Tamra Craft Poems

An affection grown from pubescent soil, watered with innocent infatuation
Leaves of dreams gently budding, off naïve branches of a youth shortened.

The roots, ventricles of a choice-less heart, her fate twisted by a mothers hate.
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Sometimes while walking the golden path,
You come across a silver one.
Glistening in the moon light, you turn
Never realizing what you’ve done.
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I got in touch with my dark side
Behind a sea of glass and dust
The shard pressed into me till I smelled blood
We all do what we feel we must
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Spastic wings beat against closed fingers
That surround her, padded bars of flesh
He doesn’t know what he has caught
She his prisoner once their eyes met
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Down at the bottom of a thousand mile drop
I peer up at you all through the darkness…
Like falling, we are powerless to stop
A Crowe among doves trying to appear righteous.
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I see you floundering in a world you thought you knew
You once saw it in ticks and tocks, and pay checks…
You were blindly tripping down someone else’s path
Playing cards dealt from unknown player’s decks…
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Coward that you are, it doesn’t surprise me
Swept up in what society wants you to be.

Sad and pathetic, lying, always lying.
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How am I supposed to speak to you when I am so weak to you
And you have no clue

I'm consumed by a friendship never expanded, my heart left empty handed
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Tonight, just this once, I need everyone to agree with me
To see what I see, the reality they refuse to believe.
Tonight just once, I need to set the her inside me free,
A note on a stave, no longer chained to a melody.
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In a dark and desolate room, on you my mind lingers.
I caught the scent of smoke, and I immediately saw you.
The gentle curve of your eyes, your long and smooth fingers.
Shuttering awake from dreams that had once been true.
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