TM DiSarro

SCARS written by TM DiSarro at


SCARS written by: TM DiSarro   Stripped of all the armaments that make us who we are, left with only flesh and bone and many secret scars, empty as a cr...
COLOR written by TM DiSarro at


COLOR written by: TM DiSarro @tmdisarro   In dreams I held your photograph Somewhere in the dark of night Your tender image torn in half A trick of ...
FEATHERS written by TM DiSarro at


FEATHERS written by: TM DiSarro @tmdisarro   Flying by my window Crying as you pass Could it be your laughing It’s anybody’s guess More than likely...
YOU written by TM DiSarro at


YOU written by: TM DiSarro @tmdisarro   She looks like an angel Walking on air And carries herself like a queen Loves me with all Of her heart and ...
MEMORY written by TM DiSarro at


MEMORY written by: TM DiSarro @tmdisarro   I was thinking of a song The tender melody of your voice It was dancing in my mind Not the matter of a ...
MAYBE written by TM DiSarro at


MAYBE written by: TM DiSarro @tmdisarro   Maybe you will Be a Leader Make the Cuts or Be a Bleeder Or a Shark with Killer instinct Maybe be a Bottom...
DUST written by TM DiSarro at


DUST written by: TM DiSarro @tmdisarro   The gun is on the table A pen is in my hand Scrawling grave details Time is measured out in sand As dust w...
OFTEN written by TM DiSarro at


OFTEN written by: TM DiSarro @tmdisarro I talk to him often Once a week at least Sunday mornings In a field of misfortune Where people gather To say far...
TM DiSarro

TM DiSarro

I do not consider myself a writer but I love to write. Neither a poet but I love poetry. I steal bits and pieces of time to scratch out ideas on note books, laptops and cell phones. I live and work in Florida fabricating custom canvas and other fabric products and sometimes costumes. TM