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Tyler_The_Cactus
Tyler_The_Cactus
15/Forever in the Unknown "There is a cry behind ever smile and a story behind every hello" ~T A.M
I'll take my own experience, Wrap it up and tie it in a bow. I'll take all the things I've felt, Make it poetic and put it in a show. I will build walls around my heart, Then talk about how roses bloom in the cracks. And I'll tell them how you kisses me where you punched, But never tell them I punched back. I will write monologues about the sky And how it reminds me of your hair Or perhaps a sonnet About how I never really cared. I'll take my abandonment issues and sob stories Into the palm of my hand Then crush it into stardust And try to be the sea glass in a beach full of sand But no matter how many Metaphores or analogies I create I can make words beautiful But never my feelings fake. We are poets stuck in a cycle, Blooming blossoms that never change. We are artists making art Out of the beauty of pain.
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Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 12:41 PM UTC
Why (are) all the poets depressed
She walks by, Holding her breath Everything crashes in, Longing for escape. Later it gets by the minute, Only then might she stop, Forever she has been walking, And only now she feels tear drops. Greater her pain is than before, In her heart it’s swells like a storm, Running towards the edge, Leaping off, she is no more.
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May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC
Shell of a Girl
The girl with a sense for justice Along with two red eyes She looks to you as the leader But you cannot guide her The girl with clear, teal eyes Sisters, you are Until revenge takes it's toll Now you're the scourge The girl with twisted feelings You take her hate and corrupt it So she can see again But only see black The girl with a wicked smile You help build a legacy And friendship, even more Blows to dust The girl who can control not her feelings But the mind she sees And then tears roll out Onto her necklace of pyrope
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Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC
pyrope
You sat outside, Cigarette in hand, And told me the stories of life. You told me the things, No one dared to tell, And blow that smoke into the air. You cigarette ***** You showed me that beautiful Was the scars on skin, And the dope in veins. You took the shine in my eyes, And sold it for your dose. Talk to me three months ago And I would of said how much I hated Cigarette Smoke. But nights get lonely, And tears will fall, And I still stand alone. I put people through **** They threw me away, And when I asked for help it was a nope. Now in the night sky, I still see your eyes And find comfort in cigarette smoke.
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Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 12:42 AM UTC
The nights only get lonelier
Don't fall in love with my style, Or the way I wear my hair. Don't fall in love with my scars, Or the makeup I might wear. Don't fall in love with my skin, Or my lack of self care. Fall in love with my voice, When I'm in awe or fright. Fall in love with the poetry, I choose to read and write. Fall in love with my eyes, Even if they dim and fade. And save me from my demons, And the heart they roughly played. Just fall in love with me, And the way I live. This is all I can be, And it is all I will give.
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Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 5:49 PM UTC
I rarely fall for someone, but when I do it is hard and fast.
I used to tell people how much I wanted to be someone new, And tear off my skin Through and through, But it was only after I started to bleed Did people see my truth.
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Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 5:36 PM UTC
This isn't beautiful or poetic in anyway.
it's not like i want to love you anymore but not loving you is a war with my memories of you at the front of the field. and you can only fight in a war for so long
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 4:19 PM UTC
Falling asleep to the thought of you is worse than not being able to sleep at all
The best feeling in the world Is reading A poem That speaks to your soul. That drags out the most unknown parts of your being, And settles them In your heart And puts that sparkle In your eyes. And yet, It will leave you unsettled. As you hang there, With all these feelings That you could never put a name to.
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 1:19 AM UTC
Is there ever a good title for these things?
There is a small town On the side of the road Where the stars are holograms And the people glow Come and stay Have a piece of pie And just ignore the strings Attached to the people from the sky Come to a town Where Aliens walk free There always room For you three. Just don't look behind you And shut the door Put on your tinfoil hat And ignore the screams galore There is a small town On the side of the road Just outside of the governments reach Where you realize you aren't alone.
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Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 9:31 PM UTC
Come and say hello to us all, we love company. The aliens are nice and all but they don't talk much.
We sway and turn Letting tears fall To the floor of ever-lasting love. For you may say, Not today But you feel anyway. Lyrics crowd your head, As there colors spill out of your mind, Dripping out of your pores and soaking into your spine. It's is such a lonely world You think As you watch your breath swirl in the cold air It is all to much You think As you stand on this stage playing with your hair. Sometimes it is to much To face the people you love, and sometimes it is to much To face the people you have outgrown. But this is a school dance, And while your touch may send shocks in my heart I will never break my walls And give into the sick game. So let's up just sway and turn
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Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 3:59 AM UTC
Another teenager on another night just trying to get through another school dance