Biography of TP Sage
I write to touch my reader's heart or soul or funny bone or memory or any other part of their corporeal or metaphysical being. At least that is my goal. Please let me know if I was successful.
I am older now than Byron and Burns, Keats and Kilmer, Poe and Plath, and Stevenson and Shelly all were when they died but I am 10 years younger than Emily Dickinson when she wrote, 'Because I could not stop for Death'.
I'm kinda hoping that means I'm only halfway home. I should probably go ahead and write a few masterpieces pretty soon though....just in case.
If you enjoyed something that I wrote, please let me know. If instead you thought my writing to be amateurish or trite or (gasp) mediocre it would waste both of our times for you to tell me. Sadly, it will be impossible for me to accept or validate your vitriol, and I will summarily dismiss your opinion as a symptom of your bitter and unfulfilled life. It's nothing personal. If you are a writer, I would expect nothing but equally strident self preservation.
Exceptional writing never exposes a writer's self important ego but exceptional writing cannot be written unless that self important ego exists.
Thank you for reading
TP Sage Poems
When I Look At You
when I look at you i see an endless universe in your eyes an infinite unimaginable beauty that I could touch every day but might never hold
Love Is Never Lonely
I want to show you rainbows and feel your soft touch on my cheek when they bring tears to my eyes.
I'M Afraid To Love You
Everything is perfect, and nothing makes sense. One half-silly smile, a split second knowing glance
I cannot fathom her consuming essence. I recognize a silent erosion of my will, and yet find myself embracing the totality of my surrender.
The Sound Of Snow
The sound of snow...... it is all of these together or separately or combined
An Honest Mistake
It rained this morning. I could have sworn I saw you dancing in the puddles
Will You Wait For Me
will you wait for me till i can see the sunlight in my eyes till the stars shine bright
Don'T Wait For Me
Don't give your best or worst to me. It's wasted. I no longer wear the words you say. I felt naked within them anyway.
You are fresh cut flowers on the table, a rain that cools the summer air, cotton sheets and vanilla candles, the cotton candy smell of a county fair.
I Love You Because...
I love you because You laugh at the things that make you mad You cry when you're sad but you let me think I'm helping to make it better
Beneath Your Passion
You danced for me. A hundred silken scarves you wore. A hundred colors for me to see as you twirled about the floor.
My Last Breath
Hers is the only shadow on my wall I trace her curves with gentle thoughts. There is just enough light so that I can know
Fire Beneath My Skin
You smiled at me and I lived a thousand years in an instant. The earth itself stopped turning
If I Told You That I Loved You
If I promised that the music would never go away If I showed you smiles and laughter when tears got in your way
My Last Breath
Hers is the only shadow on my wall
I trace her curves with gentle thoughts.
There is just enough light
so that I can know
her silent silhouette
lies beside me.
Hers is the only fragrance in my air.
I close my eyes and float