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I'm a
small town
petting zoo
goat,
a gentle
domesticated
farm animal
leashed loosely
to a pole for
no real
reason

just standing
there,
waiting for
the right
little girl
to scratch
behind my
ears
or pet my
whiskery
snout
just to earn
some much
needed rest.

you can sit
next to me
if you're nice.
find it
in the touch of skin
that connects my fingers
to your beating heart
and to your mindful eyes

finding my lies,
sheding the disguise
that I bear
everywhere.
uprooting
the nihilism
of what was
deemed an
ugly sight.

a feel of flesh,
you are the true
sight of beauty.
I can tell this
is love in
the making,
you are something
that is
impossibly real.
Tyler Harper Mar 16
in the land of enchantment
    and poison
I don't need your prayers
    I need your voice in
a place where it is no longer.

Some people keep the good,
some people keep the bad,
don't hold it against me if
I can't quite keep track anymore.
Tyler Harper Mar 11
love is an expression
I would never deny
myself.

it is relief to
say what it
is that has
been in my heart,

I would never not
regret to say it
to whomever
may be in
my mind.
Tyler Harper Mar 2
what it'd be to be loved by you.
you could press my cheeks,
and press me with purpose.
what it'd be for it to be true.

i'd fall for your affection,
stay golden in your attention,
i'd be complete with
your weight upon my chest.

my heart it'd be steady,
or a rippling river ready,
and it'd be so good,
all because of you.

could you hold your
words as genuine
the day we met ?
when life fails
and shatters
and grief leafs
fall on splintered sticks ?
would you kiss me then
tenderly and sweet,
or atleast hold me
until i weep ?

i've not had an other like it,
one that'd stay after that.
i'll find peace one day
in the aftermath, and
then peace
shall be your likeness.
i'll be your forever
grace,
your forever,
lover.
Tyler Harper Feb 29
nothing makes
me feel better
than writing
new words
in new ways
pretending
they're not
unique in
some way.

i cope
in every letter.
but sometimes
it can be more
a hard drug.
something
detrimental,
less fun.

dont feed
off my words
like they
are your
high.
it's a waste
of your own
talent,
your own
supply.
Tyler Harper Feb 29
your name used
to rock me asleep.
slowly but surely,
id sleep so sweet.

this was a list of
lovers, each so
unique.
the list has been
lost, in time,
it did deplete.

to find my relief,
i dream i glide.
a warm summer
sky above scattered
clouds so high,
I feel the wind
like an embrace;
effaced upon
the glory of
freedom.

I could use
a true touch,
sure.
but i don't
want much
more.
ive been
gone enough
to not expect
anything more,
ive been alone
enough to survive
myself.
i dont necessarily
want to fly, no,
id rather glide
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