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Tommy Nov 2017
Today I felt sad at 5am
I wanted to tell you
The birds were beginning to shout
And the rising temperature of the sky
Matched that of my blood
As I felt myself cooking, stewing,
Gazing at the endless galaxies out there
Now invisible in this light trap.

Condensation dripped down the inside of the window,
From my nose pressed against the cold glass
But I made sure the sigh I exhaled didn't disturb the contents of this tiny box-
The door says 'do not disturb'
- And then I held my breath
Until the dust had once again settled,
A little thicker than before.

I tried to make myself dream
I thought up an expansive meadow,
Sat just at the top of a cliff
The grass greener than anything else
The sun dancing gently atop the wildflowers
And I imagined taking your hand-
running, screaming, laughing-
I imagined happier reasons
For my uncontrollable heartbeat, my rapid breaths, the clammy sweat,
Despite the fact that I'm actually shivering, swaddled tight under two heavy blankets.

I buried my face in the cushions
And turned on a light to ward off the dark
I put on headphones to mask the silence and the pounding screams
Of the tiny birds keeping residence outside my window.
If I had my own way I'd drown them out with my own song
The pounding of my dancing heels
Keeping time with the waves in my head
To fill this empty room

I wanted to tell you
But right now, you're somewhere else
Asleep as you should be
I tried to curl tighter
To ward off each stab of a high-pitched whistle
I made mental notes of songs I could sing you
Once I've escaped these walls.

Until then, tell those warblers to go taunt somebody else.
and in the meantime I'm just going to have to trust that I'll end up back in your arms, your beating heart a shield to the arrows which pierce mine upon each beat
Tommy May 2017
Maybe you dreamt of a flower
Something soft and small
And hoped it would be enough
That it loved you back

You almost named me after your favourite:
A small, sweet, delicate flower
Which climbs high and grows strong
But you changed your mind when you saw me

The name you gave me is no less beautiful
And I hope it’s still a testament to my person
The songs I sing for you are works of poetry;
All your old favourites

The love I offer you is endless
But maybe the idea of it wasn’t enough for you
To clear the skies enough
And end the monsoon season

I remember dancing with her in the rain
Clothes soaked through,
A small child,
I couldn’t see the irony of it all

The freckles that come with the sun
Remind me of you, remind me I’m yours
I think I’m still climbing
But I’m not sure I’m as strong as you’d hoped

I hope I didn’t let you down, that day.
the name Brighid is of Celtic origin and is commonly understood to mean 'strong'. The Celtic symbol for father daughter tells the story of Brighid who sat close to her dying father. As she waited she weaved a knot from rushes. Her father noticed and asked her what she was doing. She explained how each loop although individual is not able to be separated from the whole just as their relationship was interwoven so too were they wrapped up with those who would follow in the life after.
Tommy Apr 2017
You make me want to cling to you
Tight fingers wrapping round and pulling closer
One more drink till baby's doom
And it couldn't feel any better
Soft whispers elevate
And your voice pulls me back to the ground.

I looked at you and it felt peaceful
To open my eyes for the first time
I want to be a part of whatever this is
I want to stay awake until my eyes close themselves
And I can rest back in your arms
My mind racing
But these thoughts don't hurt me,
Those dreams taste sweet

Then the smoke covered my eyes
Enveloped by your hands I gave myself
And I wanted to, it felt good
Edging ever closer to tipping point
You pulled me right back
This feels like the first time
And it feels real
You pulled my head out of the clouds
And now I live in that silver lining
Tommy Mar 2017
The buildings rise high in the distance
A different vantage point from
The night of the wolf howl
He'd held me close
And told me he didn't want to put me down
As our cries rose above the city scape
Our laughter lost to the biting winter air.

Tonight I watch from a pathway
On my way home I am alone
Limping, not from what you've done
I can't figure out how I feel.
Last time this was a dream
A nightmare, I groaned and shuddered
Until the snow cooled my fevered brow.

Now I feel different
The cold doesn't bite me but the thoughts of you have sharp teeth
Thoughts of her words when she sees me grind my flesh
She can't see me like this
Even if I'm not in a way
I don't understand what this is
But I know how to give you my all.
I wonder why you don't respond?

I do not want your love
Nothing so foolish as your heart or mine
I got what I came for
Or not, that's up for question
But you leave me undignified
Even as I stand tall
Even though we both know what this is
Is this inevitable?
why did i let me use myself like this
Tommy Mar 2017
The yellow light illuminating my broken window
From which all I can see are heavy grey clouds
And the winter carcasses of suffering trees

He said "not all men" and blamed it on my tears
He knows I'm strong but he wishes I could be invincible
I hope he never finds out how much he damaged me

The love songs are playing on repeat
But they can't soothe the rising fear as my time approaches
I was just left, alone, staring from the bridge

She says I need someone to catch my fall
And she hopes I won't blame her once I've dropped
But this pit lies empty, the darkness obscures all the other broken souls

I've been trying to move the clouds with my mind
Hoping the boundless wingspan of the circling crows
Could disperse this fog they've created
you always did laugh at my hopeless idealism
Tommy Feb 2017
Write me a love song for all the lost souls
Floating out upon the sea
And I will watch over you forever
As long as you stay good to me

I'll leave a light on when you go away
Far across the waves
The siren's song will slip past your ears
As upon my lighthouse you fix your gaze

And tell them that you're going home
When they ask you what comes next
I'll meet you on the pier alone
Oh how I love you the best
Tommy Feb 2017
This is the point at which the illusion shattered
I don't remember being told that adulthood would mean stability
But somehow I always believed that they weren't like this.  
I don't believe I am an anomaly
I don't know one person who hasn't been ****** up in one way or anther
Words that once stung my ears are numb now
And it's been the very thing in which I was taught to have pride  
That has done me the most damage.

My mirror is lined with lights
Like at the cabaret
So I can pretend as I sit and put my face on
That the world is my stage
And as I step out of my bedroom door
It is the stage lights which blind me
And the roar of an awaiting audience which bursts my eardrums.

As a child I used to watch the people in the streets
As they went about their daily business
Some rushing,
Some meandering,
Some chatting with friends
and others just taking the air
And it looked like it were some ballroom routine
A perfectly choreographed flash mob of people
Each movement completely planned and controlled
As though there were giants up above playing with us like dolls.
What a merciless force my giant toys with

They say breaking a mirror brings 7 years of bad luck
I should be so lucky
This was the year when my illusion shattered
And here I am picking up pieces of broken glass
Each shard making its own incision on my fingertip
While my hands leave a trail of blood behind, covering everything I touch.
Memories are tainted red, but this does not smell like roses.

I grew up in a meadow;
Dandelions to catch my falls she told me everything will be okay
And she tried to teach me to love who I will become
We can be there for each other she said we will all come out the other side strong.
Now I live in a world filled with words;
Like vines, they grow sharp and thorny in nature
Big words which were once too hard to swallow are now the daily pills of this existence
I grew up in a meadow
And I am just now realising
That I was raised a lamb.

Now I am put to the slaughter.
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