Mixed Signals

Crossing wires
leads to fires
or lights
that won't
turn on.

Rolling in Brambles

Hug a thorn bush
kiss a porcupine
men are useless
men are unkind

Protesting

Wastrels and beggars

We strive

Torches doused

Forks dulled

Voices rasping

Among the tides

Gulping for air

Full of pollution

We set upon

Our own revolution

This was inspired by the protests going on in The U.S.A. atm. I don't really see the point in the people protesting... Nothing will change.

~T

Epic Storm

The tides in my soul

Roll with the rain

Splish, splash

I feel insane.

The shift in my soul

Shakes my roots

Crumble, crash

Chaos mute.

The storm in my soul

Flashes and hails

Boom, boom

Epic fail.

Attention

She spoke softly, words small.
Ears craned, eager to hear all.
He spoke loudly, words bold.
Eyes drooped, attention,
he could not hold.


Wrote this for a paper I am writing for my English class. =)
~T

Blind

In this world of darkness
I see
People who are nice
and people who are mean
In this world of darkness
I see
People who are blind
and people who see
In this world of darkness
I see
who I've become
and who I want to be
In this world of darkness
I am blind
to people who
aren't kind
In this world of darkness
I am blind
to those who are hurtful
and make people unwind
In this world of darkness
I am blind
to the evil that separates
and longs to destroy mankind
In this world of darkness
I see that I'm blind.


Sorry it's been so long. I have been busy writing fiction. Not quite sure what inspired this. It just came out, so I wrote it down. Hope you like it. ~T

Who is that girl?

Who is that girl I see?
Chubby cheeks
and talks funny?
That's not me.
In the mirror I see her
but I don't know her.
Who is that girl I hear?
Stuttering, lisp
Recklessly blabbing her fears?
That's not me.
In the mirror I see her
but I don't know her.
Who is that girl?

This is about how shocking it can be to see photos or videos of yourself and the way you look and sound doesn't sound or look at all like how you see or hear yourself. Sometimes it's so radically different, you're like, what lens am I looking/hearing through? Anyone else feel that way sometimes too?
~T

p.s. sorry for it being so long since my last post. Just haven't been inspired and been busy writing fiction instead.