TyMann - Hello Poetry

Moon writer Moon rider Window; windows 26 windows 26 widows Blind Bold Boiled Wandering in wonder Wondering in wander West East 26 days Wiser Wizarding whistles Melting hums Sweltering breaths Blustering bustling Bridging Hand in hand Hand over hand The 25th letter is 'Y'

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Dec 31, 2017

Dec 31, 2017 at 12:50 PM UTC

TyMann

Moon rider windows

Moon writer Moon rider Window; windows 26 windows 26 widows Blind Bold Boiled Wandering in wonder Wondering in wander West East 26 days Wiser Wizarding whistles Melting hums Sweltering breaths Blustering bustling Bridging Hand in hand Hand over hand The 25th letter is 'Y'

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Fever drives burning rubber and sweating coolant. I never thought this would be me; Living like a willow weeping stalagmite that drips in a cave, gutted of its most precious treasures. Volcanic emissions eat their way up my esophagus, acid refluxing, reflecting the queasiness vigorously sloshing in my abdomen. A motel's vacancy sign glows behind the round masses that sit within the bony sockets of my skull. Void of thought and reason, the cavernous hole that appears to swallow, swallowing my words, swallowing my tongue, swallowing my teeth one by one; Chiclets, sliding down into molten rock. Crumbling pieces of hope plunge, deteriorating, integrating with the earth, six feet down, bodies buried in boxes, confining cells of solitary. Laid out like a game of memory, time passes, and no one remembers who lays where.

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Sep 11, 2017

Sep 11, 2017 at 9:05 PM UTC

TyMann

Void

Fever drives burning rubber and sweating coolant. I never thought this would be me; Living like a willow weeping stalagmite that drips in a cave, gutted of its most precious treasures. Volcanic emissions eat their way up my esophagus, acid refluxing, reflecting the queasiness vigorously sloshing in my abdomen. A motel's vacancy sign glows behind the round masses that sit within the bony sockets of my skull. Void of thought and reason, the cavernous hole that appears to swallow, swallowing my words, swallowing my tongue, swallowing my teeth one by one; Chiclets, sliding down into molten rock. Crumbling pieces of hope plunge, deteriorating, integrating with the earth, six feet down, bodies buried in boxes, confining cells of solitary. Laid out like a game of memory, time passes, and no one remembers who lays where.

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Every day I remind myself that I'm allowed to exist.

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Sep 8, 2017

Sep 8, 2017 at 9:16 PM UTC

TyMann

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Every day I remind myself that I'm allowed to exist.

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And I am not ungrateful But what lingers Quakes A stutter deep in the core A shake emanating Under the sternum A question quavers It starts slow and easy A low hum in the caverns Maybe just a light echoing drop It's meandering But building, forming, structuring Rumbling Rearing Blistering A culminating crescendo, Cresting, climaxing. Bursting from the depths Punch. Puncture. Punctuate. Three letters no vowels. —Why?

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Sep 7, 2017

Sep 7, 2017 at 8:24 AM UTC

TyMann

Seeking questions;

And I am not ungrateful But what lingers Quakes A stutter deep in the core A shake emanating Under the sternum A question quavers It starts slow and easy A low hum in the caverns Maybe just a light echoing drop It's meandering But building, forming, structuring Rumbling Rearing Blistering A culminating crescendo, Cresting, climaxing. Bursting from the depths Punch. Puncture. Punctuate. Three letters no vowels. —Why?

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Concave in the early morning sun streaking rays over empty hearts empty stomachs empty bones and I listen lawn mower mumbles motor groans faint siren yelps what is fullness a dog stretching long yawn withering breaks and aches brown sheets black dog purple walls years have been spent learning how to suffer gracefully with cliched humor bleeding sarcasm and a mouth full of synthetic words and we all suffer distressed I see anger bandaging wounds sadness assessing damages grief losing hope helplessly watching ignore me it's easy. young hearts are reckless a car crash broken glass glittering and stunning can’t help but reach out and touch it still startled when it cuts blood bubbles to the surface like hot springs please unsubscribe unfollow hollow how low late nights patterned sleeplessness hot air cold thoughts sweat glistening Sleeplessness train sounds off quick secessions and the breathing is off Rhythm I am a word that has no vowels but a 'Y' is what it needs to be when it needs to be it. Stutter.

