Who Taught You?
A ranting poem of realized philosophy…
“Who taught you
That God was someone you could talk to?”
Tom
Through The Peephole
I wanted to dance with you, but then you’d see me too, and nothing would be the same.
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Set Sail (A Poem)
May the Sun rise with a kiss And set with the same For such power exists To set the wick to a flame. So may heavens set sail To find such a land Where […]
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The Truth of Me
I’ve been quite a few things in the short time I’ve experienced this life. I’ve been a sensitive boy, an abused child, a raging lunatic with a violent streak. I’ve been in trouble with the […]
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The Sweet Smell of Destruction
Sometimes we believe that destruction is a bad thing, that it is painful, hurtful, the end of something. Yet, as an incense stick proves, utter destruction will release a sweet fragrance. It can be our […]
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Nothing (A Poem)
I sit, and I wonder… Where are you? Why is the air so cold Why is the silence so deafening? I look for you That smile, the way your hair wisps around your face Through […]
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Discomfort’s Sapling
How can I go another minute without kissing you? How can I refrain from hugging you, from tasting you, from feeling your warmth against my skin? How can I remain still when the Universe is […]
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The First Fire Call Back
So, yesterday I answered my first fire call in three months. It wasn’t but the end of October I believed that I would never respond to another call again. So, as usual, I had a […]
