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3am
Thomas Alan May 2016
3am
His finger in my mouth
when a whispered speak
The only exception
that made me weak
Splintered at numbers
that are left on re-dial
Watching the clock
3am denial
Thomas Alan Jan 2016
I followed the moon
and I circled the sun
just to follow the stars
to pick me up again
999
Thomas Alan Oct 2015
999
A shadowy figure
                 lives on the wall
glass shards shattered
I lay broken on the floor
               pinholes in cushions
and blood on the door
but as long as you’re here
              I’ll be crying for more
A19
Thomas Alan Jun 2016
A19
It's was the end of a summer
That I had spent in the rain
I was dressed for forever
And you just the same

We were pushing a hundred
On the A19
Until we crashed into traffic
And it had all been a dream
Thomas Alan Sep 2016
A child of November
that was born into the night
carried by a sadness
on a bed of hidden light

Behind his frosted eyes
is a forest of emerald green
the autumn leaves are magic
from the day of eighteen

Beneath his skin a hint
of olive yellow tone
from a pouring heart of love
never truly sewn
Thomas Alan Apr 2016
It does not matter
What is under your vest
But what's inside your heart
Not what's bulking your chest

You see that's the problem
With the laws of attraction
Laws can broken
By a deeper connection
Thomas Alan Jun 2021
You’d said need to find yourself
where at? the mattress on the floor?
at least you had your own bed
when you had your back against our rear door

You can fill your lungs with smoke and with tar
but hey,
at least nobody’s coming at you
with a discounted guitar

Does committing fraud bring you closer to tee?
if you had never met me I can almost guarantee
you’d be one of the desperate *******
wanting to buy my socks and then worship me

If you want to talk leagues
then you know where I’m placed
much, much higher
than a balding **** who continues to age

I wrap myself in gold
with everything that I do
I really look after myself
and you know that is true

You forget what it’s like
to taste the real me on your lips
not the last me that you had
but the one that liked your little man ****
Thomas Alan Nov 2022
so you spilled through my hands
as your moon began to die
but what doesn’t revolve around you  
can no longer cry

there are no silver linings
in clouds that cannot be seen
and perhaps I should forever
remain a dream within a dream
Thomas Alan Oct 2022
After Lewis
Anger raged within me like the seas had just kissed the moon
You sailed on hypothyroid emotions
within the eye of my bipolar brain’s monsoon

After Lewis
We didn’t bother to change a thing
wound each other up like a yo-yo
and we watched each other spin

After Lewis
I was still tired from the mirror
because only now it gave me daily beatings
telling me I needed to be thinner

And it was only after Lewis
that I realised it was too late
I had done too much damage
and caused you too much heartache
Thomas Alan Jul 2016
I met you at one
when you poured me some wine.
You followed me to bed
and you made yourself mine.

A hand placed on your knee,
ran a shiver up your spine.
You're doing over a hundred,
but you can't go back in time.
Thomas Alan Apr 2022
got a heart that's racing
at the speed of aintree horse
that has fallen at the first hurdle
are you placing a bet or placing a curse?
Thomas Alan Jan 2016
running like water
a call at the the lips
love locked in
air tight
a kiss
Thomas Alan Oct 2022
A companion is a gift;
A flower,
And a lily.

They bark and fight the gate
Because they know they are silly.

They thud the floor with their wagging tale
while they are giving you side eye
But there is comfort in their presence
and they never ask us why

Taking on horses
Because she had way more character
Her foolish bravery
She’s lucky it didn’t savage her

But even when they are gone
They will always be with you
So I’m sure they thank you for the years
That you were always true

So please don’t be sad
Here’s to our dearest Lily
Always part of your family
And always so silly.
Thomas Alan Feb 2022
I wanted to believe
the truth that lay behind your eyes
perhaps if it spilled with all the tears
it could have rubbed away all of the lies

Thomas Alan Apr 2016
It's almost morning
And it's cold outside
I'm walking home
From the club, I cried

There's a silence
            I can hear it
And it feels so loud
But I saw you dancing in the crowd

