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  Jan 2018 Tyler
Gaby Comprés
tu nombre
i've whispered it into the night
a million times
i've tasted it in mi boca
like honey, slow and sweet
tu nombre
lo sabe la luna
i've sung it to the stars
to my heart
like a lullaby to calm the sea dentro de mí
tu nombre
lo llevo tatuado en los labios
en cada espacio
tu nombre
i've said it like a prayer
lo he llorado
se lo he cantado al alma
hoping it finds peace
tu nombre
is in todas las cosas
está en everything
en el verano
and its rain
in spring y las flores.
tu nombre
todo. everything.
Tyler Jan 2018
I just want a friend
To laugh with in the night
To call when I'm worried
Just someone to
t a l k
t o
But maybe that's to much to ask.
Maybe just a simple person,
Who I can talk to
Is to little of a request
But to much of a wish
Tyler Jan 2018
Maybe parents
Never accuse
Never hate
Never ignores
Little kids
Because when
We are older
We are already
Who we are
But little kids
Can still grow
And parents
Can still think
That they will
Become
What never became
Of us
I don't really know. As someone who as been given high expectations just because I'm older and then having to let them all down it can get hard. But what part of life isn't, right?
  Jan 2018 Tyler
a smol bean
if I’m too shy to tell you
my feelings,
you’ll know.
I’ll hide behind my thousands of masks
quietly laughing and telling you jokes
because I’m afraid
that if I tell you one small thing
my masks will fall off
and one thing will lead to everything.
I may be unexpressed but I have a lot of things
to think about.    
                    ~n.r.
another little poem hope you people like!
  Jan 2018 Tyler
raven yamamoto
the taste of nicotine, infecting the young
the deep breath in, corroding my lungs
the squelch of a flame beneath my boot
the extinguished warmth between me and you.

inhale quick, forget as i try
leaving room for sickness to grow

blaming the numbness on the high
i still feel nothing when i'm low.
Tyler Jan 2018
If silence
Cannot cry
At pictures
Of
It's ex
That you are not
Supposed to have feeling for
Anymore
And
Doesn't have to worry
About
The world around them
Being
Fake
And
Rubber
And how much
You aren't
Supposed to care
About
Anything
This poem was inspired by the poems a girl writes in the book I Crawl Through It
  Jan 2018 Tyler
empty seas
sometimes
i want to
s c r a t c h  m y  s k i n  o f f
peel it off my body
in a desperate attempt
to set free the
self-hatred and anxiety

sometimes
i want to
t a k e  a  k n i f e  t o  m y  f a t
carving it away
shaping my body
into something
that won't disgust me

sometimes
i want to
s t a r t  o v e r
take an unforgiving blade
to the girl i used to be
run away until my lungs burst
and i'm finally set free
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