"tbc" poems
"Would it be entirely inappropriate of me to suggest a hangout session in which we go out for tea and some mostly-nonserious flirtation?", he asks, all of which is proceeded by more than two hours of silly, random banter involving eyeballs and pineapples in vacuums.
It seems being asked on a date has become so taboo, to the point that when it does happen, the natural reaction would be to say yes.
TBC...
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
how do insecurities creep inside
at our most powerful moments?
how does weakness get through power?
is it not just weakness?
how does sunshine get through rain?
well, is it not just sunshine?
can rainy times not provide a bit of power?
is it not, still, just a little rain?
is it not, still, just a little aitch-two-oh?
do we not, still, need it to survive?
does the rain just not provide?
does the sunshine not provide, too?
do we not need both to stay alive?
again, I will ask you,
how does weakness get through power?
is it not still weakness?
is it not still power over all?
are they both not necessary?
do we not need both of them together?
maybe 'why' would be the better.
why does weakness get through power?
does it not know . . . how to be a
weakness?
what?
no, why, why does the weakness have the
ability to push its way through walls of power?
that's not possible! . . . right?
how??
yes, how, how does the weakness have
the strength to stop the power from doing its job . . .
how does it know what to do to counteract power, at will?
is it not just weakness, still?
is it not just weakness . . . still . . .
why does weakness have the power . . . ?
yes, why does the weakness have power . . .
how does the weakness devour . . .
how can the weakness be wolfish . . .
how can the weakness over power . . .
how can the "weak" get through the "powerful" . . . I ask you . . .
[tbc]
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 2:57 PM UTC
50 shades of ****** up,
I've ventured deep within you.
...scrutinized every centimeter,
every corner,
of that perplexing cavernous mind of yours.
*I
fell
in
love*
...but somewhere between "I" and "love"
I found myself stumbling into the spaces between them.
I knew you were too weak
to catch me but
those cogent promises,
that compelling voice,
how could I not succumb, baby?
I never doubted you and that was my downfall.
I stood in the gap for you,
defended you,
when anyone pestered me with pessimism.
There's this saying about....
...a log being in your eye
yet you're trying to take a speck out of someone else's;
Let's just subliminally throw the ***** laundry out.
Out of all the wrongs I've ever done,
I'm able to say,
**"I never cheated."
"I never gave up."
"I was always there for you."
"I kept my promises."**
kinda distasteful that you can't, huh?
tbc has been discontinued.
TheEnd.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 4:48 PM UTC
Time cries for no one
A mystery i think time is
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, .....
It continues without a care in the world
We plan and plant and wait and harvest
Then, we do it all over again
With time, we move on and on
There is no pause, only continuum
Time cries for no one
People pass on, pets pass on
Life recycles
Poets philosophize
Philosophers ponder
Sounds pointless, all of these
It's an adventure, almost predestined
A web of feelings
This is life, they say
This is life...
TBC, forever
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 4:18 AM UTC
The lamp post with the shoes around it
that's what I want to write about
The one approximately forty yards northeast
from the view at the start of my driveway
Located in the middle of the end of the culdesac
It's funny because thare are three shoes:
My left Converse All-Star,
Cole's right Nike,
and the third one i cannot make out
In fact I can't recall who threw them up there
All I remember was feeling pride
in not only my community,
but in it's history
Tenby Court is where I'm from
I lived their for eighteen years
We call it the TBC
I look at the shoes now
and I get that same feeling
But now the only difference is
there's another feeling
accompanying the pride
It's one I haven't felt in a while:
Nostalgia
Apr 24, 2012
Apr 24, 2012 at 1:24 PM UTC
50 shades of ****** up,
let me explore you.
Allow my demons the delectation,
of amalgamating with yours.
Let’s connect our hearts as one,
as our spirits intertwine
and our demons sway.
sway to the a tuneless feeling of euphoria.
sway to sounds of two hearts,
beating as one.
yours and mine.
tbc...
- d.b.d.
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 12:18 PM UTC
It was all about me
And what I wanted to see
Now I cry deep inside
And I don't know why
I thought I could see
Every thing in front of me
Hear every word
That needs to be heard
I didn't look in your eyes
Or even notice your smile
Cause, it was all about me...
TBC
by Debra Lea Ryan & ?
15.07.2025
☼ ♡ ƸӜƷ ❀ ♬
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 2:35 AM UTC
Rose Without Thorns
You Are Kissed
By The Sun
A Beautiful Flower
I Truly love.
Rosa senza spine
Si sono baciati
Dal sole
Un bel fiore
Amo veramente.
DLR
03/12/2016
TBC
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC
This is a love poem.
