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

Not a Poem... :)

Haven't written any poems in a while so I have decided to share just these couple of little quirky things I wrote down. I usually write down little lines that pop in my head randomly because sometimes I can elaborate on them and turn them into poems. But I haven't been feeling too poetic lately. Maybe soon, Spring is finally peeking out and all the new life can be inspiring. :) Enjoy!

Coded words mean to me.
something secret,
something I'm not supposed to see.
So why write them down?
They just taunt me
and make me frown.



A bubble of laughter came with the green blush of the earth.

Happy Easter! It's in about a week. :) Hopefully I'll get inspired soon. I know once I get to start mowing grass, the words start flowing. LOL. Idk why but I always think of stuff while riding the lawn mower and listening to my ipod. ;p
~T