There are rails that I could travel, boxcars to inhabit, plunder though, and ride shore to shore I guess.

But the hobo is always short of home, and place not found, threatened by a lost sense of surety, beliefs kind of built on a straw bale base, easily ignited, weathered by washes of rain.

He’s only Bound for home, not there in the warm embrace of place, not by the furnace, fixing the fire.

The moves he makes are ragged, patching up, a has-been at best, a chest full of moth-bitten flannel and ash. 

Coughing up a last lung that longed for some air under roof.

Talking till his mouth goes dry, hear him slur though lies of how he done just fine.

We’re interested, both, in dying.

What it brings, what songs they will sing to see us offf.

But maybe he is not, as much as me, fixed upon the scene where God’s inviting all of us, as children, through a narrow gate of pearl.

This home is not my world, and this world is not his home. 

We both want to be together now, and later be alone.

The plains are our fine carpets, perches on the hill, and valleys hug when restless.

Some embraces just are cold.

But as long as living outweighs dying this pursuit just won’t grow old.

I sometimes miss the family, and my friends, the faithful liars.

But this world is dripping honey comb meant to eat of and admire.

@6 months ago with 7 notes
#poem #poetry #prose #writing #spilled ink #tommy anderson #appalachia #kentucky #virginia #winter #travel #hobo #hitch hiking 
woven-in-yr-nerves:

yeah so i made a zine of doodles and writings from 2013, some of them have been posted here but not all of them and you can buy a hard copy or i will take trades or if you wanna look at it online for free just message me and i will send you the link.
oh, also there are possible triggers so um i don’t know how to say that but any anxiety/depression/ED/body image/alcohol/mild violence and abuse/gender stuff/sex/knives i think that is all, but i mean, yeah, be careful, there are lots of feelings involved and i’m sort of vulnerable and unsure and don’t know how to present them nicely but i don’t think there is anything too unsettling and it’s all pretty vague but i don’t know how to judge my own feelings and presentation of them and i want you to feel safe

woven-in-yr-nerves:

yeah so i made a zine of doodles and writings from 2013, some of them have been posted here but not all of them and you can buy a hard copy or i will take trades or if you wanna look at it online for free just message me and i will send you the link.

oh, also there are possible triggers so um i don’t know how to say that but any anxiety/depression/ED/body image/alcohol/mild violence and abuse/gender stuff/sex/knives i think that is all, but i mean, yeah, be careful, there are lots of feelings involved and i’m sort of vulnerable and unsure and don’t know how to present them nicely but i don’t think there is anything too unsettling and it’s all pretty vague but i don’t know how to judge my own feelings and presentation of them and i want you to feel safe

(Source: blessyrlittleheart)

@6 months ago with 24 notes
#zine #virginia #kentucky #applachia 

I am not here to steal your girlfriend, boyfriends, no not anyone’s.

I just feel like talking to a female, she smells so much different than a man.

I don’t plan on buying anyone drink, don’t think I have an agenda.

Girlfriends, boyfriends, if your looks are loving me there’s no sense in being apprehensive, it’s only when God steps in, and today I’m barely trusting.

Dads, don’t think I want to take your daughter home, I ain’t got one, for cuddling cramps I’ll lay alone.

Expect sex?

I’m sorry, but I’m kind of bummed, be my pal, lets rub backs.

I won’t shack up with anyone, I need to leave for the fate of man.

Big plans fail, end up on top of me, cover my philosophy and make me buzz.

I like girlish things- make up, tights and rings. But only to the point of some practicality.

I like manly things; pick up trucks, rocks in slings.

I like what’s in-between; animals, plants, guitar strings.

I am not here to steal your girlfriend, boyfriends, no not anyone’s.

I’m just here to be who I was at twelve, happy kid, hormones well.

@6 months ago with 5 notes
#boyfriend #girlfriend #poem #poetry #spilled ink #writing #original #relationships #humanity 

My head, the planetarium

@7 months ago with 1 note

All you need is love, not a lover.

@7 months ago

Another original demo of “I Promise I”

Download all my music on MP3 for free by enter 0 in the value section when you click “buy now” on a track or CD.

Hope to be recording more soon.

