I've been on WoL since 2009. Yorkshire, UK. I mostly write about human relationships and try to imagine what other people might be thinking. I just do it for my own amusement really. I love mulling over titles and phrases throughout my day, it also helps me sleep. If you'd like to know more: https://tomalexwrite.com/about/ P.S. I highly recommend checking out the work of the poets in my 'favourites' list below, they are all exceptional writers and deserve your attention.
Poems are my photographs my diary my inner monologue poems are my measurement my record the fingerprints of emotions invisible no more Poems are my expression the sum of interactions they show my working out Poems are the breath of lost lovers against my neck Poems are my kisses for my family and my friends the hugs I seldom give And your poems... your poems keep me company a little light calling to my lost ship I sip my tea and slip into your mind...
Renee By A Thread
https://soundcloud.com/tomalexwrite/renee-by-a-thread Down the corridor, comes a scream Was it physical pain or the horror of finally learning the way this game is turning They took your clothes gave you a gown there was nothing to do but lay right down Now, the machine breathes for you hung by a thread and leaving soon Faint flashes behind tired eyelids recalled moments from a busy life; the night before your wedding barefoot kisses by the Seine The tentative first steps of Child Two A shaking hand, a ‘thank you’ card from the family of one you saved Now, the machine breathes for you hung by a thread and leaving soon The ache, it came and spread like water the fever burned, the cough, it worsened they hooked you up, you knew the drill the butterfly, the slow sure drip and then it seemed to ease a while The bed you took, brought guilt at first your hands no longer helping Then suddenly; your quick decline Now, the machine breathes for you hung by a thread and leaving soon There’s a feeling in your chest and that sixth-sense you sometimes get the dawn tomorrow, you will not witness Nurses come, their voices hushed gloved hands hold, always too briefly you don’t like the letting go The room is quiet but for the wheeze as the machine breathes for you hung by a thread and leaving soon In the chair beside you, that loving face waiting at end of every nightshift You know that he will raise them right Ah, but which patient was it which desperate hand you gently held which reassuring words you shared with no fresh mask to wear Now, the machine breathes for you hung by a thread and leaving soon The family grieves a nation grieves for you gone needlessly soon…
High Tide, Low Life
You paint yourself blue, always blue this letter brings me down perched upon a rusty trailer paint peels over my shoulder I've been drinking since the boats were rested on the muddy estuary bed It's high tide, low life high tide, low life I won't stop my reaching out if there's any way to help, I'll find it you're so slow to take my hand scratching at your skin for answers I don't have any good advice I do what I can to just keep living right I'll listen if you'll let me you know; my love is not the enemy It can't be this way forever it won't always be like this It's high tide, low life high tide, low life You say you only paint when you get blue and I suppose that's just the way the sea feels You paint yourself blue always blue I guess that's just the way the sea feels...
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
Your Way Will Find You (30/09/2020)
Bury Me At Sea (09/09/2020)
Ghost Café (08/09/2020)
Song for Laura Lee (26/08/2020)
The Causeway Between Our Hearts (24/08/2020)
Cairo On The Radio (10/08/2020)
Holly Hagg (07/08/2020)
Step Change (11/06/2020)
A Most Comfortable Prison (10/06/2020)
Renee By A Thread (05/05/2020)
Born To Muse (08/11/2019)
Pocketful of Rain (10/06/2018)
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