#ty
and you head **** into a poem, built like a barrier,
in the mid of morning’s pre dawn night,
when supreme silence magnifies
every isolated and isolatable
all the lonely individual
lip smacked wordy
utterances of a
a specific isotopic
a-glowing, almost luminous, poem,
a pockmarking world of human words,
all springing, illuminating
within the midst of 20K of a cohort
of mostly sleeping souls in a single neighborhood,
assembled of, upon, in/on a singular Manhattan city block,
and you scream out HOT ****
in your silence and silencing main brain,
for you’re stopped, blockaded, and much to your
own surprise, these words, you !wrote, self declaring
themselves finale finished
done
and you place your
ten fingered writing utensil
on your rising & falling chest
mouthing only
Amen~A Man~You~Man
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 4:14 AM UTC
I got my first comment and repost on one of my poems
I do not know why I cried
thank you for showing appreciation
it is the first time my tears actually hugged me instead of stinging.
Dec 16, 2024
Dec 16, 2024 at 3:20 PM UTC
Ty
Can i see California in your eyes?
I ask myself all the time
Clear skies and a bright horizon
Or just stay at home, watch attack on titan
Palm trees and long leaves, how I’d dream of your Caribbean
By any means, do anything, and go round and round just swimming in
Can the beautiful sunset land your kiss upon my lips
Can i soak my hands in the west coast water that is your hips
May i have the honor to bathe in the sun that is your gaze
May i please have you all to myself and with no refrain
Could you mimic the ocean and rock me to sleep
Or could you mimic my thoughts and desire, desire, please desire to be with me?
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 8:26 AM UTC
i don't like
loving you
because you
are so flawlessly
human.
you breathe
like anyone else,
with faults, & rough edges,
and your face isn't
karmic, (like his was)
our connection isn't
fate, (i don't have the heart
to believe in
such whimsical
ideals anymore)
we're just having
fun, for the time,
for the night, for the
moment,
your curls lace
my fingertips to your
scalp
grounded with
no fantasy.
i don't like
the meandering of
my soul right now,
i like you, i like enjoying this,
but i don't like
the aimlessness
of this: i miss
karma, and spirits,
and souls
i am tragic
& this love is
too sane
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 11:47 PM UTC
I’ve never looked out
and saw a man
who looked like all he wanted was affection
I’ve never looked out and saw
a heart I thought I might enjoy
but eventually break
because I think I need more than affection
I need a twin
a friend
a thousand times before I need a lover
That kid is beautiful
Hey
But he’s not calling me higher
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 5:37 PM UTC
you give me everything
unconditionally
yet why do i feel
like its not enough?
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 3:32 AM UTC
i am hesitant everytime
im about to hit send
and overpowered with
crippling guilt everytime
i say "i love you"
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
its going on 8 months
and who knew we'd be here
yet i feel so disconnected
and i cannot say i like
the one im in love with
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 2:47 PM UTC
(sonnet #MMMMMDXXXVIII)
Now moonlight glances in to splash from hence
My silent comforter, then floor, its pale
Eye keener than aught voiceless notice, frail
Calm frozen in reply with snow's pretense
Beyond these darkened hours, as if the sense
Ere waltzing through a pegged load on th'exhale
Which fingered jonquil nubbins like green's bail
Is gone as swiftly as our love's defense.
Oh Tyler! I could never dream as twere
Of all you held in soulmate, bashert to
A breathless fault, whom none compare to, poor
As saying is. You were all and more, aye knew
Me better than I dared to think, and your
Love in my veins, though dead, I love you too.
