Shadow Fear

the words are hollow,


beating ever so hard,

the wind has slightly mellowed,

the air is frightenly still,

tt's becoming harder to breathe,

and all that i am dependant,

is seeping and ready to leave,

no pain is equal to loosing all that is known,

no sanity is worth keeping when you know it's your own,

control is modist and meek,

all that was stromg is now lifeless and weak,

try to hold fast to what remains,

pulse beating heavy inflicting much pain,

i loosen my grip and try to make sense,

just another trip over sanitys fence,

i lock on target and take a deep breath,

regain what is mine forget all the rest,

one day i fear i may lose this battle,

and live my life but as a shadow,

but as for now i'll hold on tight,

with a white knuckled grip and all my might.

TOMMY HOUSMAN

Indulgence

oblige me from the shadows,


favor my whims no matter how hollow,

a luxuriant I am with no ones hand,

I shall give rein to your spoils as there are grains of sand,

accommodate and coddle me,

my hedonism is as gracious to thee,

though intemperate I may seem,

my gratification is only envied,

I wallow to please and be pleased,

a petting to all in a satiate spree,

show no yielding, for heavens sake give no pause,

I beckon I plead give me it all,

do not grow angry or otherwise weary,

but join me permissively, freely,

it is with out question or with out quarrel,

indulge me more, more, more...



Tommy Housman

today

Today is just another day, not unlike any other day. I dont really know what to post so i guess i will post my poetry.

Forsaken

indisposed insignificant reiterated refuge,


gaining not want but taking offered and misused,

forgiving facets inebriated in self loathing,

I shall not seek those sorrowing eyes,

I shall not wither away and cry,

encroached eternally with out aspect to cause,

hiding every insidious flaw,

placating desire inhibition so thin,

where does my humanity begin and my grandeur end,

without worry my thoughts I abide,

with my kinder self bound at my side,

don't expect me to apologize or subside,

the sorrows and spoils are mine without even taking,

so why even bother, I am forsaken



Tommy Housman
Copyright Tommy Housman 2009