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Tylor Jan 2019
I threw my arms in the air, and here I caught the wind
For a moment the world stood still in my palms
Who would have known
The illusion would have been gone so soon
My conclusion; a delusion had been splattered on my canvas
Still I applaud my artwork
With conscience to question my art’s worth
I threw my arms in the air and grasp onto a butterfly
One that seemingly told no lie
I held on tightly, not wanting it to escape
And not before long I hurt myself
Ignoring circumstance and weakening my health
Had I only known to accept my fear
Afraid of losing something
That all along wasn’t there
Tylor Jan 2019
Let it burn
Set yourself aflame, put pride in your shirt pocket
And fall hard
**** the world
**** the repercussions
**** your feelings
Find what you love
Or
Who you love
And let that **** hurt
Cry, be depressed, soak yourself in sorrow
Drown in a bottle
But don't die though
Feel how it's feels to be alive
Why behave like baby
Tomorrow isn't far away
How would you know what's meant to be
If you don't take the chances meant to be taken
The heart was meant to be broken
Tylor Jan 2019
I lay her down in a bed of gardenia petals
Her face pale white as though she'd seen a ghost
Yet, as pretty as can be
She's away , asleep, dreaming of times that may never be
This moment we share, each tear, may tear us further apart
Her heart is pure gold, wars rage rampant, on and on, in effort to achieve
On bent knees, broken bones, and with a woeful soul, I emerge victor
This achievement now; a tragedy, heart; broken , mind; twisted, regets towards the day when meeting her effervescent

She's now torn me to bit
The spiralling black streams of water in which she called hair, leaves a nostalgia
The memories tend to sting at times
With gloomy eyes she'd stare in mine
Over feasting tables where we'd both dine
This time she won't even bat an eye at me
The deafening silence between us, stirs up my misery
Of all the times we parted ways this may be they deepest I've fell into my agony
Turn back time or **** me later
A plea to have her once again
And in the end
Unanswered prayers as I fall behind my skeletons, "so long my friend"
I let go for once, I dare to look back
Then swallow the fact that I won't see my dead lover again
Tylor Jan 2019
Mistakes and wrong decisions are apart of life
“I should have listened”
“I could have done it differently”
“I would have done better”
Instead I did what I wanted
The mind moves on undaunted
All the right moves in all the wrong places
And a great deal of failure was tasted
Yet no effort was deemed wasted
“I could have been better off”
“she would have still been mine”
“I should have known better”
“if I had only known”
The phrases that are shortly kept upon my lips
Are shaken off quickly, as though they sat upon my hips
For I …
For I …
For I …
For I regret nothing
Tylor Feb 2018
O beauty be my dearest queen
Whose scented of pine and skin be clean
Thou corrode my mind caused ye be so fine
For you derail my train of thought and lead me out of line
To grant me one wish, will she be so kind

I gazed upon the thy moonlight
And wonder if ye may be so bright
To peek behind thou protection and behold that sight
One to great, further enhancing my delight
How does one kindly ask for this favour?

O beauty be my dearest queen
Is thou garden filled with grass or mowed all too clean?
Or is it stocked at front and too difficult for one to ignore?
Or filled with junk packed at the back door?
Hence shaking my closet sized head, leading me to flaw my jaw

O beauty be my dearest queen
This one little wish to fulfil my dream
O beauty be my dearest queen
Don’t deem me as being rude
But may thou please send me a couple of nudes
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Fact of Fiction
She seems happy
Nothing seems to rouse her
A rock battled by many omnipotent waves
One the absence of my presence didn’t faze
I do miss the sea in which I swam with her
I dove head first, though, she tried to deter

T and T
Us both Trini
Spanish melded with a bit Hindi
And the concoction, not meant for me
See, to be or not be
Nothing like this usually comes free
Leaves always fall eventually  
Don’t matter the reign of tree
T?
Was this sip of tea, reali-tea?
Or a lie told by me to me?
The departure was all too easy
Though I was 0.5% serious, see?
The exit invitation was taken all too easily
Now I see your smile, and the jokes on me.
Tylor Jan 2020
The art is not for everyone
The art is quiet
The art is silent
It's an embryo
Waiting for you to find it
To birth it
To rare a child of man
So exquisite
So pure, so brilliant, so unique
So devine
The art is a drug
Tempting you to fein for it
To die for it
To leave behind friends or family
Or a lover or an enemy
Respect the art when it bares fruit
Care for it
Nurture it
When the art is farmed you'll
Reside within your true divinity
You could match your destiny
Keep in mind the Dream killers,
The witch hunters,
Those who try to critic,
Talk down on
****** , stifle , rob or **** the art
It's in their own selfish nature
But you and I
Who have seen and understand art
Will observe and love the art for what it is
Here it be;
The concoction of melodies; Beethoven
The high notes, dance moves; Jackson
The dressing of a canvas; Van Gogh
The raw and uncut poetry; Bukowski
The eloquence , and wisdom; Socrates
Cooking of a meal  
Or a well executed crime
The art is just the art
Even if you're not capable of finding yours
Seek it
Yearn for it
But most importantly know the art
Teach thyself to observe
With open minds and silent tongues
It's right there in front of us
Tylor Jan 2019
86400 strokes
Day by day I slip away
Killing chances to say what should be said today
Do you love her?
Do you love him?
Do you appreciate the company of matrimony or family?
Cherish each moment happily
Enjoy this present given to you from me
Don’t spend it all on the lust of composing money
For I am valuable

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