Dear pills,

Though you can dampen me

You cannot kill the pain

For though you're called a saving grace

The scars of hell remain.

My soul is charred and fading now

My hopes are six feet under

The grave which clearly reads my name

With clouds and rolling thunder.

- Victor Tinsdale

I once killed a man with words alone
And shattered all his dreams
I mocked him in his indecision
Silenced all his screams


The pen can hold more power
Than the sword and than the stone
And so the wars I battle day by day
Are wars with words alone

-Victor Tinsdale

Regret not the moments

In which our emotions flared

In which our eyes met

Causing our world of questions and doubts

To slow, organize and settle

Albeit only for a moment.

Regret not the kiss

That caused warm tears of joy

To bellow down your tender cheek

Forget not that these arms were made

To hold a queen such as you.

To hold a queen.

To hold only you.

May the fading powers of time

Work not against us,

May our hands never again

Be cold and alone without each other.

For you are as the moon

Causing the fallen blanket of snow

To sparkle in beauty true and through

The eleventh hour.

May your calming power

Cradle forever my needing heart.

May these words,

Though only a written, silent cry,

Find you

Bring you home

And cause that you are

Never again without me

And I, in return, am

Never again without you.

-Victor Tinsdale

Sleep fails me

My eyes wander

And run laps around my eyelids.

A simple night's rest is shattered

By a stray thought.

My mind runs restlessly within its private insecurities. 

Doubts run with noisy sticks held strong

Endlessly rattling my fence of comfort.

As light had turned to darkness

So once again, through bent blinds

Morning beckons.

I still fight the losing battle

Against my burning thoughts of panic.

My alarm sounds

It laughs boldly.

Oh how I thought I had stood a chance tonight.

That this night could have been different.

Different from the endlessly stacked nights

That had itched and scratched their way

Through to the morning's break.

And tomorrow I know

Wholeheartedly

That I must again limp my way

To the battle field of torment

And pray skyward that sleep

    Will for once

          Grace my soul.

-Victor Tinsdale

My mind is twisted

Wrapped around

The life of which we dreamed

While Cupid's arrows

Miss us

My heart aches at every seam

Then time goes by

And distance grows

It proves itself quite maiming 

And as my heart wails 

In pain 

Somehow you find this entertaining.

-Victor Tinsdale

Victor's Lost Christmas Poem #2

On a night just like this

How on earth could I miss

A fat man

Slipping into my chimney

All my cookies went missing

And facts not dismissing

My whole Christmas was ruined again.

For my gifts, can't you see?

They all laid by the tree

But come morning,

They all had went missing

And now rumors have spread,

How they torment my head,

Of my mother and that slime ball kissing! 

And the question of why?

Brought more tears to my eyes

As I shattered the Spode with a hammer

Though Dad grounded my rear,

I still live life in fear

'Till the day Cringle's locked in the slammer.

-Victor Tinsdale