If only had I listened
To the things you'd said
Then perhaps I would not
End up alone in bed
Thomas Alan Aug 2016
Just a memory
             of what I am
not what I'll be,

as though every breath
is leaving me.
Thomas Alan Sep 2016
Once tied to the lining
of a never ending story
and now pinned to the fabrics
of "you have to leave in the morning"
Thomas Alan Aug 2016
go find another lover
you can take him to the stars tonight
he can push you against the car
but he won't hold you as tight  

and he can tell you things
that will help you forget
but what you will find in the sky
is my name and regret
Thomas Alan Dec 2015
Your mother won't approve
because I've got bigger thoughts
and your father doesn't like me
because I'm not into sports
Thomas Alan May 2016
Playing with an idea
that got tangled in my hands
wrapped around the concept
of all my selfish demands

I'll be the architect
of my own tragic demise
when I'm building my walls
as high as the skies
Thomas Alan Dec 2016
A saddened laden sky
fixed into the brain;
and a night of forest dream
can't take away the stain

Feathers float above you
and they land upon your bed
To remember those that left you
so words are left unsaid
Thomas Alan Feb 2022
So we got unlaced and rethread
at the end of a sad November’s day
but don’t you worry yourself though sweetheart
I’ll make sure that you get to have your say

who knows why you hurt the truest love
you have ever truly known
when you changed the course of history
forever apart, we will now be sewn

for you I was here all of the time
day or night my love
always with your fingers half interlocked
and folded into mine

I just want someone to read this
and understand my words as they are written
for the one for me will appreciate my intuition
yet still, from a curse of the bible I was left bitten

Thomas Alan Jan 2016
You lit a fire inside me
And left it to burn
Now that I'm ashes
Perhaps you will learn
Thomas Alan Apr 2016
head against the pillow
            floating off my bed
to find a place to meet you
astray is where you're led
                    i'll be your little secret
     in this land of make believe
because if this is just our fantasy
      it is not so much a thieve
Thomas Alan Nov 2016
There's a tale of a child
born into the snow
to two months prior
of January's glow
firstly honored by
only his Grandfather's name
tainted by his last
and his Father's game
A hidden tear falls
from a tree in November
but lands so quickly
that he can barely remember
Thomas Alan Jul 2022
a thief called during the night
and was in such a hurry
he only managed to take the not so valuables
the parts of me that I hate
the parts of me that are ugly
and now he's long gone
that is all he will remember
the worst of me
and he will wish he never robbed me at all
Thomas Alan Jan 2016
Here's to the darkness
And here's to the light;
For nothing would shine
If it weren't for the night
Thomas Alan Aug 2016
lips on his neck
that had just kissed his ear
he told me to be quiet
or the neighbours would hear

there was a knock
upon the backdoor
so he tugged at my body
and I asked him for more
Thomas Alan Nov 2022
I am relentless, obsessive
when I am screaming into the hardened face of this cliff
but is there anybody here to listen?
or talk me out of it
over a spliff?

Yet, I only have one purpose
one desire, one selfish wish
and that is to find what it is that we’ve lost —
the thing that what was missing when we shared our last kiss

I will continue to throw my light
into the shadows of your doubtful, ‘made up’ mind
and I will light up it’s beautiful skylines
until it’s the real you that I can find  

You don’t have to see this through
this path to which you have committed;
sometimes it’s braver to just admit the defeat
and let your soul be aquitted

Why should I just give up searching?  
when I know you want more  
I promised I would never give up fighting
for things I did not value before  

I will dig my weatherbeaten feet  
into the bed of this sea
until you turn around and you listen  
and sail right back home to me
Thomas Alan Sep 2015
an efflorescence flower
           is slowly becoming;
a long awaited hour
and a drawn out humming

the emerald fields
     of sharpening grass
                 a bed of roses
and thorns made of glass

an ethereal demeanour
concealed in the smoke
           slowly digesting
the aged poisoned oak
Thomas Alan Sep 2016
You shy from the truth
that brings us to our end
That it slowly is upon us
but the time we can bend
Thomas Alan Jul 2016
coiled there beneath a smile
draped in the betrayal of white wine
beneath the blanket of another lover
that's where you'll find what is mine

if i had poured a glass of red
perhaps i'd not have shared my bed
so 3 more years can hit the clock
and we can watch it
tick
tick
tock
Thomas Alan Nov 2022
I’m still clutching the clouds
and you watch from afar  
I don’t know why you still hate someone
who doesn’t exist anymore

Betty and the other stars in the sky
they carry your heart to me at night
and they keep bringing me back to you in your dreams  
because they believe we can put this right
Thomas Alan Jun 2021
I fell from the clouds
whilst you watched from the floor
and you know what’s funny?
I don't even recognise the person that you are anymore

