tyler-james-roberts
I was born in New Orleans / A place of fun no doubt, / I saw bright lights and broad people / All through the nights, / '97 was the year / To which my mother teared at my first sight, / And so I lived for many moons / Under New Orleans bright lights, / My story is to long / To tell in one night, / But if you know me / You'll know the pain of my life
My heart hurts...
Mind aches and body shakes,
I feel empty
The penalties of love show
I try my best and yet never enough
Tough was my heart but now feels nothing
But hurt.
I feel used,
Abused in the psyche
Though it not be physical
It feels painful to the point of consistency...
In our fights I learn to forget
But my love holds animosity and fails
To let me forget...
He holds his anger on me
Like a knife to my throat
Only to remind me that
I am no longer in my own control...
I am hurt....
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 6:36 PM UTC
Was a cold windy morning
December of 2018
The sky was grey wind fell with dead leaves.
Standing in the kitchen I watched
Saw my friend on her back porch.
Looking up at the sky the wind had whisked
Filled air with moisture the feeling was bliss.
She stood as the sky and wind blew
Blew air around her, and how her hair had flew
While watching I noticed her smoking a vape
How that vape cloud, clouded her face.
I could see her staring at that sky
As darkened blue and grey
Pelted around feeling awry
She was looking up
Stuck within deep thought.
As though she was sadly deepened
Or felt happy with a sent of weekend thought
Did she stare up within a deep thought?
What was she thinking?
Was it Past or the present?
Happy or sadness the feeling I guess....
Was indifferent.
She turned to see me staring out
Staring from the door
located directly behind her
Right from her back porch.
She asked what I was doing
As I stated "I saw that she was thinking"
She started cooking
Cooking for her and her girl on the couch
Stuffed green bell peppers with rice
The smell had smelled oh so nice.
Still looking at her aloof
From a supposed statement found a drupe
Now I stood around
Lost in my own thought
A deep thought that could only be found
And found it was not.
She was sitting there with her girl
The girl located beside her,
The girl on the couch.
And she smiled as she ate
Looking at her girl I could tell
That they had felt great!
As they finished eating; her girlfriend
Also my friend pine who had started smoking
Watching again from that back porch
That dark grey sky had turned so white
And As the snow fell, I felt a devilish delight.
Snow fell like marbles in the sky
Only deapend my thought and left me open
I could only look up to see the sky
To which the marbles dropped
And I could feel the smile
That she had felt; I guess I was feeling denial
It was a feeling of the season
Tis of joy with a Christmas feeling
Though it was cold I had felt warmth
Warmed by my deep thoughts
From the heart came the swarm
Of past and present
Seasons greeting and tis the seasons
For my friends and family
Deep thoughts were all but pleasing
Only I could tell from the distance
Of blood family and old friends
And for this I had felt greedy.
Still stuck within deep thought
The day would get better as sure as I thought
And it will because of the Christmas season
Yet for all of my dreaming
Did I feel beseeching from endless trots
And to **** the silence
From all of my deepest thoughts...
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 1:48 PM UTC
Take away the memories of the past
To bring happiness to the present
With that, the future holds great wonders
In our minds we see the better things
But with that must come feats.
So to all who read, keep this in mind.
And carry forward whatever's within your mind.
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 11:00 PM UTC
I am cold, the chilling winds.... the feeling ever so old
Told from the bottom of my heart, an endless story tears me apart
Like a sharp pointed tip from the end of a dart
Did stab through the pit of my cold black heart.
I'm alive on the out, but inside I'm dead throughout,
from the cold bitter wind continuing about
it numbs me to the point of a desperate feeling
wishing that I wasn't feeling so beaten.....
Now I wish I was Happy
Something once as told by my pappy
"Find your smile for something, you'll find that millionth mile"
and with that said there was no more denial.
Like a lonely pile adrift
Floating on the bluest seas, my conscious begins to drift
pushed by that cold chilling wind
discerned on an ocean discovered only in myth.
My broken body and mind freezes
Like a broken record that never stops rephrases
I'm alive by the cold biting wind
that never stops blowing
.....Or so it begins
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 10:58 PM UTC
The ticking the tockin
How the clock is never stopping
Stifled in a par time
My pumped up kicks are stomping
Looking around in a kolidascope
The emotion in the heart never fails
It only croaks
Time is of the essence
Pleasant yet indifferent
Different in what is and what isn't
Oh how the clock never stops
And time will never fail
Time only tocks
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 9:28 PM UTC
A single man once had said that all is best to be left to the end
His words so spoken yet so droll; coined to a broken man
his history untold
It was in a derelict of sporadic pain
that the man suffered with a great weakness: sporadic disdain
He shunned those he loved with unfeathered remorse
and leaving only scars of his past to rebound the corrected course
It was a dark and dreary night
that he decided to walk for a two second delight
his walks provide him with an old sense of comfort
but nevertheless he still had the sense of discomfort
he cradled a picture of his former family love
of two or three people that he once had shoved
into a gloomy distance of broken deceit
the man unfortunately decided he could never retrieve to his feet
crying into the night as dark as he was depressed
a subtle stroll was what it took to take it off his chest
Cheated from a life he once enjoyed
his former lover slept with another and with this...
he simply could not control
still he looks to that long lifeless still image
of the broken dreams that long ago had diminished
of the love that caressed ever so deep
the man simply couldn't make the pain discrete
so quietly he wept as he drank to his knees.
remembering the night he expressed to his former wife
of the tale of time that brought him devilish delight
of the woman who once slept next to him his life to what he adored
could never return to him and this let him in despair
of that cold midnight walk in his agony anguished tears..
