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Crying During Crazy on You
There are a bunch of songs by Heart
I don't particularly like
How Can I Get You Alone
sounds like a bank commercial
The Dog and the Butterfly
is dopey and boring
Alone
is too repetitive for me
But the Heart songs I like...
Well, I really heart those Heart songs
I'm mad for Magic Man,
and crazy for Crazy on You
Our seats are super steep
in the basketball arena
Our backs are literally against the wall
in the very last row.
Looking down
makes me quietly queasy.
And it's a work night ...
I don't particularly like
How Can I Get You Alone
sounds like a bank commercial
The Dog and the Butterfly
is dopey and boring
Alone
is too repetitive for me
But the Heart songs I like...
Well, I really heart those Heart songs
I'm mad for Magic Man,
and crazy for Crazy on You
Our seats are super steep
in the basketball arena
Our backs are literally against the wall
in the very last row.
Looking down
makes me quietly queasy.
And it's a work night ...
#happiness
#music
58 reads
8 Comments
Like I Was Never Touched
There are things I don’t say.
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so...
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so...
#abuse
#love
#romantic
#suffering
#childhood
459 reads
65 Comments
H0n0r!a
My intentions for you though are pure
You look so pretty I deduced you from Ethiopia
So tempted but I am also aware
They haven't charged me with any illegal affair
It's a terrible foul I possessed your soul
You left Seoul all the way from Korea
By night fall I'll arrange the loudest rave to honor you Honoria
Take as much vodka shot till you pass out in euphoria
Dashing but desperate lady with golden heart Ms. Honoria
You are in the safe hands of my manager whom you may address as Sinclair
All through the night,...
You look so pretty I deduced you from Ethiopia
So tempted but I am also aware
They haven't charged me with any illegal affair
It's a terrible foul I possessed your soul
You left Seoul all the way from Korea
By night fall I'll arrange the loudest rave to honor you Honoria
Take as much vodka shot till you pass out in euphoria
Dashing but desperate lady with golden heart Ms. Honoria
You are in the safe hands of my manager whom you may address as Sinclair
All through the night,...
#dark
#despair
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0 Comments
Autumn Of My Life
I wore the watch you gave me, today
(I know what you're doing)
I picked an appropriate shirt
with pleated slacks
and nice shoes
I used my left hand to reach for everything
at every store, and to pay, and to get the change
My sleeve sliding up; The watch is elegant
I tried to not talk much
so I could seem eloquent
at least by appearance
As well as leaving the sleeves
just low enough
to hide my tattoos
And I understand, now
what you see in me
Besides the jeans ...
(I know what you're doing)
I picked an appropriate shirt
with pleated slacks
and nice shoes
I used my left hand to reach for everything
at every store, and to pay, and to get the change
My sleeve sliding up; The watch is elegant
I tried to not talk much
so I could seem eloquent
at least by appearance
As well as leaving the sleeves
just low enough
to hide my tattoos
And I understand, now
what you see in me
Besides the jeans ...
#hope
#love
#strength
235 reads
29 Comments
Letter to the man who treated me like an option
Letter to the man who treated me like an option
Hey there handsome,
Remember how you treated me like an option? How you made me feel like a backup plan, never fully committing?
Let me make it simple for you, since you're
Emotionaly immature. I am leaving you like a choice because I'm tired of not knowing where I stand with you.
Your hot and cold behavior is exhausting.
I deserve much better than to be treated like a maybe. I am worthy of someone who chooses me everyday, with assurance and reassurance.
In all honesty, you...
Hey there handsome,
Remember how you treated me like an option? How you made me feel like a backup plan, never fully committing?
Let me make it simple for you, since you're
Emotionaly immature. I am leaving you like a choice because I'm tired of not knowing where I stand with you.
Your hot and cold behavior is exhausting.
I deserve much better than to be treated like a maybe. I am worthy of someone who chooses me everyday, with assurance and reassurance.
In all honesty, you...
#anger
#CallToAction
#hurt #PersonalGrowth
#hurt #PersonalGrowth
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0 Comments
Between Lost and Found
The very air
As if
The essence of your spirit
Covers me
A fire
Dancing low upon the waters
Soul bared
In the poverty of need
Panting thoughts like prayers
Lost in twilight's shadings
Dissolving
Raven haired
Into dreams of you
I can taste desire
Hunger
Slow burned
For the press of you
Against me
Somewhere
Between the pillar and the post
Love and lust
Conspire
In the howling want of your perfection
Spilled like poetry ...
As if
The essence of your spirit
Covers me
A fire
Dancing low upon the waters
Soul bared
In the poverty of need
Panting thoughts like prayers
Lost in twilight's shadings
Dissolving
Raven haired
Into dreams of you
I can taste desire
Hunger
Slow burned
For the press of you
Against me
Somewhere
Between the pillar and the post
Love and lust
Conspire
In the howling want of your perfection
Spilled like poetry ...