This is a poem for the girl I haven't met yet,
with the long brown hair
and the eyes that always look down.
This is a poem for the girl who thinks this is about her,
and this is a poem for the girl who thinks this is about her.
And it is about you.
It's about your eyes,
and how they don't blink sixty times a minute and
I'm jealous of that,
because you don't have to deal with time passing by as quickly as I do.
And sure, you have a kaleidoscope heart, but
you also have a honeysuckle smile.
And sure, a lot of the time, you see the bad -
but that doesn't mean you can't see the good, either.
I want you to twist my skin between your hands, like an Indian rug burn,
and change me,
because we both know that it isn't as hard as we pretend it to be.
Always look forward,
and adjust me with your fingertips until I'm whatever color you want me to be,
because I'll change for you.
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 10:19 PM UTC
Day 126:
I can't keep up with the length of your hair. I can't remember if we shook our right hands or our left. I still haven't fixed the collar on your shirt because I hung it up in the back of my closet.
Day 127:
The smell of you is fading from me, faster than that sand slipping through my fingers when we went to the beach for the Fourth of July. You walked away without a sunburn.
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 9:41 PM UTC
You said we were like the Sun and the Moon.
And I agreed, as long as I got to be the Moon
But soon I realized that,
with you as the Sun,
I didn't get to see you too often.
I got sick of your company only becoming
time spent passing each other throughout the day.
I got tired of other people falling in love with how beautiful you were;
I was young,
jealous.
People never fell in love with me.
Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 9:33 PM UTC
Off I go to the shroud of cover, in a deep far off avenue where body salts melt and white turns to black,
misread, misinterpreted and enjoyed by others @ my own expense.
sunshine, seashells and peppercorn bits
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
Opened the pandora's box
Yet
Again.
This time I know I will be Stronger.
Aggression,
Assertion.
tbc
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 11:14 AM UTC
There's ghosts up in the gears 'n sprockets
hosts of locusts fear the prophets
preachin' reachin' for the sky
on the morrow we may die
~
I pray to trees n bumble bees
on my kneeses **** a jesus
his death was probably in vain
just wash that **** away with rain
~
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 8:52 PM UTC
The forest was dark and shallow
As I strolled through it
Nature pulling me deep in
There was not one
Injured bone in my body
but I still felt broken
I heard a loud cracking noise
To the left of my direction
A stick broken in half of some sort
I stopped walking to listen because I heard it again
And darkness was no longer in my vision anymore
But there standing in front of me
Was a 9 foot tall white wolf
With piercing green eyes...
(TBC)
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC
Grieving is a word that invokes many thoughts. It is similar to grave, one has dug for themselves or one that another is lowered into. Commence: the place and time of grieving. Along with it there comes a muted gray feeling. Like you cannot breathe in the air because it is ridden with smog and toxins that allow only shallow gasps. It is heavy and it is surrounding. Then comes the catalyst for the action. It is a loss, it is a hole, it is something that once was but now ceases. Then once it has gone, we find ourselves alone with our thoughts again. Can grieving occur over something that has yet to happen? I think it must be something that is done post and not pre. The loss can minuscule or grand, there are spectrums present in just about everything. The loss could be of a personality trait or of running water. It could be the loss of a friendship or loss of land. I had the pleasure of driving through the mountains recently, and I found that the mountains are grieving. There are faces resting in the rock, saddened by the diminishing countryside. tbc
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 11:16 AM UTC
Thoughts are disturbing they keep burning
the wheels keep turning my feeling keep urning
why do I battle myself?
why don't I just let it go?
I get so ****** and I want to scream
I want to be mean but I'm a fein
does anyone know what I mean?
I'm a sucker a ************
I'm under cover to hide the freak that I am with one another
a blunder
terrible like the worst thunder
I have discovered
I'm nothing like my mother and
it makes me wonder
am I a hunter?
I could go on forever..tbc...
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 8:41 AM UTC
you gotta look through the pain.
you gotta look through it all.
...tbc.
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 12:02 AM UTC
growing up I never knew that the only color visible to me would be blue.
How can there be colors if we're all blue? The harsh realities of life, stress and anxiety creates that hue.
Although my mind is in a cluster,
I cant help but to wonder,
why did I rush to become this ?The thoughts I had of my life were past lavish.
Blue is the only color I see
As if my thoughts are the sea. I try to drown my fears & anxiety , but they can swim & no one told me. Why did I try to do such a thing? Now all they do is haunt me & bring me pain and romp & disturb my soul.
For God's sake I'm too young to be feeling this old. Take me back to the glory days, I miss how things used to be. Back in the days when I had a family. And by my side-
grammy.
