"cusick" poems
I feel this coming over like a storm again,
kicking, clawing, lashing out for reign,
endure to ensure the leisure's of pain,
through the wheat your voice so distant of grain,
over the heart and through the veins,
discover the righteousness of the truly insane.
What worked that got me in is something I cannot fathom to begin,
the spill from the canvas of your body,
the crunch of the morrow through to sought thee!
Leave me in this field of disbelief,
Leave me be!
Darling, sweet darling throw me out to the sea!
I don't want to be, you see?
The arrows from the heart have now shot me,
they've begin to dig deep down to distraught me,
My mind fought me,
the dealers bought me with a sweet gasly fume,
month after month cascading down in doom,
leave me to whither down in a bitter craving crazed loon.
Society has me tangled in this web,
what's right from wrong,
what should be said,
across the seas who's blood we shed,
but, sooner or later we'll all be dead.
-Tammy Cusick
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 1:27 PM UTC
Prevailing Walls
Hearts of silver words of gold,
over and over your stories are told,
liar; liar, they’re getting old!
I seal your words and sew your smiles,
put it down darling on my skin you file.
Blood runs black,
but remember this, darling, the weak always come back,
the shallow always floods deep,
and the angry will so and so cry a lonely weep.
Everyone has problems but a few we all hide,
protecting brick walls in this solitary mind,
burying our encased hollow pride,
Within the lonely depths of this embodied mind.
So, lay down this body back to sleep,
put a record on track and repeat,
Blissful music the beats reveal,
Absconding harlot the details prevail,
I’ll see you, sinner, in the depths of hell!
Two for two,
one for all!
You’ve lived in luxury behind a thin wall,
cascading down in wallpaper flesh,
smoke behind the mirrors; bottles of lies,
medicine cabinet of issues we cry.
Blinded down looking up for glory,
behind every broken person lies a true story,
restore your faith and free your soul,
only god can make you whole.
-Tammy Cusick
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 1:45 AM UTC
Someday you'll see that not everyone is blind to the perception you see,
natural born killers are what we're taught to be,
Too mute to grasp reality,
A world based on brutality,
take everything out of me,
use me,
bruise me,
lose me,
re-fuse me,
ignite this fire ,
blow on the flame .
**Natural born killers we're all to blame**.
-Tammy Cusick
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 2:27 AM UTC
Sparrow and Cage
In this world so cold a quiet voice is harshly faint;
a blissful soul is screaming in rage,
dying painfully like a bird locked in his cage.
Rusty bars through air we see,
crack open the cage inside what’s left of him you see,
beating cold between his wings, feathers...lovely feathers of what he used to be,
raging down the sparrow of his cry,
out of his nest when will he die?
Frightened and scared,
he is fully bewared,
Free at last!
Free alas!
Time has come; time has passed,
**** the beast, **** him fast
beating crimson through his heart at last.
The head of a bull the body of a man,
slay him down do what you can!
Solitary confinement refinement,
village of cowards you don’t know what dying meant,
a respectable man and his son quickly sent,
Deep down into the depths of walls,
Imprisoned forever,
they will rise to fall.
Icarus and Daedlus escape fast,
feathers of wax, candles flaming free;
Icarus his son was lost at sea.
**** this village burn down the towers,
this king beheaded destroy their power!
Sentence of death lurking closer,
he feels the electric coarse through his veins,
a thousand memories blistering his pains,
a yearning sparrow wanting outside his cage,
die down my bird and rest your rage,
the afterlife is your new endeavored page.
Haunt this prison through the shadows you deceive,
find your calling and heaven you shall receive.
-Tammy Cusick
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 2:01 AM UTC
You fill you're lungs with air you can't breathe,
You say words you cannot mean,
As fall fades and turns into spring,
Remember you're only thing,
The only thing i can think of in the spring,
Remember darling you're my everything,
The snow melts and the petals bloom,
Into something beautiful like you in june,
The firworks spark and the trees begin to grow,
Remmeber you're mine,
Here to stay and not to go,
Think of me when the wind blows,
The colors spark and begin to show,
Think of all the adventures we had to show,
Think of me and let the wind go,
Remember the petals fall,
And colors fade,
Journys end,
And winter has captivated spring,
Just remember you're a wonderful thing,
You're the petals to my fall and my spring,
Darling you're forever my wonderful thing.
-Tammy Cusick
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 2:23 AM UTC
Emotions are what base the weak from the strong,
To follow your gut from right and wrong.
Emotions set you and me far apart,
fear deep down separating at the start.
Emotions are said to be related through the heart,
but in the head is where they're pieced together,
aching thoughts left to whether,
taking your chances doing what's for YOUR better?
Emotions slice us, dice us and eat us whole,
it only determines who's going to fill that hole,
Who's going to be the 'other half' your sacred soul.
See emotions can be passed, forged, devoured, and restored,
But first things first they cannot be ignored.
So follow me and ignore those pains,
the aching from your chest leading to your brain,
that desire to love is just hell sent from heaven above.
-Tammy Cusick
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 7:49 PM UTC
I am tired,
weak at the knees,
bound by this light,
suffocated by the trees,
lay me down and let me ease.
I am blind,
Tedious to the touch,
Your euphoria my eternal crutch.
I am awake,
restless at night,
the vision of you in the cross-hair of my sight,
trembling up my arms I subdue into you,
heroine on your lips,
the sweet taste of pain,
the death of me will be your disdain.
I am enraged,
deranged for that fact,
you sink the needles of your teeth in me and that's, that,
I feel you sinking into my veins,
cradling my demons in this silk white cage,
I am your puppet on this quicksand of a stage.
I am saddened,
deepened in fear,
seeping down these numb gray walls,
I sense your energy,
Yet, I cannot hear,
they gave me a medal, yeah,
"Saddest Kid Of The Year."
I am in the spotlight,
cold in decay,
A shrine of you in my darkened array,
You doll me up and tell me "stay."
the velvet fell from your lips spilled into my soul,
shattered the pieces of a heart you used to call whole.
Now I stand on this podium of rot I've build for myself,
It's where they put people like us when you live on the top shelf,
While a crowd of you stands in roaring ovation,
You were my warning,
now I have this citation,
I'll never pay it off 'cause happiness is vacation.
- Tammy Cusick
TM 2017
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 8:32 PM UTC