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Thomas Lawrence Dec 2011
so when you
tried your best
to **** up my life,
was it because i
didn't find out what i was missing
when you told me what
a sweet piece of ***
i was missing
or because you said it?
Thomas Lawrence Oct 2011
falling to pieces
does not make you a victim
falling to pieces takes courage

'lashing out'
(as you called it),
at what they did
or didn't do,
or said
or didn't say,
or thought
or didn't think,
or whatever you expected
and didn't get,

and you wear victimhood
like a seething samurai's honed sword
raining relentless, remorseless
flesh wounds of projected guilt

grasping to the hilt
the illusion
that your self-satisfying slashes
are self inflicted suicides
Thomas Lawrence Jun 2011
love blooms each morn...

[how am i supposed to write the quintessential love poem when the short, dumpy, plain girl at
the next table  
desperately, too loudly    interjects her
placating ‘wows!’, ‘awesomes!’ and ‘that’s amazings!’
into every stunted breath-pause in the stun gun voiced,
spine stabbing soliloquy
from the hirsute parody she followed in.
as if volume and volume somehow trump tepid, vapid content
tho it might have been interesting that
“this one time, ginsberg ****** in your mouth” if you had had the ***** to swallow it
but you spit it out you coward
and so, bored and ******,
i remembered
ginsberg wasn't into hairy
or three year olds
or hairy three year olds]      where was i

... like a glory
awakens to the sunlight in your smile
and the gentle breeze
of your sleeping eyes
Thomas Lawrence Apr 2011
you pause between each piece
give me the 'you know what you did' look
which, of course, I don't
then on to the glasses not the good china, tho

i stand there
amazed that I get to touch you
sometimes, not now
and I think, 'we are in a fight'
and wonder what color plates
goodwill has today

secretly, i smile inside
my red queen of shatters
awakened in a dream

how beautiful you are
naked and panting
Thomas Lawrence Apr 2011
just give it time...
you say
heals all wounds you tell me.

are you even thinking
about the words
that apparently
bypassed  your brain

time... kills everything,
even misery can't hold on forever

so the sage advice
that rolls carelessly
off your tongue
to make you feel
as if you have somehow
done your duty
just makes me want to smack you

that kind of advice...
is like telling me
to watch cancer happen
Thomas Lawrence Mar 2011
Much like my ex-friend Tom
is content being a drunk
i am content
writing bad poetry
faking sanity
and never going home
Thomas Lawrence Jan 2011
to my ex-wife who
****** my friend
brought him to family outings
dumped him for his immorality
then made your new family
with another woman's husband

did you really say to me
'peace on earth begins in
your own family'?

i guess you learned
that little pearl of platitude
later in life

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