Poetria

Dec 2017

Tyler Lockwood

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why do we rely
on mere sparks to fuel us
when the sun herself
is on her knees
begging to fill us

Poetria Dec 2017

Perhaps I do not want to be poet
but to be the poetry
you carve into yourself
to be the thought
right before you close your eyes
to be the smile
climbing up your cheeks
to be your sunrise,
sunset, stars and sky
to be your moonlight,
and reflect your Oceanic blue
I do not know who you are,
but I want to inspire flowers
from your mind,
and I want to be able
to call you mine.

but she wants to be

#poetry

Poetria Nov 2017

Cursed

divided,
undecided,
trying to hide it;
struggling.

indecisiveness is a curse in a world where you can either be one thing or the other

#confused

Poetria Nov 2017

Parallels

the composer, the symphony
the poet, the poetry
the artist, the masterpiece

the poet
is no poetry.
the artist
is no masterpiece.

the instrument,
until played,
carries no melody.

these conflicting qualities
could never meet.

~

I'm a poet, so I could never be the poem.

#aperspectiveonpoetry

Poetria Nov 2017

Phases of the moon

quiet, stolen brightness
oh, it doesn't belong to me
but this sky is your black ceiling,
I'm just trying to be seen
and I see you-
I see you-
I see you shying away, yes
every few days, there's less,
every month the same cycle,
over and over again
and you don't know
how much is too much
and you don't know
when you'll be enough
and you're stuck
cutting those pieces
and you struggle
to bring them back
back to largeness,
back to circular-
insecurity,
phases of the moon,

and the Sun does smirk
in the morning blue.

write this whole thing solely for the last two lines? does that make sense?

#moon

Poetria Oct 2017

Fear and loathing

Don't you exhale around me.
Don't give me that poisoned air
spilling back out of your trachea
like it's fresh and healthy,
don't.

Don't you pretend the pieces fit,
that the glass is still transparent
that this box you've built
never broke in the first place,
don't.

Don't give me your traditionalistic,
misogynistic, conservative values
and expect me to digest them
like my favourite kind of chips,
don't.

Don't you breathe in my space anymore. Don't you do that again.

I've been crying over you for over an hour. Fix this.

#baba