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Aug 6, 2017

Aug 6, 2017 at 2:45 AM UTC

TyMann

Utter

Concave in the early morning sun streaking rays over empty hearts empty stomachs empty bones and I listen lawn mower mumbles motor groans faint siren yelps what is fullness a dog stretching long yawn withering breaks and aches brown sheets black dog purple walls years have been spent learning how to suffer gracefully with cliched humor bleeding sarcasm and a mouth full of synthetic words and we all suffer distressed I see anger bandaging wounds sadness assessing damages grief losing hope helplessly watching ignore me it's easy. young hearts are reckless a car crash broken glass glittering and stunning can’t help but reach out and touch it still startled when it cuts blood bubbles to the surface like hot springs please unsubscribe unfollow hollow how low late nights patterned sleeplessness hot air cold thoughts sweat glistening Sleeplessness train sounds off quick secessions and the breathing is off Rhythm I am a word that has no vowels but a 'Y' is what it needs to be when it needs to be it. Stutter.

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I want less hollow nights And a loneliness that dissipates I want the moon to shine from my chest A glow that pulses with the rhythm of my heartbeat and accentuates the craters from every asteroid that's hit the surface. I want stars in my eyes when I look at you. I want love in my moon heart when I hug you ... hold you. I want time to be blissful and inaccurate. A mess of seconds, minutes and hours sped up and slowed down no longer indicating or defining any one experience. And in the mess, I want to ponder that loss of structure with you. I want to feel whole and complete In my brain and body I want hope and unconditional respect for my genderless siblings and their conflicts. I want patience for my own weaknesses And forgiveness for my failures. I want the strength to wake up The courage to feed myself And the confidence to keep moving Living. Reliving, reflecting Prospecting, believing Time ticks forward and backward, up and down. I want calmness and leniency for my emotional process Gentle touch from my friends and lovers I want healing and self-love. I want to sleep next to you To learn to trust To feel To connect frayed threads from split ends of past wounds Reconnecting emotions that only spark and never light A gas stove that poisons the air awaiting ignition. I've spent my spoons on people who have only learned to take. I want to never forget how to give Even to those who don't deserve it. I want to forgive those who have hurt me and rejected me. And I want to forgive myself for those I have hurt and rejected. I want to find closure for pain that numbly aches in my cratered moon heart. I want to make plans for the future With hope in my mouth As words tumble out I want to see the sun rise and set in all its cliched glory. I want to feel satisfied by simplicity And welcome difficulty with determination emanating from my pores. I want to be humbled by all the things I will never know and accepting of never knowing. I want to sit with my sadness and console it with thoughtful kindness. I want to find the energy to walk through the fires of depression with strength and understanding. I want to believe in my worth and that I am worthy. I am worthy. I want to surround myself with those who make me feel wanted and cared for. Loved and understood. I want to help others feel their worth and have patience with their process of understanding their own worth. I want to be present for those I love. And make sacrifices to maintain my own self-care. I want to look at my craters Truly see them Even the deepest darkest ones Accepting and acknowledging their presence and recognizing the change they have created in me, positively or negatively. I want to breathe life into the air And stay alive for another thirty years and another thirty after that. I want to see the value in my life. I want to live openly and thoughtfully. Holding myself as well as others Softly guiding ones who are lost through their sorrows And accepting that some do not desire guidance nor are they in place to accept it. I want to permeate positivity. And not underestimate negativity. I want to accept the light of the sun Shining bright on my full moon heart Bearing witness to all that there is and appreciating the wonder and beauty of the universe in all its vastness.

