My Best Friend

Create that color book picture
color in it all
rip one out for me
and paste it on the wall
Big and Bold
write my name
for all to see
It remains the same
when you forget me
when you get bored
you paint me over
and my tears I will ford
The picture of yours
I ripped it out
and pasted it on my wall
at it now, I shout
No paint for me
I still see you
even when you cut me deep
I know what's true
You are my Best friend
Though you don't seem to remember
I am that til the end
maybe you just lost my number
Though yours I know by heart
Just know that I miss you
No matter where you are
I'll survive this amnesia with tissues
Do not fear
You are my Best friend
and I'll never forget
I'll remember til the end.

This is dedicated to the person I have considered as one of my Best friends since we were in elementary school together. She moved away years ago and we have kept in touch over the years with her visiting and phone calls but lately I haven't heard from her at all even when I try to contact her with messages on facebook and texts... Hurts to feel like your friend has forgotten you or doesn't care to talk to you. =*( ~T

Little Miss

A diamond glittered
in the corner of her sleep
Ready to fall and shatter
scattering far, wide and deep
under her fine coat of grass
she shivered, the cold seeping through
Like webbed glass
but none shall break her slumber
for valiantly she had fought
she deserves this plunder
Dream and Zs, so purty
Enjoy it, for it will end
at 2:30.


LOL, so I wrote this at work today during nap time. It was a very frustrating day as 4/5 toddlers would not lay down and be quiet. *exhausted*

Idiot

Hope you enjoy the photo I took of the ↑↑ original writing of this poem. Decided to share it since I did a little sketch on it too.
Hey, I don't really know what triggered this poem to come out of me today, but here it is.

Whittle away at me
chip, scrape,
claw at me
Tear away at skin
rip, shred
Do it again
Crumpled, mashed, inside
reveal, expose
I have nothing to hide
Hold on tight to me
Cling, hug
I'll move fast to leave
Balance, Careful on edge
you created
what lies between, this wedge
See the cracks smolder
around, echoed
As if you were a fire boulder
Take in the damage you left
destruction, chaos
See the horror you've kept
Tears may stream from me
my pain
But they are also from pity
Your head held high, I pity it
YOUR rubble
because you're an idiot.

Let me know whatcha think of it. =) thanks. <3 T

Be Nice

Fresh off the press... or erm, paper ;) hehe. I just wrote this poem. It was inspired by my realization that lately it has felt like I have to really force myself and remember to be nice to people. I have always considered myself to be a nice person but lately I have started to question whether I'm still being a nice person. Some things have happened that make me distrust people around me and I think that may be why I am having a hard time with being nice. (Not that I'm mean, I just haven't been able to "naturally" be nice to people like I used to be) Maybe I'm tired of feeling like people are walking all over me or taking advantage of me being nice all the time...anyways, enjoy the poem. Let me know what ya think. ~T

Sputtering, spittle
through clenched teeth
pretending to be nice
can wear on a sword's sheath
Glisten, shine
show those pearly whites
pretending to be nice
saves you from many fights
BUT, BUT, BUT...
Stuttering, stuck
with a phased mind,
When did I start having to pretend
at being kind?