My Poetry

On Her Pillow In the Morning

posted Aug 31, 2010, 8:28 PM by Thomasina Cruz

I have taken that
Which does not
Belong to me
My darling

And which
You were probably
Saving 
For a better man

Forgive me
You were so innocent
So sweet
And so delicious

Dear Boots,

posted Aug 31, 2010, 8:23 PM by Thomasina Cruz


Get ready to rumble! 

I know you're used to sitting there, 
trembling in the corner. 

But that's all over now. 

You were made for walking 
tall and straight and proud, 
right through the mud 
and the dust 
and the grime. 

I wanna see stains. 
I wanna see rips. 
I wanna see tears. 
I wanna see scuff marks. 

I wanna see socks 
through your soles. 
I wanna replace your laces 
ten times over. 

And when this journey's at it's end, 
I wanna look behind us 
and be proud of the path we beat 
through the bushes and the thorns, 
the hills and the valleys, 
over raging rivers, 
through the thickest woods, 
to the very peak of the mountain top. 

But we shall not rest there. 

For off in the distance 
is yet a another mountain to climb, 
this one even higher 
and more formidable 
than the first. 

And I can't wait to see 
what the view must be like 
from the other side. 

Can you?



When I Am Dead, My Dearest (a cynical perspective)

posted Nov 27, 2008, 10:05 PM by Thomasina Cruz   [ updated Sep 1, 2010, 7:36 AM ]

In Homage to Christina Rossetti
 

Be forewarned, when I am dead

I shall give my heart away,

And my eyes, and my kidneys too.

Let them burn the rest!

 

Be forewarned, when I am dead

I will not love you, or miss you.

I will not hear your cries of sorrow

Or share your simple joys.

 

Be forewarned, when I am dead

I will not be watching over you.

I will not hear your silent prayers.

I will know nothing, feel nothing,

            Be nothing,

Dead.

On a brilliant summers eve...

posted Nov 27, 2008, 10:03 PM by Thomasina Cruz

how I long to find myself in a field of wild flowers

beneath the stars and half round moon

barefooted in the dew

laughter on my lips

a sparkle in my eye

catching fireflies between my palms

and whispering secrets 

to be borne on beating wings 

until they reach the sky

 
 

Moonberry Dinner

posted Nov 27, 2008, 10:01 PM by Thomasina Cruz

The moon hangs low in the sky tonight, 

like ripe fruit that hangs heavily upon it's branch, 

ready to be plucked. 


If I could reach out just a little farther, 

standing on the tips of my toes, 

fingers reaching into the heavens, 

I'd have a moonberry for my dinner.

 

It would be dense and sweet, 

dark juices running down my chin.

Humpty Dumpty Died in My Arms One Night

posted Oct 27, 2008, 5:15 PM by Thomasina Cruz   [ updated Aug 31, 2010, 7:37 PM ]


 

You fling your words out carelessly

Slamming them hard into me

Taking my breath away

Breaking my thin skin

Shaking my bones

‘Till I fall apart in your arms

Surrendering to your violent love for me

 

You call the king, he calls his men

But no one can put me back together again



Spiders in My Brain

posted Oct 24, 2008, 5:46 PM by Thomasina Cruz   [ updated Oct 24, 2008, 5:47 PM ]

Like the Old Lady
I swallowed a fly
But I know why
I swallowed that fly

	‘Cause there’s spiders in my brain
	Running round my head
	Making brain matter sandwiches
	To picnic on my stem

Spider webs to catch my thoughts
Spiders munching up my youth
Spiders coursing through my veins
Hair a thousand spiders’ legs

	When I look into the mirror
	What do I find?
	A thousand spiders’ eyes
	Staring out through mine

Spider webs abound
Catching all that flies
Catching all the flies
	
	I don’t know why
	I swallowed a fly
	I guess…  I’ll… die…

Erroneous Knight (a recurring dream)

posted Oct 24, 2008, 5:44 PM by Thomasina Cruz   [ updated Sep 1, 2010, 8:11 AM ]

I wanted to be your knight in shining armor

I climbed the long stairs to face your demons for you

I tried to bear the pain but they knew just how to torture a man

 

So I waited on the landing for you

And when you appeared at the top of the stairs

You were radiant in your flowing white gown

 

As you descended, blood dripped from the hem of your lace

And from the tips of your fingers

How can you love me still?

First Kiss

posted Oct 24, 2008, 5:43 PM by Thomasina Cruz   [ updated Oct 24, 2008, 5:44 PM ]

When the sun kisses the sea

It reminds me of me

And of you

 

Touching tentatively at first

Testing the waters

Than jumping full in

Empty Spaces Collection - One Line Poems

posted Oct 24, 2008, 5:42 PM by Thomasina Cruz   [ updated Oct 27, 2008, 5:40 PM ]

 
 
Lately I feel I'm getting no farther forward, just farther along.  (Empty Spaces)
 
 
I thought if I gave you enough of myself, you’d make me whole again.  (Spaces Within)
 
 
I curled into your hollow at the end of the bed and felt your arms around me.  (Spaces Without) 
 
  

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