Tim T

Tim T May 2010

Poor Tsonga didn't last long,
one set - was something wrong?
I see, a groin injury.
Don't feel bad, Jo-W,
time to have some wine and Brie.

Roland Garros 2010, 4th round: Jo-Wilfried Tsonga had to give up after one set in his match against Mikhail Youzny, due to groin injury (hey that rhymes as well, ******!)

Tim T May 2010

sur mon dos

moi j'aime être coucher dans l'herbage
ça demange un peu
je regarde le ciel
pas besoin de lunettes de soleil
il y a des animaux dans les nuages
une vache, une sauterelle, un éléphant
ils grandissent et ils deminuent
avant qu'ils disparaissent completement
et me rends melancolique

j'aime ce sentiment

Inspired by several songs of the french band Les Elles. French is my 3rd language, so I'm sure I made some mistakes. I like it, and it was one of those things that came almost automatically.
It's about lying on your back in the grass, during a summer day, watching the clouds, and trying to find shapes that look like animals. It's basically a memory from when I was 8 years old or something. The poem is somewhat happy, but melancholic as well.

Tim T May 2010

Ah si j'etais riche

ah si j'etais riche
oh if I were rich
I wouldn't work
I wouldn't even lift a finger
I'd let all my servants do the work
I have black, brown and yellow ones
see, I'm not a racist
I give to charity
poor people need to be helped
they're too dumb to help themselves
that's why people like me exist

This probably can't be considered a poem, but it's one of my favourite things I've ever written. Inspired by the title of a Les Elles song (curiously called "ah si j'etais riche").

Tim T May 2010

you're the love of my life, left hand (Valentine's day 2009)

hearts
chocolates
a teddy bear

whispering in your ear
watching you sleep
holding hands

no
not tonight
nothing, ever

I know your secret
three letters
STD

Valentine's day is my favourite day to write trash poetry. This one is truly *******, but I hope people like the ending. The title is, sadly, autobiographical.

Tim T May 2010

Space

you, out there
with your planet-sized moon
craters of oblivion
vulcanos of gass
red rocks, green air
28-hour days
400 days a year
keep talking
just keep talking
keep talking

I found this in a notebook file, called "poem", dated 29/10/2009. I think it's older than that, and it was related to a dream I had the night before. I'm pretty sure the 28-hour days and 400 days a year refers to something I heard on Star Trek Deep Space Nine. I can't say I like it, but it's different from my other work, so I tolerate it.

Tim T May 2010

Ode to Jen

Jen
why are you so great?
is it something you ate?

Jen
why are you a google queen?
and why am I so silly and mean?

Jen
I want to spend my life with you
we'll have more than enough things to do
(together)

Jen
I'm not worthy of your attention
you're just a whole other dimension

Jen
I'm ******* at poems really
so feel free to slap me silly

(see, that last thing is smart because I'm proving the point right when I'm saying it! Don't they have a smart and complicated word for that?)

The end!

An ode to one of my best friends. Explaning everything would take too long (and it's uh, personal, yeah). I also think this is the first piece of trash poetry I've written. Still makes me smile.

Tim T May 2010

I may not have a girlfriend, but at least I still have you, razor blade

happy valentine
I hope you step on a landmine
I hope you go to hell
then I'd be rid of the smell
otherwise I'll have to shoot you with my carbine

also known as Valentine's day 2006. Featuring my two favourite themes: love and violence! I made some similar ones, but I lost them.