Author Archives: Tika

And I hope I see youUp on the stage of eternity I hope you are happyI hope that you look across his face And see nothing but joyUpon his face I hope you have no doubtI hope you have no anxiety And I hope you choose yesUp where you came from I hope you canContinue reading “Where I Am”

When I look back at your faceI see a broken imageryOf the emotions that were in your place Wood scratched from vintage tablesChipped pieces fall to floorAlways so worried about labelsNever about making it anymore So I chose to be loved by manyAnd you decided to choose meBut above everything so plentyYou made the wrongContinue reading “The Many Bystanders”

a smile that could light up a thousand roomshumor that can sting the sharpest soulwill you allow yourself to falldouble-down and let roll? of roses redand violets bluethese are the questionsto fall in love with you. control your emotionsreel them into threadpush through dark needlesand put your thoughts to bed? of roads redand violets bluenotContinue reading “Violence”

I think I’m going to choose to be happy Yes I’m going to choose to be happy The choice is made Here I am Hello Goodnight

As I began to openThere was a painSo deepThat I started to crackHurtful hurt It was only a woundI reminded myself againBut this one was worseNo doctors, no nursesNo hospitals, no churches Alone. Thinking back to the beginningHow it started, how’s it goingWhere the time wentBefore any inflictionI was here, nowBut where had I been?Continue reading “The Flow”

Brick by brickAnd lesson plansA calendar fullA river wideAnd an open heart Thoughts prevailThis time, they’re goodI am here, todayBrick by brickAnd calls on hold SidetrackedOverflowing emotional waveUndercutting abusive gainsRopes in knotsStagnant stay Brick by brickLights stop, lights goFountain protruding skyThat closed-off bridgeNow solid, covered floor For you, I’m completeEven with the scoreI am gone,Continue reading “Sidetracked”

Problems todayTurn into solutions tomorrowSeeds that are plantedWill grow or they won’tLet them breathe ’til deathLet them suffocate while aliveSpace is as given fromTo be alive is to water those problemsTo be alive is to plant those seedsTo be alive is to water one’s lifeSuffocate now to breathe later

The purpose of walls, as toldWere never to separate floors builtTo stop those from getting inBut to build windowsAnd doors and stairwells There was never a paintMeant to dry and never be painted againA brick laid not to be replacedOr covered, or damagedAll temporary, all for the purpose of structure Never an apertureThat was toContinue reading “Stairwell”

You want to put me downBecause I’m weak when I’m downYou like me weakBecause then I’m yours Safe and soundUnder your high-strung throneYou control my every moveYou control my every move I’ll wait so patientlyFor your heal to withdrawBut it won’t, and I’ll waitThe sea will dry, and I’ll wait I won’t speak as youContinue reading “Noise”

If the walls were elongated If the fences stopped growing When would grass know to end? When would paint cease to dry?