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Jul 21, 2017

Jul 21, 2017 at 6:36 PM UTC

TyMann

Moon heart

I want less hollow nights And a loneliness that dissipates I want the moon to shine from my chest A glow that pulses with the rhythm of my heartbeat and accentuates the craters from every asteroid that's hit the surface. I want stars in my eyes when I look at you. I want love in my moon heart when I hug you ... hold you. I want time to be blissful and inaccurate. A mess of seconds, minutes and hours sped up and slowed down no longer indicating or defining any one experience. And in the mess, I want to ponder that loss of structure with you. I want to feel whole and complete In my brain and body I want hope and unconditional respect for my genderless siblings and their conflicts. I want patience for my own weaknesses And forgiveness for my failures. I want the strength to wake up The courage to feed myself And the confidence to keep moving Living. Reliving, reflecting Prospecting, believing Time ticks forward and backward, up and down. I want calmness and leniency for my emotional process Gentle touch from my friends and lovers I want healing and self-love. I want to sleep next to you To learn to trust To feel To connect frayed threads from split ends of past wounds Reconnecting emotions that only spark and never light A gas stove that poisons the air awaiting ignition. I've spent my spoons on people who have only learned to take. I want to never forget how to give Even to those who don't deserve it. I want to forgive those who have hurt me and rejected me. And I want to forgive myself for those I have hurt and rejected. I want to find closure for pain that numbly aches in my cratered moon heart. I want to make plans for the future With hope in my mouth As words tumble out I want to see the sun rise and set in all its cliched glory. I want to feel satisfied by simplicity And welcome difficulty with determination emanating from my pores. I want to be humbled by all the things I will never know and accepting of never knowing. I want to sit with my sadness and console it with thoughtful kindness. I want to find the energy to walk through the fires of depression with strength and understanding. I want to believe in my worth and that I am worthy. I am worthy. I want to surround myself with those who make me feel wanted and cared for. Loved and understood. I want to help others feel their worth and have patience with their process of understanding their own worth. I want to be present for those I love. And make sacrifices to maintain my own self-care. I want to look at my craters Truly see them Even the deepest darkest ones Accepting and acknowledging their presence and recognizing the change they have created in me, positively or negatively. I want to breathe life into the air And stay alive for another thirty years and another thirty after that. I want to see the value in my life. I want to live openly and thoughtfully. Holding myself as well as others Softly guiding ones who are lost through their sorrows And accepting that some do not desire guidance nor are they in place to accept it. I want to permeate positivity. And not underestimate negativity. I want to accept the light of the sun Shining bright on my full moon heart Bearing witness to all that there is and appreciating the wonder and beauty of the universe in all its vastness.

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At what speed would you have to travel to follow the sunset around the earth? Watching an atmospheric color blaze wrapping its warm blanket arms around the globe infinitely A spectrum of all the days endings Pending Spending How long would you, could you follow it? A day A few days A few weeks A decade? In the empty silent moments Would you think of who to spend it with That epic looping vibration of color Dead-ending. What would you give up to follow the sunset around the earth? Who would you follow?

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Jul 10, 2017

Jul 10, 2017 at 12:28 PM UTC

TyMann

At what speed would you have to travel to follow the sunset around the earth?

At what speed would you have to travel to follow the sunset around the earth? Watching an atmospheric color blaze wrapping its warm blanket arms around the globe infinitely A spectrum of all the days endings Pending Spending How long would you, could you follow it? A day A few days A few weeks A decade? In the empty silent moments Would you think of who to spend it with That epic looping vibration of color Dead-ending. What would you give up to follow the sunset around the earth? Who would you follow?

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Do you ever die in your dreams? I’ve been ******* up bad Lately every move, every word All running away Gazelles sprinting I look like a panther But I’m a house cat Lazily wandering I find myself spinning wheels Pin wheels in dreams only to find Faults Falter. Do you ever die in dreams? Repetitively Choose your own adventure the end is always the same.

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Jul 9, 2017

Jul 9, 2017 at 5:08 PM UTC

TyMann

Pins and needles.

