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Timmy Warner Poem
Rope cuts into my bare feet
Wary as I tread the line
The end stretches farther than I can see
My eyes veer down
Expecting to find the ground miles beneath me
But all I see are sheets
The boulders below are just a pillow cradling my neck
The humid air wrapping itself around my body,
whipping as I try to keep myself stable,
is a blanket that swaddles my aching bones
Panic sets into the bones
I fear that I will fall
Yet there is nothing to fall into
I could dive in but never crash
The impact comes in shaking shoulders
Splitting head with no blood to show for it
Forehead against the bedrock
All I feel is agony as I nestle in and fall asleep
Copyright © Timmy Warner | Year Posted 2021
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It’s 2:30am
And I am feverishly writing
in a feeble attempt to throw a bone the other way
Flattening the tip of the pen with each thought
I crave so badly to feel understood
Even as I write
I feel a compulsion to over-explain how awful I feel
Just to force the pain down the throat of these pages
I stop to scan my thoughts
I try to decipher if they are good enough
I wonder, when was the last time I felt good enough
Copyright © Timmy Warner | Year Posted 2021
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When I was fifteen I had a soggy heart
“Paint what it feels like”
So I painted my heart, dripping in sorrow
The cheap acrylic paint left their printer paper as soggy as the heart I had made
I’m twenty now, and the poeticism has vanished
I don’t feel melancholy
I feel like sh*t
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I changed my shower curtain yesterday.
I was too short so I had to strain on my tiptoes to get each ring in place.
My mind was not in my bathroom with me.
It was transported to last September, when I moved into the apartment I used to share with him.
I was too short to put my shower curtain up so he did it for me.
I wanted to ask someone to help this time, too.
I only had a few rings in place when I crumpled onto the bathroom floor crying.
He was there for everything.
I see him in everything I do and every place I go.
I can’t go to Burger King without thinking about the countless Impossible Whoppers we ate.
I can’t watch The Good Place without thinking about when we stayed up watching season four until 3am.
I especially can’t go to Kroger without being reminded of when we bought the vodka and fruit punch for that night.
I can’t even change a damn shower curtain.
I can’t find a corner of this Earth that doesn’t remind me of him.
I have been searching for something that can just be mine to associate.
But I think the problem is that when someone is constantly lingering in your subconscious, they stick themself onto every single experience and memory until it’s all infected.
I wish there were antibiotics for people.
Copyright © Timmy Warner | Year Posted 2021
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