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Tyler Grace Jan 2018
white lies and white lines

you said you’d come home later tonight

the sun came out and i haven’t seen you around

where did you go my darling?

have you forgotten what we had?

looking for cheap thrills, taking tiny little pills

you came in drunk and snarling
part i. old routine
Tyler Grace Dec 2017
I sing the body electric.
I'm dazzled by the promise of a greater tomorrow. I'm dizzied by the awareness of my own consciousness.
My body is merely a container for the soul that begs to be removed from its restrictions, for it is imprisoned within fragile bones and tender flesh.
It sings the body electric.
A melody that resembles a plea before slowly releasing a sigh in defeat against its enclosure.
It yearns from something better than what is offered in such a short span of time.
Life is short, they claim but life is indeed long.
Long and harsh, the road ahead.
We travel forward singing the body electric.
ramblings after listening to l4l
  Dec 2017 Tyler Grace
Mike Essig
god made stars
for starving poets

when they look up
they forget
how hungry they are

    ~mce
Tyler Grace Nov 2017
Solitude was a drug I injected straight into my veins, sending every bit of isolation towards my heart with great anticipation. Like any other substance,  I ignored the deterioration it casted upon my being for the sake of reassuring myself I was okay.

Loneliness was dizzying, electrifying every nerve ending as I soon began to become aware of myself and what little I surrounded myself with. We come into this world alone ----- and alone we die.

With the mantra amplified, why bother?
Tyler Grace Nov 2017
a child yearning for their parent’s touch, flinching at the grasp of anyone else’s

never introduced to kindness nor stability --- a child will seek comfort in forms outside human possibility

the bottom of a bottle, the inscription on a pill, the smoke of a substance

people never wanted a child and the child does not need people
personal
Tyler Grace Nov 2017
the moon does not weep for the fallen stars

instead she glistens in memory of a time they too shined as bright as she

she does not allow their dullness to dim such glow

do not permit others to do this as to you
Tyler Grace Nov 2017
tired eyes. sore limbs. worried head. bitten lips. broken nails. aching heart.
ramblings
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