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Tintin Dec 2017
Heavy eyelids
Flutter and stutter
Struggling to remain
In a state of consciousness

But how can one resist
The tempting silence
As it beckons
To pillows and blanket fortresses

Where stuffed animals of youth await
And remind
Take care
Take care
Go to sleep precious darling
Tintin Aug 2017
At twelve it was a small group
Easy to keep an eye on
And most were capable of thinking for themselves
All I really had to do was comfort them when they cried
Break up fights.
Little plauground stuff
At fifteen there were children
None actually ours
But I loved them the same
And treated them like the others
At sixteen two sisters
Two pairs of them actually
The younger pair, difficult, but loveable
The elder pair easier
Playing with my brother
While the younger was laughing
As father jokingly called her
Ms."waaaa"
At sixteen they came back
Now thee was four
The baby who used to cry
When someone other then auntie and I held her was all grown up
Running around, talking
Giving me a headache
Still I love them all the same
At seventeen one of four
Leaves in maybe a dream haze
Worrying mother, auntie and myself
Wondering if still he missed those who didn't want him.
At seventeen I'm jokingly called mom
With a"daughter" starting college
Another in high school
But both uncertain
At seventeen
Scolding when needed
But still trying to understand
Wanting both sides
Because I know what its like
I'm still young enough to know
What its like to be ignored by elders
And at seventeen
Looking at all my kids
Ever increasing
Ever being a thorn in my side
And still these kids
Are still mine
So long as they see me
As someone who protects
Once under my care
They are my kids.
Tintin Aug 2017
You only live
so I keep my life?
why do you speak
so much of
giving your life
in exchange for mine?

As fires blaze
in the sanctity of our room
cards lay out
in a gamble

I cannot allow you
To suffer again
To be toyed with or worse
Ripped and burned

The both of us
We'll be filled with love
When the executioner comes
To collect us
Tintin Jul 2017
This is our gamble
these cards on the table
neither of us
will be a sacrifice

your life
for mine
what kind of twisted fate
lays waste
to an innocent being
who was trapped in
a mechanical hell

As gunfire
and bonfires
chaos explodes

take my hand
and in our execution
let's both go
to Elysium.
Tintin Jul 2017
She talks
and asks
why
I cannot speak

She drags me everywhere
and has a grand time
while I am forced
to live in a mechanical body
she crafted to me

Radio waves
are my only means
and one sentence repeats
in my limited vocal ability

I pray for Elysium
and the soft grace and rest
still she drags me
I'm nothing but a doll

spirits take me
from this prison
why must I be forced
to live a life already full
Tintin Jul 2017
When I found you
You were a small, shriveled seed
Forgotten even by the birds
And the ants the crawled across the ground.

When I saw you
Stuffing fell in great piles
And scarlet seams ripped open
The fabric torn

When I spoke to you
It was through glass
My voice muffled
And eventually
I resorted to attempting backwards writing
On the glass between us.

When I held you
I was afraid
So many pieces
One wrong move
And you'll scatter all over the floor.

And I took that seed
And gave it to my mother
And asked her to teach me
How to grow a tree

I took the teddy
To my grandma
Who showed me how to fix the seams
And gave me a heart to put inside it.

I struck the glass with a hammer
From my brother
And as tiny crystals rained down
I hurried to shield you

And pulling out my seams
I stitch you together.
With part of me
So you're never alone

But....

Though I have found you
You insist on staying broken
And you pick at the seams
And collect the glass
But even so
If you leave
My seams will still hold
Till the day you come to find me
Tintin Jul 2017
Dancing gracefully
In the mantel
Smoldering wood
Gives rise to dancers

Wraiths

Writhing and twisting
Steps crackling
And beauty fades
To ashes on the ground.
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