Peace and Goodwill 

I Promise I by Tommy Anderson

@7 months ago with 3 notes
#original #music #song #tommy #anderson #free #download #bandcamp #love #travel #world #peave #happiness #relationships 


{That’s it!}

Too pretentious
Fade me
I’m fucking hungry
Degrade me
I want my comply
Life’s a fuckin’ resume
Experience, credentials
Experienced, imposter
People preaching everyday
White lies
Sitting inside
(???)
Blasphemy.


Mommy, has a vendetta against daddy
Walls are set up
Baby, is sad to find that daddy
(???)

Life’s a fuckin’ resume
Experience, credentials
Experienced, imposter
People preaching everyday
White lies
Sitting inside
(???)

Hold me, there’s too much tension
Degrade me
I’m fuckin’ hungry
Feed me, I want some comfort
Consume me, I want my complex back

Cold naked man
Picked off his scabs
And fed them
To the pigeons
Help him, he’s cornered
Kill him, you mercy mourner!
Life’s a fuckin’ resume
Experienced, credentials
Experienced, imposter
People preaching everyday
White lies, running inside
(???)

Hold me, no fucking rules
Just help me
I’m too pretentious
Please me, I’m really hungry
Degrade me, I want my complex back

@7 months ago
My inner-self.

My inner-self.

@7 months ago with 2 notes
#baby #picture #inner #self #chicken #underwear #farming #pet #rooster #tommy #anderson 

I know what I want to do to you, the possibly disgraceful paces that furnace form is taken to.

Often there seems a distance invading atoms between the closest embrace, but then a thousand miles apart there will be nothing to displace, this all-pervading Love.

No government, institution,no water pollution within reach to sever.

The only thing corrupt enough, being us in the tailwind of what others want without seeing our promise and lending their blessings and trust.

If I do to you what I think I want to, then I might found out what I really don’t.

How much can I stake each time I wake in the morning?

How much on each of our breakfast and dinner plates?

What is the weight, pounds per square inch, of the hugs I can take without breaking a thing within you?

I know you can’t tell, and I cannot either.

But that doesn’t mean never together is what will do.

If peace and prayer can bring us, trial and error, to fertile fields and flocks of a home even just in the works, i will go to sleep on the last tapping beat of my guardian angel’s foot, ride a chord toward Paradise or reincarnate with fewer vices.

Either way I’ll look for you and we will do all we can to recall the lessons of the life we adventured through before.

@6 months ago with 4 notes
#spilled ink #words #poetry #writing #love #prose #tommy #anderson #original 

Cussing about a new kind of covenant that doesn’t damn and degrade everyone under it.

Atheism’s awesome if you’re floating in the air, but for my busted disgusted world I must invent prayers, I know, and a God that’s going to let things go when people won’t.

Mercy be!

I don’t see it at all, just churches overflowing with the letters of the law.

If Jesus rode his donkey, in his robes and with his hair down the hollows and the roads of home, all the churches would be frightened, biting nails and getting new blood pressure, cholesterol-lessening, antidepressing pills, keeping pharmacies alive and him in his obscurity.

I will no more be me in this way, with a pounded heart and a cotton mouth snake way of relaying- Let these words heal me to a contract for a mind of no materialistic ease, only harmony.

Lay all my weapons and profoundness down, this day in age out.

Every page to be filled with thrilling, post brain-cell-killing phenomenology of a quality so fit and bare that everyone realizes there is no getting near to being that good at abiding by the mediocre mannerisms, meaningless methods, and maddening mandates of a flat, fictitious existence.

@6 months ago with 2 notes
#poem #poetry #spilled ink #Philosphy #society #original #writing 
@7 months ago with 1 note
#original #music #song #tommy #anderson #video #heaven #happy #toy #piano 

I love the smell of ink. I’ll flood the paper for this night reminiscent of Spring. I hope everyone is this confused.

@7 months ago

Really proud of this local young person who went through the same media program I did in Whitesburg, Ky called AMI (Appalachian Media Institute.) This movie shows his dedication to film making and I just wanted to share.

@7 months ago with 5 notes
#original #movie #film #ami #appalshop #youth #media #appalachian #institute #Whitesburg #Kentucky #2013 

Hope you enjoy one of my new, Original songs. everything on my bandcamp is free for streaming and download

<3 Tommy <3 

Human Being in Love by Tommy Anderson

@7 months ago with 1 note

"Those who lack the courage will always find a philosophy to justify it."

Albert Camus

(Source: nathanielstuart)

@7 months ago with 601 notes