Dear Heart

Oh where you were

Oh where you’ve been

Oh where you were

I followed you then

Up those steep mountains

Into the stars

Across those great plains

We traveled afar

Oh where you were

Oh where you’ve been

Oh where you were

I followed you then

Into the church

Up top the hill

We traveled there first

A cross stands there still

Oh where you were

Oh where you’ve been

Oh where you were

I followed you then

Up the walls

Into the depths

Across that bleak fall

We traveled past death

Oh where you were

Oh where you’ve been

Oh where you were

I followed you then

Up past the border

Into the mo

Across we forded

We traveled low

Oh where you were

Oh where you’ve been

Oh where you were

I followed you then

Up, up, up, away

Into this place

Across the way

We traveled to chase

Oh where you were

Oh where you’ve been

Oh where you were

I followed you then

Up to our home

Into the peace

Across the lines we roamed

We traveled in pieces

Oh where you were

Oh where you’ve been

Oh where you were

I followed you then

Up away, I send

Into oblivion, you go

Across the great bend

We do not travel together, no!

Oh where you were

Oh where you’ve been

Oh where you were

I followed you then

But no more.

I found this poem that I wrote last month that I forgot about. I tried to make it a bit like verse for a song. I'm not a song writer and I can't sing but still I like to try to do that occasionally. I don't think I succeeded. I don't like this poem a whole lot but it's ok. What do you think?

~T

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

Within

In the silent of the night
I hear your stars echo bright
your love embraces me
Yet still, fear, in my heart, does beat
Can I hold this change?
As my eyes search the pages
Where will I stand?
I just wanna take your hand
Take my fear away
In my heart, I want you to stay
Forgive me
Your love in my heart,
I want it to beat
Holy is your name forever.
Amen.

~T

Freedom to Believe

The truth lies to me
telling me things
that contradict what I see
reluctant freedom
hops away
searching for that new day
the promised one
which fills our hopes
the one in which gives us purpose
a reason to cope
with empty hands...
empty minds...
empty hearts...
we traverse this land
seeking that which is
already dead
It died in our empty hearts
empty minds
empty hands cannot hold
that which we hope
to fill our souls
look above, look within
then you may discover him.

This just suddenly came to me. I cannot describe sometimes how these poems form, it's just like my hands writes and when I'm done, I'm like... Wow. :) This is about the lost souls of our world, how we search every where for something to fulfill our lives and we neglect to look where we need to.
~T

Untitled poem

The hot lava boils
pounding, pounding
through my veins
rushing, racing
never to feel the same
liquid heat glazes
the hills
red brimmed
and sore
let it be no more
and the drip tumbles down
staining the page.

I actually put a red stain on the page in my notebook that I wrote this on. This is supposed to be about heart break, about feeling like someone has stabbed you in the heart and you are crying as the blood trickles down. It is untitled only because I have never come up with a proper title that I think fits it well. Any suggestions?
~T~

Silence

silence echoes loudly
filling me with hate
hoping still it will fade
before it is too late
silence bouncing off the walls
reminding me of the voice I miss
listening for never coming calls
and an unfamiliar kiss
silence used to be my forte
a fortress for my mind
yet here I am stuck inside
not feeling very kind
silence has invaded my heart
and cut loose tears
silence is no longer mine
but a weapon feeding my fears.

Wrote this in an aftermath of a guy being jerk to me. I really like this poem because of how I put it out there that I use my own silence as a way of defending myself against hurt and then it was turned against me to hurt me. I had never realized that my defense could hurt others until then.

Splattered

Falling, falling backwards,
don't catch me if I fall
the world is full of cowards
and the buildings are too tall
so let me jump
let me burn
hold your lunch
feel free to turn
splat me on the sidewalk
my broken bruised heart
now lies, permanently, stopped the clock
now we must part
you will forget me
this girl so cute
too open and caring
my heart is dead now
splattered so beautifully
on the ground.

I wrote this after heart break obviously.lol. I look back on it now and see how irrational it was to feel this way at the time. Though I cannot deny my feelings, I can learn from them by writing them down and looking back on them and seeing how foolish I was to feel that way.

Me x4

My Imagination
it is gone
flew away
a slight breeze
of time
bustled it away
"come back"
I say meekly
"I am lost"
"without you"

My Creativity
yours will serve me fine
I will just slide off you
like a spin off
not so funny
"Joey" was good
"Friends" was better
a continuation
a cancellation
just not as good
as the original

My Mind
cluttering in self
closed, ignorant
irrational
gone with the wind
lost to the heart
serving for a humor
dull and stumped
standing listless
pointless

My Heart
rule the ward
giggle at the others
blow a kiss
give a hug
grow, expand, explode
bursting to the brim
at home on the sleeve
let the cool breeze
blow me about
I will pout
but I'll be where I choose
until there's a noose.



I wrote these four poems about the four parts of myself that I find help develope and create my poems. I find they explain who I am and my personality pretty well too. :)