Hello all,
You may have noticed I don’t post on Tumblr as much as I use to. Good news, I haven’t stopped writing. I can finally say I am working on a book to publish! Bad News. Little to no new poetry production being spat out on Tumblr. BUT. If anyone wants to talk, i’ll still be quite active for some of my favorite blogs and those that want me to check out their work. If you want, follow my newly created Instagram here @ t.l.r_pages where I will eventually release sneak peeks from my upcoming book.
Thanks to all of you who still come by to read my work and to the new who are coming. I hope that even one word of my poetry made you feel like you matter because you have all made me feel like my words do.
Stay Alive. You Matter.
-T.L.R
oaths-and-anchors reblogged
Some days they wear sunglasses
to get over your glow
you can mimic the sun
and still be offensive
run through a field
of wildflowers
but it is so strange
to be wild with it..
come back to what you know
you are getting out of hand
conform.
they raise their guns
they don’t recognize you…
-T.L.R (via oaths-and-anchors)
There are infinite ways to learn. You won't be the first to think you "can't. You won't be the last to say "I did."
T.L.R - Triumph
Traveling
will take you places
you have never been
inside yourself.
You are literally
a world of your own.
T.L.R
Sometimes you love them and they do not know how to receive
T.L.R- but there is nothing wrong with your love
I should thank the man who
told me I was boring.
Sometimes all we need is
a violent shaking. Something
to make our heads whip
backwards.
To recall that you were once
such a thing as wild in the hard
palate of other men too.
And it’s alright to miss it
to be that again.
T.L.R- the things we forget we become to fit
You're going to find
something about you
that you don't agree with
that does not sit right
deep within the red meat
of you
this is the part of
world culture
your mothers
wanted to wring out
of your bloodstream
T.L.R-
5:15am
I am in love
with my thoughts again
do not take life so seriously
that you forget how...
T.L.R
My body is mine.
I dont need to suck in for you
nor wait to push back
You do not deserve lung work.
you are not keeping me alive.
T.L.R- Lung Work
I will be easy
before I become hard
overdose runs in my family
I need to know how much of me
you can take
T.L.R
Not every flower
that grows is meant
for a garden.
T.L.R-
You had me all wrong.
thought I would be a
private ocean for you
bring the tide when
you call
recede with
a wave of your hand
but I drown too…
and I think you forgot
when to hold your breath.
got comfortable…
complacent.
watching the bodies wash up
on beach sand…
never thinking
one day
it could be you.
T.L.R- Predict This
oaths-and-anchors reblogged
but I love this freedom
more than I miss you
and I have to be
proud of that
T.L.R (via oaths-and-anchors)
His hand pressed into the
universe of her throat
every star depleted
combusting of angst
and throbbing
Her elbow breaking into
the tunnel of his trachea
there is a door that both
refuse to walk through
They’ve made a home
out of severed spleen and
siren …live now only
off of their
infants breath
and this is why some
look like sacrifice.
T.L.R
oaths-and-anchors reblogged
You are the last pebble on a shorelinethe sun a glimmer spilling across the coloring of your glass like appearance…He takes you in his palmgripping the light fromyouthrows your reminisce into the waters reflection…You are a prize…and he knows itYou are braveand he won’tdare say it….You bent backwardsturning your body into contortions assuming at some pointthe shape you might become would give him satisfaction…You are a parade in his headand you exhaust himlike a dance floor…but the laughter in your lungsgives you lifeand you will twirland fold into someone else’s arms one day…one that won’t try to tamethe unruly spirit that you arelike simple hairs growing from a head of etiquette…You make ripples;and its not your fault some only knowhow to plummet
T.L.R (via oaths-and-anchors)