#love
#lust
#passion
70 reads
4 Comments
low tide
retreat
not in defeat
pull back
breathe deep
call it a day
don't listen
to what they say
strength is inside you
years go by
minutes so few
retreat
not in defeat
come back tomorrow
stronger than today
not in defeat
pull back
breathe deep
call it a day
don't listen
to what they say
strength is inside you
years go by
minutes so few
retreat
not in defeat
come back tomorrow
stronger than today
#redemption
#strength
41 reads
2 Comments
Sensuous Me - Dedication
Sensuous Me is a collection of poems
I guess you would call them an anthology
They are dedicated to who I am and who I was
and sometimes just who I want to be
While my dedication is self-centered,
my sentiment has deeper meaning
These poems are for you, the reader
to get a glimpse of what I'm imagining
God forbid, I become all that I dream
After all the hell, it would be worth it
but I'm not complaining, I'm being Tim
I'm always like this when I'm the poet
Thanks for Reading 👀
Tim...
I guess you would call them an anthology
They are dedicated to who I am and who I was
and sometimes just who I want to be
While my dedication is self-centered,
my sentiment has deeper meaning
These poems are for you, the reader
to get a glimpse of what I'm imagining
God forbid, I become all that I dream
After all the hell, it would be worth it
but I'm not complaining, I'm being Tim
I'm always like this when I'm the poet
Thanks for Reading 👀
Tim...
#SelfDiscovery
34 reads
6 Comments
one of those days (parenting edition)
It's been one of those mornings
where my kiddo wants to throw down
over every little thing
And like every other bad day
the only cure
is silliness
We've had tickle cuddles
played the "where's your beautiful face?"
version of peek-a-boo
and made fairy bread for breakfast
because if sugar doesn't cure grumpiness
it shouldn't exist
My parental nerves are frayed
and I really shouldn't be drinking
a third cup of coffee
but in the absence of any real
mind altering substance ...
where my kiddo wants to throw down
over every little thing
And like every other bad day
the only cure
is silliness
We've had tickle cuddles
played the "where's your beautiful face?"
version of peek-a-boo
and made fairy bread for breakfast
because if sugar doesn't cure grumpiness
it shouldn't exist
My parental nerves are frayed
and I really shouldn't be drinking
a third cup of coffee
but in the absence of any real
mind altering substance ...
#anxiety
#children
#family #frustration
#family #frustration
53 reads
4 Comments
Cattywampus
Where dark leans cattywampus to chaos rough
around the edges with a lusting fragrance
of innuendo going off the rails and silence
mingles with twilight's amigo in archives
like a Sunday School picnic talking with
Yosemite Sam cattywampus to chaos with a
bucket full of lies stained with insanity...
"You freakin' varmint!"
around the edges with a lusting fragrance
of innuendo going off the rails and silence
mingles with twilight's amigo in archives
like a Sunday School picnic talking with
Yosemite Sam cattywampus to chaos with a
bucket full of lies stained with insanity...
"You freakin' varmint!"
#dark
29 reads
0 Comments
Mental Mother
bedroom door flies open
shes got that look
like shes the only bitch that matters
shes offering money for all of us to leave
be gone, stay gone
come back last
$20 for the winner
why did she have kids?
only to toss us out before coffee
cocaine and breakfast?
yet prior to running out the door
she grabs you
makes you sit
at the kitchen table
the dreaded kitchen table
this is where she wants you to know shes the best
its all about her
her narcissistic...
shes got that look
like shes the only bitch that matters
shes offering money for all of us to leave
be gone, stay gone
come back last
$20 for the winner
why did she have kids?
only to toss us out before coffee
cocaine and breakfast?
yet prior to running out the door
she grabs you
makes you sit
at the kitchen table
the dreaded kitchen table
this is where she wants you to know shes the best
its all about her
her narcissistic...
#MentalHealth
109 reads
15 Comments
How Should I Answer
Another man’s trash is considered another man’s treasure
So spread her legs and enjoy my sloppy-second pleasure,
“With the additional prizes of headaches and hell
Because I refuse to live any longer in a free roaming jail,
“In the beginning a motherfucka thought he was winning
However, my dumb ass was only losing time and slipping,
“Blinded by a sweet attitude and blindsided by flesh
All along I was a pawn in bullshit and mess,
“Got caught up in the feeling and her squealing
She saying ‘I love you’ while I...
So spread her legs and enjoy my sloppy-second pleasure,
“With the additional prizes of headaches and hell
Because I refuse to live any longer in a free roaming jail,
“In the beginning a motherfucka thought he was winning
However, my dumb ass was only losing time and slipping,
“Blinded by a sweet attitude and blindsided by flesh
All along I was a pawn in bullshit and mess,
“Got caught up in the feeling and her squealing
She saying ‘I love you’ while I...
#regret
#relationships
43 reads
3 Comments
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