Do you ever die in your dreams? I’ve been ******* up bad Lately every move, every word All running away Gazelles sprinting I look like a panther But I’m a house cat Lazily wandering I find myself spinning wheels Pin wheels in dreams only to find Faults Falter. Do you ever die in dreams? Repetitively Choose your own adventure the end is always the same.

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Boredom Spoonfuls Spoon fools. Night lights and empty sights Street smells of green rains Waning Wallowing in apathy Long stretches of long faces Dark bars and long halls Long hauls. Casual interest. Mismatched people all looking past each other. I see it in the eyes In the short movements Light gestures Softly saying I need something, anything I guess you'll do. It's close enough. In the mornings the edges don't quite line up. A wandering mind is a mind seeking Searching Desperate Disparate Looking seeing Disconnected connection Bored choices. A feigned interest. Falling back in discontent Good enough. But never enough. Aimless Depths of fears Unresolved tears Listless pursuits. Wait. Searching for meaning, intention, inspiration, fulfillment, satisfaction, purpose A moment of bliss -- A lasting impact. Impacting Impacted Craters in the jaw. Extra Teeth spilling out Vexed On a moonlit road Standing, head tilted back Searching.

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Jun 26, 2017

Jun 26, 2017 at 1:36 AM UTC

TyMann

Longing

Boredom Spoonfuls Spoon fools. Night lights and empty sights Street smells of green rains Waning Wallowing in apathy Long stretches of long faces Dark bars and long halls Long hauls. Casual interest. Mismatched people all looking past each other. I see it in the eyes In the short movements Light gestures Softly saying I need something, anything I guess you'll do. It's close enough. In the mornings the edges don't quite line up. A wandering mind is a mind seeking Searching Desperate Disparate Looking seeing Disconnected connection Bored choices. A feigned interest. Falling back in discontent Good enough. But never enough. Aimless Depths of fears Unresolved tears Listless pursuits. Wait. Searching for meaning, intention, inspiration, fulfillment, satisfaction, purpose A moment of bliss -- A lasting impact. Impacting Impacted Craters in the jaw. Extra Teeth spilling out Vexed On a moonlit road Standing, head tilted back Searching.

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Walk home in the dark jam your hands in the pockets of the coat your brother gave you. Duck your head as the car drives past. Walk faster as the cold freezes your nose hair. Slip your key into the lock. Deeply breathe as she shouts. Pet the dog he loves you. Open the fridge find a beer. Hand her one. Breathe. Sigh. Calmly answer the machine gun questions each one a bullet waiting to penetrate. Drink another beer. Tell her you love her. Breathe. Pet the dog. Make yourself apologize. Pour yourself some cereal. Check the clock 1:42 am. Tell her your tired, there are no right answers. She won't let it go. She needs the control. Breathe, finish your cereal. Tell her you're going to bed. The mattress was your ex's. Wash your face, wash the pain out of your eyes. You asked for this. Hug her when she comes to you. Call the dog to bed. You're tired. There is no winner.

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Jun 21, 2017

Jun 21, 2017 at 12:43 AM UTC

TyMann

Pockets

Walk home in the dark jam your hands in the pockets of the coat your brother gave you. Duck your head as the car drives past. Walk faster as the cold freezes your nose hair. Slip your key into the lock. Deeply breathe as she shouts. Pet the dog he loves you. Open the fridge find a beer. Hand her one. Breathe. Sigh. Calmly answer the machine gun questions each one a bullet waiting to penetrate. Drink another beer. Tell her you love her. Breathe. Pet the dog. Make yourself apologize. Pour yourself some cereal. Check the clock 1:42 am. Tell her your tired, there are no right answers. She won't let it go. She needs the control. Breathe, finish your cereal. Tell her you're going to bed. The mattress was your ex's. Wash your face, wash the pain out of your eyes. You asked for this. Hug her when she comes to you. Call the dog to bed. You're tired. There is no winner.

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