June 2018 | Poetry Camp

Most of the poems that I wrote in the month of June (2018) were from the poetry projects called, Ocean Teeth and Tracing Papers

Note that these poems are only drafts and not the edited and revised which means that you will find mistakes and errors as you read. Also, my writing style and skills are evolving constantly overtime and that this page is only a storage for all of the poems that I wrote and that I made public so you can join me in this writing journey.

June 5, 2018 | Mailman

And the mailman left

on each hand empty with job

bills on each pocket

of lovers on each end

waiting

waiting

waiting

the postcard waiting

in an empty mailbox

of each lover’s porches

waiting

then giving up

June 5, 2018 | I’m better off

I sail and smile

to the waters that take away

I ride like a snail in a floating leaf

waving goodbye to the comfort of the earth

knowing I’ll arrive at a place of adventure

Either way, I’m better off

June 5, 2018 | Homeless

Clocks and empty measures

as the sky goes underground

the ocean resurrecting

along with it,

my birthright to me sheets

I am homeless

like the sand empty with water

June `5, 2018 | Good Enough

Know that I wrapped myself in a raft full of expectations

We don’t know enough after we’ve pulled the knot and sailed away

and be driven away like a chaff in the wind

We don’t know enough colors

in a solid block of color blue

enough meaning

in a soft, caressing sorry

enough flaw

in a body before a mirror

We don’t know enough

so we’re good enough for the worn-out universe

June 5, 2018 | Fade

Knowing exactly where to fall,

I fall

when to heal,

I heal

where to begin,

I begin

knowing what I desire,

the universe serves me with a cup of tea

with my order still hot and fresh

like my last wishes,

they disappear

like steam fading into humidity

June 6, 2018 | Blessings

I dream of all things good

from butterflies landing

to snowballs in the heat of the sun

to the coronets of corns swaying mad

like rats escaping when their tails’ clumped down

Good like feathers carried in the breeze

not knowing where to land

A wonderland in the famine of the earth

earth in the midst of a snowstorm

wailing then weeping

then weeping then wailing

then weeping

and weeping

So I fluttered my eyes open

one before the other

tragedy before bliss

until heavens stood before me

before the dream I carry in my eyelids

All the good things ended

one before another

June 7, 2018 | Pretty Things

Now it’s hard to dream about the stars

without their light beaming like headlights

blinding me and trapping me in an accident

The art of deceiving

A star in the mure of the universe

like a portrait in a museum

locked away but alluring

and soon, you’ll have to push the brakes

to keep you from the light

no matter how beautiful it is,

we distance ourselves from them everytime

June 8, 2018 | Dead Party

The beat thumps randomly 

as the party grows old

in the dead of the night

lights like zombies

aching for something to feast on

if only bodies danced enough

swayed enough

bent enough towards a direction the lights desired,

the beat would’ve thumped perfectly with my heart

T.L. Thornes is a writer residing in Ilocos Sur, Philippines. She was twelve when she started keeping drafts of her poems in composition notebooks. Since then, she has found an emotional outlet through writing. When she’s not writing, she can be found in the streets of her hometown, urbansketching, or in her room, writing songs and making art journals.

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