Tag: Poetry

Observe
the mantis.
A mystical,
quiet power
exudes from its emerald carapace
belying its reserved nature.
Always observing,
always waiting.
Though it may not overwhelm
with pure strength
or outmatch
with raw speed
it displays untold reserves
of patience.
It is this
that is the mantis’ strength
for it knows
all to well
that what belongs to the mantis
will come to the mantis
in due time.
All,
in due time.

~lt

In an hour
not yet struck,
in a life
not yet lived,
your raven hair was mine
and my sapphire eyes
yours.

-lt

I was gifted
with too sharp a tongue
and cursed
with no scabbard
in which to sheath it.

~LT

The saddest part
about your depart
wasn’t
that you had gone,
though that stung
far deeper
than I care to admit.
It was that you
had fundamentally changed
the way I look at people.

And I hate it.

~LT

I have heard it said
that the most wicked
and cruel demons
that plague this realm
were once the fairest
and loveliest of angels.
My love,
my sweet
and bitter
love,
how beautiful it was
to watch your infernal descent.

LT

In the end,
it was never really
you
and me.
It was only ever me
and whatever memories
you did not set fire to
when you left.

LT

We like to think
that we are the heroes
of our story.
That when we are removed
from a toxic situation
that we were the ones
who God was looking out for.
But we
seldom
think that we were bad
for someone else
and that God spared them
from us.
Perhaps
we are not
always the hero.

~LT