Leave it Behind

That rear view mirror
is like chocolate
you crave it
That rear view mirror
is bitter sweet
it's hard to forget
That rear view mirror
calls my name...
I wanna punch it
That rear view mirror
makes me regret
makes me sad
That rear view mirror
needs to disappear
so, I'll leave it behind.

So many times we find ourselves drawn to things that remind us of the past, things we need to forget and move on from. I found myself drawn to something like that today. It's an awful feeling of despair, regret...thinking... what if? But we can't change the past and some things are better off left there. Move on.
~T

Invisible Hands

Faceless friends
hold out their invisible hands for me
silly me, I smile
and jump into the crowd, crowd surfing
as I hit the floor
I begin to cry
always there, invisibly
supporting me...
ya right.


So I wrote this poem after checking my email to see if anyone I had email my story I'm currently working on to. Most of the people are friends I hardly see ever, some are family though... But it's been 2 days and no one has replied yet about what they think... I think they haven't probably started even reading it. I know some didn't even get around to it the last time I sent out the email w/ the previous chapters... So frustrating. I really need reader imput and feed back and I'm getting zilch. *sigh* Can't always be easy writing...
~T

When the Pain Hits

Twinges of pain beat at me
What will this mean?
How do I explain to someone who wants to be with me?
with each pinch,with each wince
I see my future bleak...
everything is uncertain
Trust in God, I think
Maybe something wonderful is behind this curtain
the pain is a veil
that only with the Lord's help can I lift
Until then, I will just hunch over and endure
when the pain hits.

This is a personal, literal poem.
~T

Time Flies

Time to live
Time to die
All we can be certain
is that time flies
Out the door
out the window
over the fence...
oh, how it blows...
Carried away on the breeze
we try to reach for it
we wish to make it freeze
Lost through our fingers
we chase it
Higher, higher, it flies
we cannot reach it
we sink to the ground
to cry
we should have listened, payed heed
when they told us, time flies...

~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

Waiting

Again Again
it slows to a creep
keeping my mind fogged
and heart bleeped
you sit there idle without line
what you crave you can have
if you find the balls
to grab it and stuff it in the bag

I'm here waiting
what to see
again again
I'm stuck waiting

The salty drips tick away the time
slowly slowly eating away the rhyme
Time slows, oh not for me
with all my heart
I ache to see
The love that should threaten
to besot me...

I'm here waiting
what to see
again again
I'm stuck waiting


This was a little different of a poem than I usually write. This was more in a verse that could be made into song. I was listening to old Paramore Demo songs and was really inspired to try to write it in verse. I think it's pretty good.
~T