Writer. Poet. Digital Artist. Musician.
We are two different puzzles cut from the same die.
Your eyes pierce through my mine like a needle through veins.
Me and you have always fit like a glove
By Tommy Ballard3 days ago in Poets
Free is the chirps of the birds and the buzzing of bees.
Free is the soft green grass and cool shade of the trees.
Free is the clear blue sky and the sun's warming beams.
By Tommy Ballard6 days ago in Poets
I don't want to get out of bed today,
I just want to sleep my troubles away.
I'm held in bondage by lethargy,
I've done nothing but laze, yet I've no energy.
It's such a tragic case,
When your whole life's been the chase,
Just peeking through the looking glass,
Trying to scream back at the past,
By Tommy Ballard9 days ago in Poets
I could have been good,
Had I not suffered childhood.
I could have been contented,
Had I not been surrounded by the wretched.
The things that harm me most have always been the ones I've found to have the most seduction,
Armed with the spirit of the rebellious, I was never capable of taking any instruction,
By Tommy Ballard18 days ago in Poets
When people hear you have these thoughts, they often tell things like, "If you do that you'll go to hell."
But what if I'm already there, in my own mental jail?
By Tommy Ballard2 months ago in Poets
As I walk this lonely road,
What once was warm has now turned cold,
The ground beneath me once was stone,
Now uneven, the light that showed the way is gone,
Betrayal is a knife in the heart you don't know how to remove.
Betrayal makes your eyes narrow and squint, reading too much into the smallest of hints.