Tim S

Tim S Sep 2016

The sun...

Rising over the halcyon river on this brisk September morning made for a wondrous sight.

The rising and beginning of a brand new day as this ferry makes its way to Whitehall.

A brand new day that is still riddled with one question.

Sometimes we stop to smell the roses but we cannot ignore the questions inside of us..

#fall #questions #autumn #nyc #september #whitehall

Tim S Sep 2016

Back Burner

I was a hair late.
Those mere hours were enough for her to put me on the back burner,
And move someone else to the front.
I was left wanting, waiting, and waning.

Yes, we will exchange pleasantries,
And even embrace on occasion.
But the embraces will be nothing more than reminders of how platonic I am,
Or how pathetic I've become.

The wayside by which I stand cannot be overcome by merely remaining hopeful.
Yet, the time for action has passed.
Though I still pine like the ghost of Neruda.

This is about a coworker I developed some feelings for. I said nothing for months. I finally did and she let me down very easy. Nice gal. Still friends to this day. Though, we got together for one night after this.

#love #pathetic #work #platonic #coworkers #neruda #associates #dolna #backburner

Tim S Sep 2016

Subway Connections

Subway Connections.
Your music in your ears
Your eyes to mine

Subway Connections
Where we throw our eyes at each other and then get off the train,
Only to transfer with each other and walk the same path.

But you're connected.

Subway Connections
Your smile to my cordial, inviting glance.
From my battle against your connection to a battle against my nerves

Subway Connections
They're fluttering and frightening
They're either missed or taken.

Subway Connections
**We missed.

I used to see this ******* the 4/5 train every morning. I did eventually talk to her, but this poem is the beginning of the connection.

#eyes #music #flirting #missed #connections #subway #kim

Tim S Sep 2016

The Rabbit Hole

I will look at you with the same old eyes.
You will hold my gaze attentively.
And I'll go on wishing I could change it all,
When I know I can't change you.

You will be forever capitvating,
And I will be forever falling down -
Down the rabbit hole of love,
When I know I can't change you.

This is another poem in my so called "Jessica Chronicles”

#love #change #unrequited #hole #forever #rabbit #jessica #rabbithole

Tim S Sep 2016

Hello?

I didn't get the chance to see you everyday,
But I thought that when I did,
It was enough.
And if I couldn't make it there,
I could always call.

You always welcomed the calls.
I thought the hardest part of this would be a life devoid of your presence.
But you always welcomed the calls.
You always welcomed the calls.

Sometimes you just want to call someone and you realize you can no longer do so.

#life #death #hello #grandfather #grandpa #calls

Sep 2016

Kimberly Semiday

Our Bodies like Branches

Let us be like trees in autumn.
Let us turn colors and leave the landscape of this world more beautiful than it was before.
Let others bask in the purity of our evolutionary changing leaves.

May we not be afraid to shed our skin.
May we know that even when we are most barren, like the branches of winter it will not last.

Spring will come again.
It will put bark back on our trunks.
It will feed our roots that we embedded deep within the earth.
It will allow us to bloom again.

#nature #change #seasons #evolution

Tim S Aug 2016

72 Hours in Ellicot City

For the smallest of stature,
She was the biggest in the room.
It lit up whenever she entered,
And I did all that I could to not make a fool of myself.

It only took a weekend for me to fall hard.
She was quirky, but serious,
She was cute, but beautiful,
And I tried everything that I could to not get reeled in.

Less than seventy two hours...
That's all it took for me to feel like I had fallen seventy two stories.
And just like that,
I had to leave her and Ellicot City behind.

It was the longest three hour drive.
Back to New York City I went,
Leaving her and the weekend in my rear view mirror.
Heaven only knows when I'll see her again.

Sometimes you meet someone at the most inopportune time. This a story of one of those times. Here's to you, Alice.

#love #falling #alice #nyc #newyorkcity #maryland #ellicotcity