October 2017 | Poetry Camp

The poems I wrote within the month of October (2017) were from the poetry projects called Subway Teeth, Rowan and Artificial Twelve. Most of these poems were made for clients and were paid.

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.

October 7, 2017 | The Need

There are all these things in life I want to need

and the need to breathe was all it was

that rhythmic pace from slow to fast

and that was all I need

Then suddenly, there comes the need to sink

and lose my breath

and plunge in deeper

there, down in death

and that was all I need

And I want to need to keep needing

because apparently, life is full of wants

and I thought that if I want to stand out,

I have to have the feeling of a need

Then, there was the need to cry

to scream from pain

to feel when numbed

to just…just need

The need to just be

to lie yourself awake

to be half-asleep when life is in the game

That was all I need

The need to outsmart

but sometimes, it’s just losing

Sometimes, it’s just losing that urge to feel the need to need

Sometimes, it’s just about losing that itch to stand out

But maybe, sometimes…sometimes, it’s just losing yourself

Maybe, it’s just losing yourself to all these feelings

Because, apparently, all I need was to endure life and not stand out

So it’s just about losing yourself in all those feelings to survive

And that was all I need

I need to just stop needing

October 13, 2017 | Ode to Strangers

You weave in and out of my life

to teach me ways to define

that thin line between lessons and companions

to rub my face with my flaws

to make my daily rant a spiel

to teach that life isn’t for everyone

when strangers knock on your door

October 17, 2017 | 11:11 (A sense of time poem)

11:11

11:11 is indigo with tinges of silver

the color of the extensive galaxy

11:11 feels like chills down my spine

It sounds like wind chimes

It smells like popourri

11:11 peeks every night to watch me sleep

October 18, 2017 | Desolation (A five sense poem)

Desolation is a cool gray

It sounds like a cry for help

It feels like a scar in the knee

It smells like an old lady’s perfume

It tastes like cold water

October 20, 2017 | Good News (A haiku)

Heaven walks the earth

blues and greens await their birth

good news, they have heard

October 21, 2017 | Stage Fright (A senryu)

When the spotlight fades,

tears spatter on my shoulders

voice muted again

October 25, 2017 | Old Mother Birdie (A tanka)

Over the meadow

lived an old mother birdie

standing by the branch

letting the rain pass quickly

so she’d feed her kids of three

October 25, 2016 | Ode to the Forgotten

For a scream for the voices of the bodiless

forgotten souls from buried generations

and shrine for the heroes of the nation

A cry of tears for the weak

Forgotten souls who found the kingdom

Prayers of strength for the meek

and all these words, for action, I seek

October 27, 2017 | Monday (A sense of time poem)

Monday

Monday is gray and white

The color of roads and school uniforms

Monday feels like a burnt tongue from morning coffees

It sounds like streetlights flickering

It smells like vehicles’ smoke belching

Monday tastes like egg-whites and bread

Monday stays monotonous for the next four days

October 28, 2017 | Victory (A five sense poem)

Victory is gold

It sounds like a sloshing wine

It feels like a handshake

It smells like a hotel room

It tastes like ripened cherries

October 28, 2017 | Reincarnation (A haiku)

The dusts form again

what were once fossils of men

forming lives again

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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