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Jun 23 · 99
Untitled
tmartin Jun 23
know,
your best poem
will never find
the right word!
Jun 23 · 61
otherwise
tmartin Jun 23
there's always a way
waiting
for the will
to find.
Jun 23 · 290
Yes
tmartin Jun 23
Yes
the world resides
in her smile
her every question
your every answer
Jun 23 · 54
.
tmartin Jun 23
.
wait, “he whispered”

but she didn't
Jun 16 · 73
haiku
tmartin Jun 16
it's just

a flower

it dies
Jun 15 · 69
[f’acts]
tmartin Jun 15
some of the best men
in my life were women
Jun 15 · 518
Note X
tmartin Jun 15
the road to darkness
is a journey with a light switch
Jun 15 · 60
Set my soul alight
tmartin Jun 15
having uttered not a single word,
the flower is clearly heard.
Jun 14 · 219
trouble
tmartin Jun 14
a heart:
i see i have made plenty of poets
but not so very good
poetry

a ****:
i see i have made plenty of poetry
but not so very good
poets
Jun 14 · 43
Felt
tmartin Jun 14
from time to time
the idea of writing down
everything i feel
sickened me
Jun 14 · 80
....
tmartin Jun 14
torment, always
torment...
think of this when you
**** a roach or
pick up a razor to
shave
or awaken in the morning
to
face the
sun
Jun 12 · 33
again/
tmartin Jun 12
from time to time
the idea of writing down
everything i feel
sickens me
Jun 12 · 62
Bukowski
tmartin Jun 12
here's a ****
and here's a ****
and here's trouble
Jun 9 · 255
3AM
tmartin Jun 9
3AM
i look at the moon and think of you
so distant
the moon could’ve touched you
before i did
May 25 · 239
i am paper
tmartin May 25
like a cat
i’m waiting for my owner
in my case, more gropes.
i am vain
i regularly conjure up poetry on my skin
do not give me yours.
i will recite every word to my last paper breath
so i can kid myself that paper is power.
my hands, are a canvas
canvas for anyone's ***** thoughts and ***** details
for if enough titles are painted on my body then perhaps
i will learn the complex trick
at trick of gaining depth.
and maybe the world will look as full.
as full and real as i
attest about it
read about it
dream about it
vision about it in books,
or dance with in music,
and maybe perhaps my edges will stop being ripped;
or my corners cut
or maybe my pages will not be burned and tossed aside.
true;
sometimes, i am this tiny
sometimes, i am this entangled
sometimes, i am this bonded
vulnerable, and judged by many
but also sometimes i am full of wonder

but right now, i am this.


|  i am paper and no wonder i like words |
Excerpts from [Desperate Acts by tma_rtin]
May 8 · 294
a fickle game
tmartin May 8
we laugh until we cry
and cry until we laugh.
we love until we break
and break until we Love.
we learn until we brag
and brag until we learn.
we fall until we fly
and fly until we fall.
we crawl until we walk
and walk till we crawl.

| life is a play and here we are |
May 8 · 148
untitled
tmartin May 8
words aren't insisting
to be enshrined in poems.
i'm forgetting you
Mar 7 · 330
Alone, Part 1
tmartin Mar 7
when am weak
who do i call?
my God it hurts
i can’t be calm.
what do i do?
do i run?
i am tired of hate, tired of love
dug my nails into my arms
she turned left to my scars and questioned  
“what is my worth”
she turned left and questioned what’s my worth
Mar 7 · 244
untitled
tmartin Mar 7
the breaking
of
one wave
could never
explain
the entire
ocean
but it did
the shores it swashed
Feb 15 · 191
remember to*
tmartin Feb 15
escape with yourself
your demons
and carry with- your gods
Excerpts from Pillows & Records “Memories of an old friend” by tma_rtin
Dec 2019 · 187
Slave
tmartin Dec 2019
men have enslaved each other since they invented gods to forgive them from doing it’
Excerpts from “Pillows & Records - memories of an old friend” by tma_rtin
Dec 2019 · 129
Orientation
tmartin Dec 2019
history prefers legends to men
it prefers nobility to brutality
it prefers soaring speeches to quiet deeds
it remembers the battle and forgets the blood

whatever history remembers of me if it remembers anything at all. i shall always think of myself as a man well,
just a MAN
“Pillows & Records” Memories of an old friend
Nov 2019 · 162
Re*cycle
tmartin Nov 2019
the most important thing is to keep the most important thing the most important thing
Sep 2019 · 238
rip*ped
tmartin Sep 2019
we have been assassins for a while
|
we just didn’t have targets...
pillows and records
“Memories of an old friend”
Mar 2019 · 299
Hope
tmartin Mar 2019
hope is a force that wields
great power and great strength.
maybe there's no actual magic in it,
but where there’s hope,
you can make things happen,
it’s almost like magic.
Excerpts from my new book “Desperate Acts”
Mar 2019 · 221
“Unknowns”
tmartin Mar 2019
i guess i bit off more
than i could ingest
Mar 2019 · 206
“i know she did”
tmartin Mar 2019
i know she glowed
because
her stretch-marks had a tone of a kind


i know she glowed
because
her face without freckles,
was a sky without stars


i know she glowed
because
she was a beautiful imperfection
that no one could hold an objection
Excerpts from my new book “Desperate Acts”
Feb 2019 · 141
“Sands”
tmartin Feb 2019
We’re all just grains of sand...
Feb 2019 · 207
Trust is a funny thing!
tmartin Feb 2019
“screaming at the ones we love
controlled by those we hate!”
Feb 2019 · 1.1k
| The beauty of a woman |
tmartin Feb 2019
“the beauty of a woman is in the adventures she's taken, the lives she's touched and all the minds she's awakened.
|
the beauty of a woman is in the caring she gives, the sincerity in her laughter, and the passion in her griefs.
Feb 2019 · 687
SELF *ish*
tmartin Feb 2019
even in the loneliest moments,
i have been there for my self
Feb 2019 · 206
What she said
tmartin Feb 2019
Poetry
| the new age ******* |
that’s what my aunt carol calls it
| the new age ******* |
she says it sounds like;
“in quietness there’s truth”. some **** like that...
Desperate Acts
Jan 2019 · 213
The Beautiful & Damned
tmartin Jan 2019
i see the beauty in you, and the darkness.
both are brilliant.
Jan 2019 · 172
Passion in bursts
tmartin Jan 2019
it has a way of wilting
or blossoming
at the strangest and most unpredictable hour.
but this how love is;
an uncontrollable beast in the form of a flower
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07BVGZK4G/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_awdb_t1_DGGrBb06V7WBK
Jan 2019 · 470
Past lovers
tmartin Jan 2019
You keep asking me about my past lovers
and whether i still have feelings for them.
You become upset when i don’t keep a straight face.

Yet, it is not my fault. For i can’t help but smile when i think about later tonight.
Pore excreting upon pore,
and how my fingers will through comb your hair.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07BVGZK4G/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_awdb_t1_DGGrBb06V7WBK
Jan 2019 · 94
Untitled
tmartin Jan 2019
this is it
if i write one more word,
it’ll be the furthest away from a scribble i’ve ever been...
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07BVGZK4G/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_awdb_t1_DGGrBb06V7WBK

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