Take me back to the glory days when only innocent thoughts would rave -
in my mind. Those were the glory times.
How did I become to this state when all I see is blue ?
I know I wear glasses, but tell me do I need new eyes too?
Trivial times, I'm facing head - head. "Nothing matters , yet everything matters." I said. My feelings, anxiety and stress ahead cant **** me if i'm already dead.
I want to change my perspective. I want to see other hues. I wish I had someone that could change my life from this blue.
tbc... // (g.m)
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 2:25 AM UTC
the white chalk hills softened my boyhood games
rolling over and over in lush green fields
where snakes and lizards slept content in the Sun
and we hunters lifting discarded corrugated iron sheets
caught sight of creatures both fascinating and strange.
Other creatures, Hedgehogs we would feed bread drenched in milk,
and shepherd down gardens where all gardeners were asleep, to places better for them, so we thought in our rebellious minds.
Bees also nesting deep in the earth, we challenged by setting light to the entrance to their hive and acted surprise on the morn when hundreds of angry Bees filled everywhere. Boys indeed will be boys, and being totally ignorant of girls to learn many decades gone by that Julie your best mates sister always thought that you and her would be married and live a long shared life together. tbc.
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC
As a lover says I will return
Just before the extended loss of stay
Be it echoed over mountains past
Or etched in stillness contemplation
The tongue in all of its self-proclaimed wisdom
Finds no words less, no more deserving
Then the faithful say
And cry on high
Saying Maranatha – Maybe today
TBC
Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 11:35 AM UTC
Your aching heart
Is suffering in silence
As the days drag on
You don't hide it
Pain on parade
Like a circus train
But you're not clowning around
No, You're not hanging around...
TBC
Debra Lea Ryan
01.08.2025
Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 4:08 AM UTC
It was an autumn morning we sat at the restaurant for a roasted cup of coffee. You could feel the fresh leaves as they fell softly on the ground. The fresh air had a distinguished scent. The wind had been windier than other days. It had been drizzling a bit. They sat there and they exchanged a few words quite casually. They sat there listening to Adele - Love song. She had been carefully listening to the instruments which were being played. She enjoyed the accordion which was his favourite instrument too. He said for some reason he had a Déjà Vu and it was somewhere in France, Paris. She asked him had we ever met in the past life? He stuttered as he did not know what to say. He looked into her eyes and she looked into his eyes. He saw her eyes sparkle, you could tell she was in love they were full of joy, there was a certain light inside them that he could not comprehend and that's what fascinated him about them, they were full of mischievousness. But one could see that life had been abusive towards her. She saw the innocence of a child when she looked into his eyes. She could not comprehend what came to rip out that youthful innocence out of him. All of a sudden a black shadow of emerged. There was silence. TBC
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 9:15 AM UTC
Have you ever seen a dead body?
Pictures from my aunts Christmas party
Everyone had a blast, pretending it was all for charity
Not me, troubles on my mind
I don’t usually go out chasing after crime
But tonight I just might
Sinister me sinister look
I had never felt so fine
So when I ran into her
And he smiled whilst tossing me aside
I just knew how thin that line was
And they say knowing is half the battle
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
I had practically won, but I still rattled them a bit
So your daddy fought in Nam and you in where?
Show some mettle, it’s also my first time
Please take care of me I wish, hahahaha
So your girlfriend is a bit noisy
Oops cat bit its tongue, oh daisy
Now she can’t talk not from the lack of trying no.
She just keeps gagging on her blood
And Private Ryan’s no fun
It was going to be either him or her
But now his regressed and stuck in baby mode
While she’s pretending to be a fish out of the water
Well you know what they say,
One man’s food is another man’s garbage
And I have never been known to blow my own trumpet
So, boy’s night out!
We started with the nails,
Oh what wonderful nails he didn’t have
He screamed all night in amazement
I had outdone myself, I was impressed
Then I got annoyed so I cut his tongue out
Replaced it with his dead girlfriends
Sewed back on like it was never removed
Then sewed his mouth shut
Now he could taste his girlfriend
Wherever he went,
Or maybe his girlfriend could taste him even in death
Genius I thought to myself as I prepared for an emergency op
Tbc.
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 5:11 PM UTC
Pictures of Emily
I see..
Pictures of Emily
To me..
..It's the place where I want to be.
I'm free..
In Pictures of Emily.
... She tries to call to me..
I hear.
I know that my Emily is near..
But the words that she wants to say..
They won't appear..
Just pictures of Emily....tbc.
This could be a great song...any takers?
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 6:11 AM UTC