I'm sure even Betty and the other stars in the sky
can see that you lost your heart in the night
so I will ask you this again -
can you really blame me for not putting up a fight?
Thomas Alan Oct 2022
you may persue the same religion
but that book is mine
that is my holy Bible
that you've got tucked neat between your thigh

my hand written annotations
will remain splashed across it's pretty pages
and my tear-stained droplets
will still be there when it beautifully ages

so you can read it, you can rip it
you can even tear out the middle
but my name will always be inside it
because we ****** so hard in riddle
Thomas Alan Feb 2019
bipolar is looking through the lens
of a Kodak
and seeing only black and white
or the most vibrant colour
Thomas Alan Jan 2016
we shift our bodies
when we're all coiled up
our salts are now dripping  
tied around lips bitten at dusk
          arched is my back  
we meet at a cusp;
a flame grows inside of me
until we finally **combust
Thomas Alan Sep 2015
It's well past midnight
In a room full of pink
Lustful stares
Meet my satire brink
I can’t have
A wandering eye;
It’s you that I miss
So I’ll go home and cry
I'm thinking of numbers
And the time in my head
How long it’ll be
Until you’re back in my bed
You said from the start
“You can do better”,
Then why do my eyes
Get wetter and wetter?
My chest isn't tight
From the nitrates and oxides
I don’t have time
For bleach blonde peroxides
Thomas Alan Jan 2022
so here we are
just like we always said
you and your Schwarzenegger arms
finally wrapped around my head

my body is unfamiliar
with skin that’s so warm
you don’t have a single imperfection
even without the curtains drawn

you smell ******* fabulous
no literally Tom Ford’s “******* fabulous”
you want me as much as I want you
so it’s impossible to understand why we did abstinence

dropped me at back
in your private plated Audi
we kiss on a heated seat
as we turn the windows cloudy

you knew you had me
when you said “there’s something about you”
if we were a colour
we would both we blue
Thomas Alan Jan 2022
I do not think you realise
that you hurt somebody's heart
and you aimed for the bull's eye
with a hand crafted poisoned dart

you may have missed the board
but you took the paint of the wall
the damage was done regardless
and now they're shouting the last call
Thomas Alan Jun 2016
I don't remember
all of the night
but I remember our bodies
by a window of starlight

and if by morning
you can remember my name
I'll forget all of the reasons
why we actually came
Thomas Alan Nov 2017
you say
that I have been careless with this love
drifting towards beaches  
towards the sand

but though a tear
taps the basic fabric
I continue to see
the sea in your eyes
Thomas Alan Sep 2015
I’ll carve out
my heart
and set it
in clay

At least then
just maybe
it won’t get
in my way
Thomas Alan Jan 2022
no watercolour **** about me
if they bottled me they’d sell me in Selfridges
can’t see through me like stained glass
but you might cut yourself on my edges

personality so bright you’ll need your shades on
maybe you were colourblind to my magic
and you will never ever be this cool
how tragic
Thomas Alan Mar 2016
You need to see the light
How it beams in my eyes
The way the green changes hue
Like the mystical skies

How a sadness runs through me
Like a nail in a wall
When I cracked at the surface
But I never could fall
Thomas Alan Nov 2022
It doesn't matter about the vows
that might one day be spoken
when you tell me we'll always have this bond
that will never be broken

And though he gave you a ring
it doesn't keep you out of our bed
and you swear it's really the last time
because he wants to be 'wed

You tell me that he is enough
and that one day "I'll see"
but as long as you are keeping my body
you are still keeping some of me

I was always going to be more
than some boring basic husband
because as much as you like vanilla
you really love custard
Thomas Alan Aug 2016
You can follow my heart
to the end of the skies
and we'll dance around the moon
until the sun is in our eyes
Thomas Alan Aug 2016
When your body tries to find me
in the dead of the night
It's like something pulls you closer
and that something keeps us alight
Thomas Alan Sep 2016
On December 25th
there's a silence in your head
Memories of me distant
and by summer will be dead

You will see my face in lights
that dangle in the street
But the winter sings a lone song
with the snow around your feet

The scent of Christmas wakens
every fibre of your being
And I'll be the long forgotten gift
that you will not be seeing
Thomas Alan Oct 2018
depression is the friend
that doesn't call you
to tell you they are coming over

depression is the friend
that tells you to have another drink
when you can barely stand
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