Biography of Moth Harris
My name is Timothy Michael Harris,
Normally called Tim. I use Moth as my writers name because I figure it would be far less common than Tim Harris. I got Moth from tiMOTHy, and use it as sort of a nickname. I enjoy spending time with friends and family, and I write to express my emotion and opinion. I hope to become a great writer someday.
I grew up in the suburbs of Detriot, a little town called White Lake. The lake is beautiful in the summer time, I spend a lot of time there on an old cement bridge writing poetry. I'm the guy who spends time watching the sunset out of windows and feeling a passion for life afterwards.
I'm still a kid however, and I have much to learn. I hope that one day I will achieve my dreams, I hope that one day my name will be known for captivating peoples hearts and minds.
Moth Harris's Works:
Contributed to 'Scribes 2007'
Contributed to 'Scribes 2008'
A featured poet in 'Scribes 2009'
Moth Harris Poems
#100 - Faction
It's the ghost in the mirror, the shadow in the corner of the room. The cascading thoughts that drift through my mind so steadily. It breaks and scrapes, takes away, again, again, another day. It's where you are, what you've become, darkness.
Wrapped in black Old, dirty, dusty, damaged Held inside is something beautiful A cold vacant stare
When you charge me with this accusations It only tears away at me You're the one who braught me up from down Don't be the one to make me bleed
I tried to write the perfect words for you Still sometimes I just don't know what to do What I go through isn't a matter of doubt or wondering if I'm in love
Warmth In Fire
Embers light the fire Brake down the bark Fueling heart and desire Lost from the start
A Ghost In The Window
I've stared out this dirty smudged window many times before I've seen many nicely dressed people but none go through this door but I guess that's how life is when you're poor You don't got money but atleast you don't know what it's for
A Poetic Heaven And Hell From A Non-Beli...
Hearts bleed a beautiful red, like a curtain to our love We walk through slowly like we don't even hear a sound With each step we take new comfort and salvation is found We walk together like we don't have a care in the world
Blue In Your Eyes
I look in your eyes They're faded now and to my surprise The sun won't rise
When will you see It's not up to you and me and life's not perfect It was never meant to be
No One's There To Hold You
They say hold the ones you love When your heart is feeling blue But when your heart is broken What do you do
The air is brisk, but refreshing to the touch. I grasp it with my fingertips and let it get swept away. I say, today, is not long enough. Too cold here yet so beautiful. White like your wings, they take me away.
Hey Hey Woah
I said 'hey hey woah! ' Where'd you go girl? Where'd you go? Nothing but endless dial tone
So Far Away From Home
The hour glass lets a few grains pass On the few last hours in my past Where I gasped in the vast ocean I grasped your hand and you asked
Coffee & Lemonade
It all winds down Ever winding Ever winding, A little town
Warmth In Fire
Embers light the fire
Brake down the bark
Fueling heart and desire
Lost from the start
Oh, but I love being lost with you
I'd say the fire lights up my life
but I don't have to
because I think you feel it too