Tommy Ballard

Joined October 2022

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I'm a professional writer, a poet, a digital artist and an amateur musician. In my free time, I'm often be found pondering magnets, breaking and entering random homes to steal locks of human hair, and dosing snoring sleepyheads with Zyns

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One Year Out.
One Year Out. One whole year away from all the havoc you wrought. One whole year out, there's still rubble of what was marble, before the decay you brought.
By Tommy Ballard3 years ago in Poets
Time Doesn't Heal a Thing.
Time doesn't heal a thing. A million years can't pull a mind from a sling. These mental scars, they're are all too real, They've been picked at and played with, used as a ledge to which the broken and the narcissistic choose to cling,
By Tommy Ballard3 years ago in Poets
Heroine.
We are two different puzzles cut from the same die. Your eyes pierce through my mine like a needle through veins. Me and you have always fit like a glove
By Tommy Ballard3 years ago in Poets
What's Free?
Free is the chirps of the birds and the buzzing of bees. Free is the soft green grass and cool shade of the trees. Free is the clear blue sky and the sun's warming beams.
By Tommy Ballard3 years ago in Poets
I Don't Want to Get Out of Bed Today.
I don't want to get out of bed today, I just want to sleep my troubles away. I'm held in bondage by lethargy, I've done nothing but laze, yet I've no energy.
By Tommy Ballard3 years ago in Poets
Blue
It's such a tragic case, When your whole life's been the chase, Just peeking through the looking glass, Trying to scream back at the past,
By Tommy Ballard3 years ago in Poets
Things That Could Have Been.
I could have been good, Had I not suffered childhood. I could have been contented, Had I not been surrounded by the wretched.
By Tommy Ballard3 years ago in Poets
The Joy of Self-Destruction
The things that harm me most have always been the ones I've found to have the most seduction, Armed with the spirit of the rebellious, I was never capable of taking any instruction,
By Tommy Ballard3 years ago in Poets
Already Dead.
When people hear you have these thoughts, they often tell things like, "If you do that you'll go to hell." But what if I'm already there, in my own mental jail?
By Tommy Ballard3 years ago in Poets
The Path Forward.
As I walk this lonely road, What once was warm has now turned cold, The ground beneath me once was stone, Now uneven, the light that showed the way is gone,
By Tommy Ballard3 years ago in Poets
Betrayal.
Betrayal is a knife in the heart you don't know how to remove. Betrayal makes your eyes narrow and squint, reading too much into the smallest of hints.
By Tommy Ballard3 years ago in Poets

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One Year Out.

Time Doesn't Heal a Thing.

Heroine.

What's Free?

I Don't Want to Get Out of Bed Today.

Blue

Things That Could Have Been.

The Joy of Self-Destruction

Already Dead.

The Path Forward.

Betrayal.

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