Notes from Tommie

posted by tommie on Jul 24

Just another thought that I had…

Looking past the shroud,
down to the heart and soul,
body gnawing with such hunger,
just wanted you to know,
constant you are with me,
always in my mind,
our souls have seen one another,
yours is their for all time,
my thirst shall never fade away,
my hunger never sated,
all I know is by your side,
till long after we’ve gone and faded….

Take it for what you will it’s what my hand put on the paper. For situational awareness I have also come to the conslusion that I fall under at least two groups: femenist and masculist. Although I’m sure more will come as I think about it, in case you haven’t noticed by my past posts or my own opinion in knowing me: I have a very strong belief that all people should be treated equally and given the same opportunities to express themselves openly… Regardless of race, religion, sex, or sexuality…

Exhausted and lonely, Tommie Roberts (a.k.a. Pup)

posted by tommie on Jul 20

Alright as a general update a few days ago I got a package in the mail from Amber and the gang, and today I got a package from my mom and brother. Just wanted to let you’ll know that your packages did come in (just like I actually told mom yesterday, “It’ll probably be here tomorrow.” As per usual my just being a pain in the butt leads to a true statement. I loved the card my brother sent me for my birthday, even though it did get here a little late.

While I’ve been moping around I had a moment of thought and it turned out to this:

Cut away deeply at the skin
Leaving room for liquid guilt



Slowly the wound begins to bleed
Drowning darkness out to feed



From what once was great strength
Causes now for me to be weak



Losing the gift that is my sight
Sool I’ll have to face the light



So far as taking a piece of my soul
The very moment that it broke



Always reaching our for a hand
Soon I’ll fall and be like the dead

Lost in thought and unsure when he’ll be back, Tommie Roberts (a.k.a. Pup)

posted by tommie on Jun 6

Regardelss of outside opinion this reflects how I feel and is the first, and only, draft of this piece. Feel free to comment if you like but I just thought that it would be a good explanation of how my mood’s been lately.

Always will I be by your side,
forever as your pup.

Although my heart wants so much more,
all of that will have to wait.

Your love is all that can set me free,
but binds me to this place.

Your face is truly beautiful,
yet it it haunts me as I rest.

Your lips embracing his
some ghostly dance of flame.

Your heart still beating wildly,
something never to be tame.

But forever by your side I’ll stay,
pressing on through sleet and rain.

Hopeful one day you’ll see past the pup,
to the man that for you I became.

Accepting yet hoping, Tommie Roberts (a.k.a. Pup)

posted by tommie on Jun 5

Today I thought that I would share a pair of stories that I thought up while on the job and see what everyone thinks.

Story One (Fluffibunni):
Once there was a small boy who wanted to get a pet but his parents kept telling him no. Whenever he asked why they would always respond, “You wouldn’t take care of him or feed him.” After countless weeks and many more hours of begging and promises to take care of him finally the mother gave in and said that he could have a pet rabbit. Andy, the boy, decided to name him Fluffibunni just to spite the jokes all his friends made about him having a pet rabbit instead of something cool like a dog or snake.

So it went and Andy genuinely cared about Fluffibunni, always taking time to feed him before and after he went to school untill one day he decided to have a sleep-over with a couple of his friends. That night he didn’t feed Fluffibunni. The next day his friends went home and Andy never thought twice about feeding his beloved pet rabbit, little did he know what was in store for him that night.

After two nights of not having any carrots or love at all Fluffibunni decided that enough was enough. If Andy wasn’t going to take care of him then he would do it himself. Being the ingenuititve and charismatic (how else would a rabbit open a cage but by being charismatic) rabbit that he was getting out of his cage was no problem. The next morning Andy’s mother woke to a loud scream and ran to her childs room.

What she found was Andy lying in his bed shaking back and forth covered in blood. Fluffibunni had ripped off his negligent owners ear and ran away to find some place that he could call a real home. From that day on Andy would always remember to take care of his pets and that by accepting responsibility you had to keep up with it.

Well, that’s the story of Fluffibunni. The moral is if you have something to take care of don’t forget about it. Kind of bloody but hey, I’m human after all.

Story Two (The little puppy):
Once there was a small ragged looking puppy at the pet shop. Everyday he would sit at the window looking out at the people passing by and wonder, “when am I going to find a home?” You see, nobody wanted him because he just looked to ragged and dirty to keep in the house. Somehow he would always get out of the pin and play in the dirt so the owner of the shop had given up on keeping him clean.

Time passed and the owner could never convince anyone to buy the puppy. When it came to the puppys birthday the owner decided, “listen here pup, if someone doesn’t come get you today then I’ll have to send you to the shelter.” He cleaned the pup up and the puppy knew that it was his last chance; however, he couldn’t fight his urge to play in the dirt and once again took on the appearance of being ragged.

