know I can be

#reflections #personal #self-awareness #growth

Dec 2016 · 1.0k

Weathered Wooden Walk

T R Wingfield Dec 2016

Weathered Wooden Walk

I found a boardwalk in the woods
leading, seemingly, to nowhere,
In a timberland swamp I knew from younger days;
Decaying and rotten, likely long forgotten.
I wondered how long it had been there, abandoned to its fate:
quietly mocked by the still standing timbers
(as yet spared the sawmills blade),
for its needless sacrifice; as its strength is weathered away - used but unrequited - wasted, faded and unmade.

I followed along its decrepit path
as far as I could make,
and laughed to myself and thought,
"Such is life's disarray."

A portrait of a landscape witnessed trespassing one day

#ruminations #rural #decay

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