TJ White Writes

Sleep is for the ones who want to let things go  The ones who need to rest To start afresh tomorrow  Sleep is for the weak, my tender hearted kin The ones who are afraid of what comes When you let the magic in Sleep is for the ones scared of what comes after this The ones who are too ordinary  To welcome in the bliss  Sleep is for the ones without magic in their veins The ones without the gusto To take power by the reins Sleep is not for me or my racing mind I’m not the one to close my eyes I’m not the sleeping kind By: T.J. Ruberto 2021

I sit here waiting for inspiration to come, Like parched earth waiting for rain,  Flowers waiting for sun. I wait for the voice to fill the void, To shout above the silence Or filter out the noise. I wait for those juices to start to flow, For something I can grasp,  For the seeds that I can grow. Creativity isn’t for the meek of mind,  She’s a gift, a spell, a favour, She’s something you can’t find.  She’s mystical and magical, a lady of the night,  She comes to you when she’s ready,  When she feels the moment’s right.  Relinquish your control, let go and let her play, You can’t rush that perfect moment, When she shows you what to say.  I sit here waiting for inspiration again,  Like snow caps for the sun,  And deserts for the rain.  By: T.J. Ruberto 2021

If I pulled that stitch in time,  The one where we met,  Would everything unravel? Could I undo all the hurt,  The pain you caused,  Could I let go of the heartache? If I pulled that stitch in time,  What else would be lost? Would all the good go with it? I don’t want to undo The loving you part,  Just the part where you broke me.  By: T.J. Ruberto 2021

Come a little closer Scooch across the bed Put your arms around me With your hand upon my head Come a little closer Let me lay inside your space Turn your body into mine Let me see your face Come a little closer  Lace your fingers inside mine  Whole bodies pressed together Our legs should intertwine Come a little closer  I want us to be one Come a little closer Before the moment’s gone By: T.J. Ruberto 2021

I open my mouth to speak But the words are stuck inside,  Choking the life from my soul. I can feel them on my tongue, Syllables and consonants, Floating on thin air. The noise in the void A reminder of the trauma.  I never should have tried to tell.  The words just come out wrong, No matter how loud I scream. Can you see my lips are trying? Stuttering, faltering over these words Trapped inside my own mind.  Inside I’m screaming, crying out, But the sound I make is silent. By: T.J. Ruberto 2021

Leave the lights on,  Let me see your skin.  Let the rays wash over you,  Oh won’t you let me in.  I want to see all of you,  The flaws and imperfections,  Take me on your roller ride,  The ups, the downs, inflections.  You don’t need to hide from me,  Candescent skin as smooth as silk,  Let me see you clearly, Let down the walls you’ve built.  Your perfection isn’t perfect,  And therein lies the truth,  Leave the lights on, Darling,  So you can see it too.  I want to see the parts of you, That you hide from all the world,  Let me tell you all the things,  That you’ve never heard. Leave the lights on, Darling.  Bare yourself to me,  Throw caution to the wind,  Let yourself be free.   By: T.J. Ruberto 2021