It's the continual
opening of the
eyes that disappoints,
not that sleep brings peace,
but it's the momentary
reprieve from life's
clenched fist, and
it's ruthless apathy.
Life is a toss of
the coin,
a roll of the dice.
Often, it's...
– by Thomas W. Case | 10 Views added 2 years ago
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Three sex dreams in a row, and I wake up lonely and alone. I don't need a whore that just wants to fuck. I want more, a woman to love, that loves me. And that love cradles us, like the wind, and rocks us into a dreamless sleep beneath an ebony... – by Thomas W. Case | 25 Views added 2 years ago
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Hope migrates to
sunny Island shores.
There is no sorrow,
roses always bloom,
and the birds of paradise
fly forever free.
The salty ocean
cleanses the rot
from the skin
and the heart.
Written by
Thomas W.... – by Thomas W. Case | 11 Views added 2 years ago
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I know they look like sunrises and sunsets, but I was painting you.
When I painted all the rivers that lead to the oceans, and the glorious starry nights, and the flowers; the sublime orchids and the tender roses.
In the end
and from the beginning,... – by Thomas W. Case | 12 Views added 3 years ago
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Sometimes, on rainy days I stare out the
windows; the shadows play
tricks.
I see happier times,
when we were decent to each other.
Yellow flowers, blue skies, I blink
and then the rain
looks like tear drops on a glass pipe,
or dragons rising in the... – by Thomas W. Case | 27 Views added 3 years ago
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Sometimes, when I
talk to the ex,
I feel strong
as a rope.
Nothing she says
or does fazes me.
I guard my emotions
and keep the
conversation strictly
about the kids, and
how we can better... – by Thomas W. Case | 14 Views added 3 years ago
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There, in the
tide pool, dappled by
the sun, is birth and death,
and the spark that continues.
It leaves mankind in a wake of regret.
What have I to do with the albatross
Or sea lion?
I can but write, while they fly and roar.
I gaze upon the Pacific... – by Thomas W. Case | 36 Views added 3 years ago
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Everyday that dawns,
you slip away a little more.
The distant stare,
the apathetic eyes.
Your love is as dead
as the roses in
the trash.
Your heart is an
abyss that I'm
lost in forever.
Belladonna drew me in.
The poison kept me... – by Thomas W. Case | 33 Views added 3 years ago
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