Its a subtle stroll to remind him of the past
that all he endured was simply on blast
and in the sheer night he pulled out his old gun
put it to his head and ended his frivolous run
and in the moment his midnight stroll
told his story of the last subtle stroll
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 4:42 PM UTC
Walking all over the city streets
that silly buffoon cant stay on his feet
waving his arms like a silly man
drunk as sailor riding in a micro-bus minivan
Wearing his top hat and rugged white dress shirt
with black dress pants and a pair of loafers,
he pleases the ladies to which he flirts.
swinging his Cane in a circular motion
and singing loudly to a starlight commotion
he dances in the quarter with many a men
but the laddies join in only to commend
with the upbeat music so loud and obnoxious
the man lives in a limelight pulsus paradoxus
meaning that the man cant keep a beat
while hes skipping off merely into the street
with no one around to catch his fall
the man slowly pained by a party drain
to live in a limelight he cannot contain.
He falls asleep on the cold sidewalk city walk
to wake up to a new party in the incentive to a loud obnoxious talk
drunk witty and insane the man dressed like the rich
but in his own demise he was only but a frayed stitch
a showboat that the people could see right through
he was only a dreamer and lived in the limelight
to which he never outgrew.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 1:37 AM UTC
I cannot remember a time that was right
in my mind the memories oh so contrite
sited in a orthographic piece off the frontal lobe of my brain
my sadness and happiness turn to shame
I can safely say that in time
the songbirds bring serenity to the depths of the mind
quivering at the sounds of love and remorse
tonight I ride out on a black horse
croaked to a place rendered by hell
consumed only by the wrath of Satan's spell
the words to be known found near and far
can only become a back-draft from a gloomy spar
I'm but one man found all alone at night
deemed to his computer as he writes
with a cold smile found on his face
writing sad words to which he writes at his own pace
I'm a being battling a depression
found within the confounds of nothing but surreal suspension
can only repress nothing but the deepest confessions
of the past he once lived out in repression
The darkness repeats as time goes on
living his days out alone can only bring him so far
as his love is sleeping with another
he lies alone in a cold drunk stupor
In time which will bring another
into his life for a nice midnight slumber
but until the day that seems so far to come
he will right his poetry on the computer to which he loves...
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 1:06 AM UTC
On an Erie night high in the lands
there was an old homeless man who scoured for cans,
thrown out by the rich, sought out by the poor
for one mans trash could be another mans gold.
Food brought out by the wicked as they crept out of bed
only to throw their food down on the streets of Balarstead
where the old man once a young boy had grew
as his society failed to teach him while he was still new
Needless to say while he lie on the streets
waiting for townsfolk to throw food at his feet
enraged by jealousy he knocks and crys out on one mans door
whom he said he wouldnt be willing to help out the poor.
Crying on a stepstone that cold winter night
the old man waited for time to creep out of sight,
another night he'd grow hungry again
until the first mans neighbor took out his trash again.
The olden man went to reclaim his feast
as one mans trash became his golden ticket, the only one he could reach
It seemed that the old man was in a town he once called home
now to find the one mans trash is what he wants the most.
He fights to survive every night
as the snowy mountain town blinds his sight
he builds a fire made of one mans trash
so that he may wake up to make a new day last.
One day the man grew tired of eating all the townspeople's trash
because in the end the satisfying putrid taste would never last
so in the middle of the cold snowy night he fled
and he escaped the town of ol' Balarstead
He wanted more to feed his desires
so once again one mans trash conspires
and in the concrete jungle the old man could feel more at pace
as there was food strung all throughout the place.
As usual the man had always sifted through townspeople's garbage
in hopes to find something quite scrumptious
but on this night the man had found something new
something only in his dreams did he ever knew
on this cold winter night as the townspeople lay in bed
he sifted through the trash cans of Calimastev
where when he opened the trash bags near the rich local homes
to find many finely cut diamonds made from that perfect stone
it seemed that the old man had finally struck a massive treasure
so in the back of his mind he will always remember
that in one mans trash may be another mans treasure.
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 3:41 AM UTC
Is it a curse?
Or is it for the worst?
Bursting out of the seams
of which the demons derive from me.....
Thee of which I cannot name
forever shames me that I have pained
plain as day, did I pray
for all of my demons to simply go away....
gluttony and guilt filled my chalice
pilfering me to take the golden malice
and though my parlous led me to life
my demons stick true to my fiendish delight
Might you say I was one in the few
who overthrew a king
yet still, I was out-ruled
How cruel of me, Im sorry to say
did my actions beseech thine overlay
Ah of course, mellow I was as I rode your stolen horse
into the fight of a thousand years war
did you hollow out a mighty boor
more cannon fodder to cover your floor
but of course you shielded your eyes
from the ****** fires lit through the night sky
because of your wrath that you have placed
your demons shall follow all throughout your place.
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 1:39 AM UTC