You Came Home Today

(An original poem by Ty Thomas)

You came Home today
wrapped in soft white satin
I didn't know what to say to you
Words couldn't describe you.

You came Home today
tears flowing from your glossy eyes,
red falling from your soft skin
as I cradle you in my arms

You came Home today
with plenty of stories to tell
of boys, of life, of friends, of strife
I listen, smiling, praying 

You came Home today
a purple paper in your hand
Already they are planning your future?
When will they realize? . . .

You came Home today
ecstatic and truly alive
you've made it so far, my child
and I'm glad to have been here for it 

You came Home today . . .
wrapped in wood and finery
they carried you into eternity
on the wings of fallen angels

You came Home today
Or rather, I came Home
I've come to live beside you now
among the afterlife . . .

I Sleep in Every Class

(An original poem by Ty Thomas)

Bursting with reckless abandon
I am a creature of the night
But come the time of day
When school demands attention . . .

I sleep in every class.

The teachers are all rising
My eyes are slowly drooping
The clock rings seven forty-five
I'm down and out, lost in the sands 

I'm jolted every forty-five
My mind still half-way trapped inside
Drifting through the halls, I wander
Hoping I'll find my bed in time 

Visions break through reality
Fall into half-sentient sight
I can't remember anything
Past, present, or the president

Through blurry sight, red numbers shine
Two thirty-three, two minutes left
Until I rise up for the night
Ready to rule my little world

Alarm bells ring, and teens chatter
Sight going weary . . .
Limbs growing cold . . . 
I collapse on the tiled floor 

Only to find it soft and warm
I find myself within it
Then my mind screams out to me
"It was but all a dream." I sigh.

My clock reads three in the morning
I lie in bed, awake and alive
Perhaps a being of the night
Would have been born without any dreams . . .

To keep him firmly trapped in sleep
Yet make his mind run wild, alive.