#ttpd prologue

[taylortruther]

"and so i was out of the oven into the microwave" pulls from the phrase "out of the frying pan into the fire," which describes jumping from one bad situation into a worse one (because you go from cooking in a pan to literally throwing it in the fire.) moving on from something that took its time (oven) straight into a situation that nuked it to get the same result, but faster, and worse.

[yiangchen]

he never even scratched the surface of me, none of them did -> no one's ever had me, not like you -> he is not what you have been waiting for, he is more

[iwanthermidnightz]

In Summation

At this hearing

I stand before my fellow members

of The Tortured Poets Department

With a summary of my findings

A debrief, a detailed rewinding

For the purpose of warning

For the sake of reminding

As you might all unfortunately recall

I had been struck with a case

of a restricted humanity

Which explains my plea here today

of temporary insanity

You see, the pendulum swings

Oh, the chaos it brings

Leads the caged beast to do the most curious things

Lovers spend years denying what's ill fated

Resentment rotting away

galaxies we created

Stars placed and glued

meticulously by hand next to the ceiling fan

Tried wishing on comets.

Tried dimming the shine.

Tried to orbit his planet.

Some stars never align.

And in one conversation,

I tore down the whole sky.

Spring sprung forth with

dazzling freedom hues

Then a crash from the skylight

bursting through

Something old,

someone hallowed,

who told me he could

be brand new

And so I was out of the oven

and into the microwave

Out of the slammer and into a tidal wave

How gallant to save the empress from her gilded tower

Swinging a sword he could barely lift

Bur loneliness struck at that fateful hour

Low hanging fruit on his wine stained lips

He never even scratched the surface of me.

None of them did.

“In summation, it was not a love affair!”

I screamed while bringing my fists

to my coffee ringed desk

It was a mutual manic phase.

It was self harm.

It was house and then cardiac arrest.

A smirk creeps onto this poet’s face

Because it's the worst men that I write best.

And so I enter into evidence

My tarnished coat of arms

My muses, acquired like bruises

My talismans and charms

The tick, tick, tick of love bombs

My veins of pitch black ink

All’s fair in love and poetry

Sincerely,

The Chairman of The Tortured Poets Department

[foxes-that-run]

A decade, years

The 1989 forward refers to a decade (80’s) and it was re-recorded a decade after it was written, at the same time as TTPD.

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus | Jesus Christ Happy New Year, Super Pretty | Satellite | TTPD Prologue | Original 1989 Forward

[gh0stly-girlfriend]

[towlerknows]

TTPD Summation

[zombiechantilly]

"In summation, it was not a love affair!"

I screamed while bringing my fists

to my coffee ringed desk

It was a mutual manic phase.

It was self harm.

It was house and then

cardiac arrest.

[taylortruther]

the hurricane with my name when it came, i got drunk and i dared it to wash me away 🤝 i chose this cyclone with you, and who's gonna hold you like me? 🤝 out of the slammer and into a tidal wave ... low-hanging fruit on his wine-stained lips 🤝 like i lost my twin