"tierney" poems
the first girl i loved was tyranny (spelled:tierney)
for this reason, i hate women and i hate names.
if i have a child it will have no name-- it will have a number
and an eartag, so it knows what it is.
we are no longer people.
this is a draft--i can't edit now because my eyes hurt. i probably won't work on it again.
Jun 28, 2011
Jun 28, 2011 at 6:31 AM UTC
Deep waves of worry lifted from my wayward vessel,
possibilities contractually released from memories obligations,
these days wash me away, polish me into my best shell,
one day, into more days, possibly may unstoppably get me from getting to myself, so..
Plato was for real when he said 'know thyself',
cerebral awareness and love is the truest form of common wealth.
This world is mere marbles, in a jacks game of my universe,
I am vast endless beyond time.
And I play with shark and dragonfly,
battling but admiring a layer of teeth and focused flight
coexisting together for better.
Grasping onto future concepts, I am a creature,
clasping onto future branches, you are the teacher.
But you are the future leaves upon loves coniferous shape,
you are the light catchers.
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 1:40 AM UTC
Dear lord,
If you are reading this, take me with you. Im tired of it here. The loss, the pain. The friends I dont relate to. The people who lie. The expectations I dont meet. The love I dont give. The pain I wake up with in my chest every day. The reason I have to pray in the morning just to get me out of bed. Im tired of it lord and I wish Id just bleed out. The bed makes for a good last peace. A padded womb of my exit, lord. Please. Take me with you.
Thank you,
Jack Tierney
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 11:35 PM UTC