TJ White Writes

  My tears cascade down     Raindrops on funeral umbrellas     Broken rose petals on wedding days  My emotions like      Ice pellets through rainbows     Sunshine on blistered skin My heart is stone      Crimson rivers from broken tides     Scarlet ink spills from my veins  My soul is lost     Chaos in the ordinary      Tornadoes amidst blue skies  My tears remain     Rivers from the depths     Denial despite the floods TJ Ruberto 2021

 

By TJ Ruberto copyright 2021

I’m done. Completely tapped out.  Waiting for something to change  but repeating the same thing over again I must be crazy; the very definition of.  I’m done. Completely drained.  The constant battles the never being good enough  why am I never good enough?  I’m done. Completely void of life.  There isn’t a single thing I can do to make you see I’m trying; doing my best.  Why can’t I get it right just once?  I’m done. Completely alone.  Let me be with my own thoughts  let me pay for my own poor choices.  I just want to be left alone for a while.  TJ Ruberto 2021

I am passionate about art The way paint flows across a canvas Textures made from liquid, out of charcoal, out of ink Depth on one dimensional planes  I love words Black letters scrolled across white pages Words I know and words I don’t Lives plastered on paper I am a Christmas lover Glittering ornaments hung on boughs  Warm fires crackling in the hearth Family brought together from near and far I am obsessed with food The sweet, the salty, the soft, the crunchy Good choices, poor choices, calories galore  Feeling sick from eating too much or not enough I am crazy; just crazy  I worry over worry, obsess over obsessions I spend days wondering if I am losing my mind Then spend hours crying and still thinking ‘I’m just fine’ I am obsessed with the concept of pain Why do I hurt so much one day and not the next What is this new pain and where did it come from  Is this pain a sign of something more sinister yet to come These are the ...

Listen to the hush behind the NOISE within your head. The peace. Tranquility . Stop wishing you were dead.  The voices that are calling, SHOUTING OUT! your name, Serve only to fill the VOID and play a ruthless G A M E . You are worth MORE . Deserve MORE Than that voice will Let you see. Just look at all you've accomplished and ALL  that you could be. Listen to that SILENCE when the beast inside is DEAD. The hush is a place to build upon PEACE AND LOVE  instead.  By: T.J. Ruberto (c) 2017

My blue dress blows through wildflower fields,   Kissing petal tips     collecting pollen dust. I spread my arms wide    Twirling       twirling         twirling. Oh sunshine, make me warm again wrapped up in My blue cotton dress. The white hem of my blue dress   is made of the finest lace and there, along a picot edge, is       a          single    loose         and                              delicate                                                                           thread. It catches On wildflower stems and petal tips and the lace     begins to  ...