It was about that time that a young lady came by and saw him playing in the dirt, she couldn’t help but smile. “Excuse me sir, how much for the small pup there? The one playing in the dirt.” The owner was stunned. In the whole year that the pup had been there she was the first to ask about him. “Listen lady, if you’ll take care of him I’ll give him to you for free.” With a smile she shook hands and accepted the offer.

So it was that she took the little puppy home and took good care of him, even putting in a sandbox just for him to play in. Later she was sure to add a kiddy-pool and trained him so that he would rinse off before coming in the house. The little puppy was overwhelmed with love and hadn’t a care in the world.

Then one day, out of nowhere, the young lady decided to take him out for a ride. The whole time he stuck his head out the window and enjoyed passing all the trees and nice homes. When she opened the passenger door he instinctually jumped out and started looking around. Before he knew what happened the truck had left and he was all alone.

The littly puppy knew that she wouldn’t have just left him on purpose, it had to be an accident. Not giving up on his owner the pup sniffed the air and took off in an attempt to find home. That’s what it had to be: a test to see if he could find his way home…

Well that’s all for now on the adventures of little pup. Maybe more will come on that one.

In constant reminder to fight for what you believe and never give up hope, Tommie Roberts (a.k.a. Pup)

posted by tommie on May 28

I would like to go ahead and start off by saying that this isn’t rated PG-13 and should be read as such. For a long time now, even during highschool, I have been told that I am decent in writing and I quote “trashy little romance novels.” Just had the thought that I’d post a snippet to kind of see what others thought about my work. This is just a rough draft but I figured that it would be as fine an example as anything else:

As he lay there atop her cool body he knew that this would change things between them. Little more than her presence had made his body hard and rigid, a sharp contrast to her smooth skin and silken hair. Her aroma was intoxicating and only proved successful in arousing him further, though he was already well past and point he’d known in desire. She soothed his burning with an icy touch and fought back the darkness with a bright smile. All that he was longed to become one with her. To join their bodies together. He could feel a slight tremble as he pressed himself into her warmth; though it took all his might to not give into instinct and slow down to not hurt her. He wanted everything to be right and knew that he couldn’t risk her thoughts being some image he had put there, even if it was possible.

At first she hadn’t been sure of her feelings but his hot touch against her skin had awakened some inner desire: she would fulfill this hunger as well as the burning passion she could feel from his hardness. Even as he had thrust against her she had been overwhelmed by his mouth and hands following their own agendas. Static passed through her senses as his wet lips found peace with her swollen breasts and he pulled her against him by the small of her back. With each passing moment she could feel the predator that resided within him rise. That primal instinct that had separated him from others.

It felt as though if he had been the burning darkness she was the only light that could quench the flames: fulfill his inner desire. As protective as he had always been this was more for himself then she. Only in her presence had he ever felt so alive for something other then the hunt. Though that was the case he had held back his demons enough to feel her own passion rising as every thrust was matched by her own strength. A thin layer of sweat had begun to form highlighting even more how much he had grown since the last they met, every cut muscle giving a slight ripple in the light.

The more time that they spent together the more she could feel it herself: this wasn’t just him, these were her own wants and needs as well. Their breath, hearts, their very souls had been intertwined and began to merge as one. Neither of them could recognize where one of them ended and the other began. Even if it was just temporary they had been joined as one, neither one wanting to let go of the moment after being apart for so long…

Any comments would be greatly appreciated. Good, bad, or indifferent I like to get comments from those that are interested in my writing. Unfortunately it was stuff like this that kept me awake during Mr. Furlow’s class in highschool. Who knows, maybe if some like it I’ll post some more…

As always hoping for a better tomorrow though we all must face the darkness, Tommie Roberts (a.k.a. Pup)

posted by tommie on May 19

The eyes are the looking glass
to see inside the soul.
It’s a hidden piece of my past,
a whole other story untold.

Since my birth I had this gift
though it sometimes seems a curse.
It takes me to within a rift,
sometimes seems it could get me hurt.

With this power I’ve seen into your eyes.
Even if little more then just a small part;
The wear of using so much of the sight,
gave you complete control of the heart.

In return I haven’t asked for much,
with my love I’ve paid the cost.
Forever I will be your pup,
because without you I’d truly be lost.

Just some thoughts that I put down into words; as busy as the Army keeps me here most of me is just ready to go back to those that I love and care about more then anything else in this world. I don’t claim to be a poet or someone that has changed the world, but so long as I’m capable of breathing I’ll do everything within my power to keep those close safe from harm. I know where I belong, all that’s left is to be patient enough for the time to come where I can take my place and cause a change one day at a time. So long as I keep my faith strong it will be all too soon when I’m by your side.