she was broken for her age
barely 15
still knock-kneed and awkward in appearance
but far too grown on the inside
he took her youth
like a yet ripened peach
she wasn’t ready
but he was hungry
and ate through the bitterness anyway
she no longer smiled
or cared
her will was degraded and her heart
her heart
she had forgotten about her heart
i used to call him dipstick
he was a little slow
but he was my best friend in all the world
he knew that
right?
nowadays i sit back and try
i try to remember those days
those dipstick days
did he really know i didn’t mean it
i realize now
that the only dipstick
was me
summer arrives slow
cool winds and dark clouds linger
she let my heart burst
Just realized it’s been two years since I first posted on tumblr!
Thank you all for sticking with me if you’ve been there from the beginning (some of you have), and finding me along the way if you haven’t. I’ve seen so much that makes me smile and some things that make me sad. I’ve seen growth in my writing, at least I think so. I’ve went from angry every day on here to not. I rarely even glance at facebook now, because my friends are here and not there. You youngin’s inspire me, you make me smile, you aggravate me, you push me to inspire you, you make me laugh, muse and love. The TWC is diverse in verse and my family has grown by a Jen, a Joy, a Mike F.(my new big brother though he may not know), a Dennis (my new little Bro though he may not know either) and an RTV Staff. I can’t wait for the year to come, I hope you’re all along for the ride!! Keep writing…I’ll be reading!
spring winds softly flow
ripples upon lake travel
undisturbed signals
Microscopic
angles of light refracted
into pinpoints
smoldering to a flame
her eyes on me
reducing to ash
a once strong man
I no longer need her
Like I needed crisp air
To breathe on those black nights
Like I needed the bite of cheap liquors
Forgetting her was never an easy thing
I forgot her many times
I always loved her after she hated me
Love works best for me that way
She loved me too some days
It’s funny now that I try to forget her every single day
I remember her as if she still dances in the kitchen
As if she dances in my heart
I no longer need her to breathe
I can finally breathe on my own
I just wish I had a reason to
words were flung from tongue to the seas
only hoping that just one captured ear
and turned a head instead of falling silently
as a drop dripped into the sea of normality
tongue presses deep
reaching forever
and the river flows
fingers entwined
white knuckled
and lust filled
lips bitten and dripping
blood
unaware of pain
masked by pleasure
beyond measure
moans
drowning out the night
an image
a reflection
something close
but still quite
i look into the mirror
and deep down know
i am still not
not perfect
but i am getting closer
each day
i believe…
yes
i believe
ghost flowers held in hand
wilting, rotting turning black
footfalls mysterious in the sand
all those words i can’t take back
love once resided in my heart
until i pushed it far away
ripped it, tore it all apart
now there’s nothing left to say
i stand out here on the shore
as the tide removes her memory
love locked behind a steel door
my darkness roaming free
deep inside this shell of me
i hold ghost flowers for her still
hoping one day she will see
i love her despite my will
summer hides her eyes
embarrassed by our display
love blooms with passion
dew drops upon grass
wading through early morning
just to get to you
Polaroid Pictures
polaroid pictures
faded over time
with smears and smudges
bends and cracks
so many memories
you could never get back
placed in old albums
through the years
covered with plastic
to protect from the tears
polaroid pictures
instant captures of life
friends and families
circus’ and fireworks
and all things in between
i remember when
polaroid pictures
captured my whole world
why was she hidden behind man-made walls
protected…or captured
not even she could ascertain this information
all she knew was that it was always this way
he kept her, willingly…or maybe not
she also knew that she was powerless to change it
him
not quiet sure she wanted to anyway
so she remained obscure, little
it was what she was, it was who she was
it was just fine with him…
she knew that too