Untitled by T.L.M. This patio is my cabin in the woods– Call me Walden, or Thoreau. This paper, my canvas, And pen, my paintbrush. My thoughts and emotions, The palette of colors I use to paint a horizon, Skyline, city lights with Gently stencilled Monuments of memories While etching in Unforgettable faces And names With each penstroke In hopes of immortalizing Mesmerizing moments, Maybe measured … Continue reading Untitled


Surrender by TLM No more chances at winning This hand of life. No ending To your Personal misery In sight. Sometimes the “Coward’s way” out Is the most difficult choice One will ever make. One fraught with Oscillations between Doing it and being done, And keeping others happy With “I’m ok.” “I’ll be ok.” Despite your pain, Not letting them know Just how low you … Continue reading Surrender


Fragile by TLM (penned June 28, 2017) I’m more fragile than you think Glass feelings safely wrapped in Newspaper–if you care to look closely, You could see right through me To the gristle and grit of My generosity, To the core of my compassion, To the pulse of my passion To the dirty, dingy, darkness of Depression. I’m not as independent as you think– Shards … Continue reading Fragile

Old Writing I Forgot To Post

June 25, 2017 Untitled by TLM My husband is somewhere thinking of me like I’m thinking of him. Playing future conversations on repeat in hopes of growing old to speak fondly of the past. My husband is out there, seething with passion, searching with purpose and premeditation for a person whose ambition mirrors his, love measures his, patience matches his. My husband has given up … Continue reading Old Writing I Forgot To Post