TM Wood: Favorites

Apr 2014 TM Wood

Dianna

To*
                 Feel
                                Free,
                            To
                  Be
       At
              Peace,
                                      Both
                                 Mentally
          &
                          Physically,
                                                 But
                                 Still
                                Have
                                     &
                                          Keep
                                                           In
                                                        Mind
                                                What
                                                 I
                                             Know
                                                    Now,
                                                            To
                                                         Understand
                                                                        Majority
                                                                                        Of
                                                                                                          Confusing
                                                                                                        Hurtful
                                                                                                Overly
                                                                              Happy
                                                                           &
                                                                               Suicidal
                                                                                         Thoughts
                                                                         That
                                                               Run
                                                    My
                                                       Mind
                                                                           Incessantly
                                                                                              *Almost....

Let's face it ,I still don't know what i want exactly.
In a way I think I do have an ideal
and a mental image
sort of

Apr 2014 TM Wood

I'm Sorry

Apr 2014 TM Wood

Mikaila

I'm Sorry

They told me to cry
However I could
And I said your name into the floor
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
You have many names
To me
And I said that one to the smooth wooden boards
Against my cheek.
I'm sorry
Is what I call you
At night before I go to sleep
And when I wake up in the morning.
All of your names can pull tears from me
But that one
Works the best.
Sometimes you are god
And sometimes you are lover
And sometimes you are the universe
In its vastness
Brighter than all the stars
But always I can call you
I'm sorry
And know that you will hear me.
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
Sign your name into my ribs
So that it may touch every breath I take.
They asked me to cry
And I cried.
And when I rose
Your name sank through my chest and into my stomach
Like a stone
And it is still there,
Cool and unyielding
But solid.

#love #pain #sorry #apology

Apr 2014 TM Wood

Today

Apr 2014 TM Wood

Jon Shierling

Today

Today, today.....

Did I not stand beside the shores of your river, weeping the ink my pen should have used for mere words of regret or shame or longing.

Longing for a kiss of flowers, did you not witness me writing calligraphy in the sand with the shard of a broken sword?

Today, today.....

You deigned to visit again in the small hours, a lotus from the Ishii valley, whirling in drops of incandescence.

Did I not wince with a longing for something I can barely remember save in dreams and flashes, that mystery you write of?

Today, today.....

Pieces of paper are all that may remain as proof that what I experienced was something that actually existed once.

Did I not realize that these Revolutions in my heart are only the absence of having someone near to pour my love over?

Inspired by Blue Submarine No. 6

Apr 2014 TM Wood

Tierra Del Fuego

Apr 2014 TM Wood

Jon Shierling

Tierra Del Fuego

It's getting hot again, and I always start
to come back to life in the heat,
something to do with being covered in sweat
and the way things smell,
plants exploding everywhere,
wind caressing before a thunderstorm,
and the throbbing of drums deep in the night.
Somehow I always wake up with bites and scratches,
recurrent love-making and the urge
to put up mosquito netting so I can leave the windows open.
Ah, the sun turns everything soft here,
well, not necessarily everything when you're with me
and the world dissolves into a tangle of limbs and tongues,
something akin to dancing in private
and I'm not sure which I prefer;
the sensuality of moving to drums and guitars with you,
or the ferocity of our moonlight sonatas.

Apr 2014 TM Wood

Do not fall in love with me

Apr 2014 TM Wood

Danielle Shorr

Do not fall in love with me

Do not fall in love with me
I will turn every empty second into a overanalyzed thought
I will fill the spaces between our heartbeats with lovesongs emitted from my fingertips
I will make your words into poetry
Recite them over and over until they are tattooed on your skin
I will make your lips a sacred temple and send my prayers through kisses
Your body will become my garden where i will plant myself roots up
Intertwine my vines with yours
I will call you the sun
Your breath will become my air and I will use you to photosynthesize
I will forget that I am not a tree
And you are not my forest
I will forget that we are only human
So do not fall in love with me
Unless you are willing
To love the details.

Apr 2014 TM Wood

Cell Towers

Apr 2014 TM Wood

Courtney Snodgrass

Cell Towers

There are pictures of naked bodies
Bouncing from one cell tower to a different cell tower.
We live in a world where technology allows us
To see each other’s bodies long before we ever
Climb under blankets and have the privilege
Of exploring one’s anatomy in the comfort of the dark
Instead of through the mirror of a small bathroom
Where if you’re lucky, she might have included her face.
It’s too bad the boy or girl she sends it to still won’t know
The color of her eyes or that she scrunches her nose
When she’s mad or that she has the deepest dimples when she laughs.
Your body is more than just a screenshot that the receiver will take.
It’s more than ******* in the extra bit of sand
Inside the hour glass of your flesh covered skeleton.
It’s more than standing a little taller, arching your back
So that the cage of ribs protecting your heart show through
The lens of the camera.
Your body is more than turning to the left, then turning to the right
Because you’re trying to find an angle that makes you seem even thinner.
There are boys who only know how to love you as they hold their phone
With your picture in their eyes and their hand touching their own body
When they could be touching yours.
Do not allow a boy to love you through a picture because if a real man
Wants to love you, he won’t ask to see your naked anatomy before
First seeing your face and knowing that your eyes are blue,
That when you laugh, your dimples grow as deep as the Grand Canyon.
Do not allow yourself to let a boy love you through a picture that’s
Bounced from one cell tower to a different cell tower.

this is kind of a rough draft. let me know what you all think! feedback is appreciated and encouraged.
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#poem #poetry

Apr 2014 TM Wood

Hello Poetry

Apr 2014 TM Wood

irinia

Hello Poetry

sitting in my living room
white socks against red carpet
my sleeping toes testing
the cornerstone of morning
dawn’s hoot woke me to daydreaming
and voila

I’m sitting here
awaiting for a fresh poetic tide
to tease me from the home box:
would you like some poetry for breakfast?
how about lunch?
meet me at dinner
let’s have a poetic feast

before time roller coasters
start screeching the duties of the day
musing on new wonders
in the avalanche of gestures
or before pushing the night to its limit
I enter the maze of your words,
you strangers with poetic souls&bodies;&mind;;
longing to vibrate as one
starving never to conclude
floating restless, incomplete
in love’s amniotic dream

I go out on the door
in the colors of your thoughts
fierce chain reaction
giving is receiving
and all of a sudden, unexpected
my heart would open up to itself in a smile
through distance and time
some unknown kindred soul
has been smiling back at me

I wonder how this can be

it must be Poetry
let it labor upon me

I'm feeling enriched and more inspired since I've started to involve myself here, so I felt like writing about it.
Happy Easter to everyone celebrating!