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“Silence is Unfaithful” by Thomas Typewriter – a new poem

poetry

Silence is unfaithful

Fleeing when needed most

Every ring of the phone

Leaves me feeling alone

Is today the day

With words too fragile

Did it hurt

A body going inert

Where do screams migrate

When flesh goes cold

-Thomas Typewriter

“What do you scream?” by Thomas Typewriter

poetry

What are you to do

What choices can be made

Throat blinded

Vision raw

No planning for this.

What now that loud shifts louder

Night silhouettes

Blistering regrets

How do you scream when you are already screaming

How does your voice last.

Where is all this coming from

Who do you call

When you drown out your own voice

Irregular noises

Guttural piths

Competitive voices racing to closed doors.

Again and again I ask

How do you scream when you are already screaming

-by Thomas Typewriter

“I am I” by Thomas Typewriter – a new poem

poetry

Snap

The clock hands overreach

The moment changes

I am a broken thing am I

Out-of-sequence sunsets

Darkness summons double-agents

Surrounded on all sides

I cry. I curse. I crawl.

But

I continue. I channel. I conduct.

Silver friends mist, what is your face

I am not alone am I

Bless you music

Always by my side

Louder. Faster. Jubilant.

Verse chorus verse shields me

Melody steadies me

Rhythm propels me

I am a glorious motion am I

-Thomas Typewriter

“Soil, Sun, Showers” by Thomas Typewriter – a new poem

poetry, Uncategorized

It is a shame we can not plant our emotions in the ground

Like a seed, press them away and down

Let the world deal with watering and nurturing our feelings

We are poor caretakers of the self

We’ll return when the flowers bloom

To smell that which is sweet

And that which is scoured

_by Thomas Typewriter

“Small Moments” by Thomas Typewriter – a new poem

poetry

The smallest moments are the largest doorways

To step outside of oneself

It is a tight fit

Requiring effort and sensitivity

But worth the effort

As the scale of the world rotates

Away from timetables and deadlines

Past the horizons, equators, and tropics

_by Thomas Typewriter