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Tyler Houck May 2016
Memories are a blessing
    and a curse.

Sitting around in thought of the past
Reminiscing about your life

Memories can be good.
    Remember what and who you love.
    Remember your friends.
    Remember your family.

Memories can also be terrible.
    Remember the pain you’ve been through.
    Remember the deaths.
    Remember what was lost in time.

Memories…

Some things you want to hold on to
    and never forget.
Some things you wish to forget
    and never do.
Some things you forget
    because some things aren’t meant to be remembered.
Tyler Houck May 2016
Patience can be kind.
Allowing things to be right.
Patience can be hard.
Waiting forever for naught.
Patience teaches us lessons.
Tyler Houck May 2016
In an ensemble,
everyone comes together
in sweet harmony.
It is here where people are
equal in serving music.
This can apply to nearly everything.  While you might have your differences with certain people, you can still connect with them through whatever discipline you're both a part of.
Tyler Houck May 2016
Suddenly fog shows,
shrouding everything in sight.
Concealing secrets.
It is scary to go out
and see what may lurk within.
Hooray for a fear of the unknown.  Relate it to darkness.  Are people really afraid of the dark, or do they fear what lurks within the shadows?  I'm not afraid of the dark nor any sort of fog.  I actually think both things are really cool and I prefer them.  It's the sense of not knowing what's in either of them that's interesting.
Tyler Houck May 2016
The morning sky’s red.
It is a beautiful sight,
but it’s deceptive.
It’s not a sunrise, instead
a warning for what’s ahead.
"Red sky in the morning, a sailor's warning.  Red sky at a night, a sailor's delight."  --(Where did this come from?)
Tyler Houck May 2016
I tried to give you a warning,
but you chose to ignore me.
You faced the consequences every morning
unable to grasp what it was you were doing.

You knew that something was wrong
and continuously asked what to do.
But you would move along
and ignore my guidance.

You were not listening to me.
Tuning out everything that was said.
Running out to hide under a tree,
only to fall to the ground in pain.

One day you finally realized
that you were truly cared for
and were constantly advised.
But the damage was already done
EDIT: Erased the last few stanzas.
Tyler Houck May 2016
There's a certain peace
in expressing your own feelings
**privately
This is how I feel about poetry right now.  I'm new to writing poetry and I've found that I love being able to write down on paper what I'm afraid to express to the people I know.
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