Tenement

A small space to portray, express, and repurpose.

Thomas Amburn

living in New York
surgery resident at NYU
writings are prose/poetry

  • There ain’t no love on this planet, or there’s too much

    It disturbs me – loveIt disturbs me how much I want love but how unattainable it seems to be. It disturbs me how I often think that no one truly loves each other, just accepting the best next thing, an epidemic of settling. It disturbs me that this isn’t love, just the perception of it,…

  • In time

    In 1 weeks time there will be flowers raining from the sky, and the flowers will be braided into your hair, they will give you a gift of sight, into the future yours eyes will take you, to see the beauteous nature of how things are and can be. In 2 weeks time there will…

  • It’s a pretty life

    It’s a pretty life, that’s why I decided to not have you in it. The rain on my parade, my washed out stick and poke, and memory that deceived me for pleasure. There was not enough time in the day for me to exist in your life, so now I have no time in the…

  • A thunderstorm rolled in one night

    I think to myself, I could love you. I analyze the streetlight on my wall, it centers me, brings me back down to earth to you. Your face is my favorite thing about you, the way you smile softly, the way your eyes don’t lie to me, the way I hold your head. The phone…

  • Until the feelings collapse

    Perhaps I don’t know But I’ll love youMaybe I love youUntil the feelings collapseUntil the ceilings collapseUntil we meet again as peopleUntil we expect nothing more of each other But each other and that’s everything Just messed up and hornyHoping for the best in the worst places Tossing the standards in the river Pulling the…

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