22Mar16a
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 12:14 AM UTC
We call ourselves the reckless youth
Trying to figure out where we are and where we’re planning on going
With lyrics tucked under our tongues that say more than our voices ever will
Where sleepless nights cause purple crescents to appear under our eyes
And replay words from past days through and through our heads
*****
We call ourselves the reckless youth
Looking at the world through maroon eyes
With empty alcohol bottles that we clench onto with our warm sticky palms
And the sheet-ropes we make to climb out of the windows at 3 in the morning
Dealing with the voices and uncertainties of tomorrow
Wondering whether we will wake up inside of our beds smelling of lavender
Or in a field sprawled out among other teenage bodies reeking of beer
*****
We call ourselves the reckless youth
With the memories of Christmas lights that are over-expired
That brought kisses that won't mean a thing to anyone as morning brings massive headaches
Because worthless kisses are now more valuable to us
Then the ones our parents now forget to give
*****
We call ourselves the reckless youth
Because our generation is made up of lost souls
And scars that line the insides and outsides of our bodies
The same scars that we hide behind smiles and stories that swim in our heads
This is our disease and it is contagious
Coming with the temptation of sneaking out to the flowers that grow around campfires
And the reminiscences of lust still stuck to the grass like dew
Ghosts of the lingering fingers that caressed the parts we’ve hidden from society
*****
We call ourselves the reckless youth
Our lives making up pages in a novel that consist of skinny jeans and over-sized sweatshirts
Of the promise that we’ll see better days
And the sun that is still trying to be shielded with broken sunglasses
Tan lines from 7 am runs because the voices in our heads are way too loud
*****
We call ourselves the reckless youth
Addicted to computer screens and turning away only to measure our waists
Ignoring the constant fire outside our door
Deciding to stay inside a burning house instead of running to safety
Here we continue to try and create something new
A life of fantasy where there will be use of different flames
To destroy all of the memories of reality
Because we are misused
Misjudged
*****
We call ourselves reckless
Not because we aren’t wise
But because our wisdom comes in different forms
Like the tidal waves of people crashing upon us
Who tell us we are not good enough
And the words that continue to build inside our bones
Yet we know that these flowers braided in our hair
Will forever be worth more than the diamonds that line their clothes
*****
We call ourselves the reckless youth
When the adults tell us no
But we insist on saying yes
Because it’s not that we are afraid of death
We are afraid of living
Here in this pace where we’ll be dead
Far before we have the chance to live
*****
And maybe we are wasting our time
Though time is a luxury we cannot yet afford
So we will continue to climb out windows
Sneak through back doors
Where we then strip our bodies of the loosely fitted clothes
Quickly dipping our naked frames under the cold water
Forgetting what has made us tired
What made us upset
Which come with the wilting petals of all the things we did wrong
All the regrets we cannot take back
*****
We call ourselves the reckless youth
When we watch the black sky and its stars well past midnight
And look for the familiar sight of home within the walls of our imagination
Where reality slips into a blur of pink and orange clouds
*****
We don’t call ourselves reckless
Because we decided to escape reality, ourselves and society
And blow out clouds of ***** air from deep within our lungs
Or burn holes in our throats from fermentation
We are the reckless youth
Because we chose to be wise
To be strong
To be infinite
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 7:01 PM UTC
Its comical how
Ive never written about
The sweetest times of my life
Like the trip to Hatteras
With the abandoned golf course
And the hours of skating down
The newly paved road
And the boys who provided
Some of the greatest smiles there will be
With the small geese
Which we provided bread
And the 4th of July fireworks
With the sun-kissed skin of my best friend and I
Or the newer trips
At my house with the loft
And the 4 mile ride to the beach
With the divot where there were hours
Of my boy and I talking
And kissing
And eating
The love and music
And kicking his *** at every game
Its comical how
I cannot seem to write everything down on paper
But I can relive every moment of them
Each night in my dreams
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 9:37 AM UTC
youre not my first love
but when i think about 10 years from now
all i see is you;
where?
i cannot answer;
but would it really matter?
**** no;
youre my home
youre my everything;
i am so deeply, terrifyingly in love with you
i cannot even let my mind wander
to the what if's of our unknowns;
i just want to flow with you
to the darkest corners
and the lightest;
you brighten my life
shining through my skin
and illuminating everything around me;
anywhere you go
i swear i will follow;
this is a love from the story books
and i dont think i could ask
for any diction
any detail
to be different;
your soul is pure
and i am so in love;
i will prove this to you i swear it
every day i live
i am in love with you
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
the thought of our creation
moving,
growing within me
makes me ache with thoughts of the future
and although i am young,
and there are so many complications
i cannot help but imagine and daydream
of the day with your hand on my belly,
all engorged like a melon,
with the tiny kicks
of tiny feet
that are just waiting to say hello
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 7:58 AM UTC
*i was a fawn
scared to stand,
fragile and shy
and i thought you a hunter
but you picked me up
and made me fly*
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC
Get a haircut
Some style
And a whole lot less annoying.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 5:04 PM UTC