“ A writer, I think, is someone who pays attention to the world ”
- Susan Sontag
Three Little Words
i love you
three little words you’re supposed to mean
those three little words finally made me feel seen
i wish i knew to read the fine print
when those three little words fell from your lips
cause if i had i would have seen
that those three little words were just a tease
a tease that got me quickly hooked
but little did i know i’d soon be overlooked
three little words that are supposed to mean you love me
soon became the three little words that you barely spoke to me
-t.m.
Why Poetry?
Poetry is a window to the soul. I started writing poetry because it allowed me to take my feelings and let them bleed out onto paper. Once I began to get a sense for the style of poetry I like, I began to continue to tweak my style and just have fun with the process. The more poetry I’ve written the more I have came to realize how much it helps me in other aspects of my creative work. Poetry requires deep thought, creativity and the ability to write from the soul rather than the mind which is why I have developed a love for it.
The Idea Of You
as i lay in bed alone, my thoughts fill with images of home
but i don’t picture a specific place, instead i picture home when i see your face
as my thoughts continue to wander, the empty feeling in my heart grows stronger
you see, my heart is in love with the idea of you, but could never manage to change the real you
so here i lay with an empty heart, remembering why we had to part
if only you could have changed the real you, then maybe i could stop loving the idea of you
-t.m.
My Favorite Poets
Rupi Kaur
My favorite poetry book by Rupi Kaur is either Milk and Honey or The Sun and Her Flowers.
Ruby Dhal
My favorite poetry book by Ruby Dhal is My Hope for Tomorrow.
Lili Reinhart
My favorite poetry book by Lili Reinhart is Swimming Lessons.
Coming Home
Salt in the air, the touch of the cool breeze caressing my arms
The sound of waves crashing and the softness of the morning
I step outside and am welcomed by the sand between my toes and the deep blue sea
A rush of tranquility courses through my veins
I walk calmly towards the water and feel the piercing bite of the cold sea on my skin
It’s early morning and I am all alone
Just me and the sea
As I continue, I see the birds flying, shells along the shore and the sun beginning to shine
I sit down in the cool sand, and I begin to take it all in
The motion of the waves synching with my breathe
And I start to realize
I am home
- t.m.