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Sometimes sitting alone,
With my heart speaking along.
That life is long,
But not what you want.

World is a race,
It is the spirit of god,
With my heart speaking along,
always be strong.

Give good,
Before expecting good.
Have a good heart if you want your heart speak along.

My heart speaking along.......
Only when I am alone..........
There is a certain addiction to my lonely, melancholy days.
A tranquility in walking beneath the light of the moon’s every phase.
Not that its light betrays my sorrow;
The darkness envelops me, yesterday, today and tomorrow.
But the sliver of silver, the pierce of the crescent,
The glittering half and the blazing whole, incandescent
Lights my heart on fire, sets my soul alive.
A loner and a person who dreams.

Dreams of far away places  and it's beauty in her mind.

And the dreams become visual when she closes her eyes.

Places that are so beautiful, one can only imagine of such a place.

For many; places so exstradenary  actually do exists.
For me ? They only exists in my dreams.
זה מוקדש לכל הנוער האבוד שאוהב להתמרמר

Accept the love you're given
Because it's the only love you'll ever have

Depression is no longer aggression
It becomes routine and order
new world disorder

I know how it feels
See the scars I bear
Listen to the struggles I'll share
I've been there
and will always be
so lift your head up
and listen to me

It's time to learn from mistakes
even when the whole world's at stake
forever life changing decisions
to make

It's okay
just embrace the love
warm in your heart
put your hands up high
and scream
in victory
Love silent, falls
it touches soft, invisibly floats
unseen by the scope of eyes
comes brushing by, or comes in a down pouring,
wet washing the soul, unwavering, wordless it unfolds
travels most rugged terrain, smooths the way
there is no season for its efflorescence
it sits, a silent bud, any moment to flower
always we know it's fragrance
it is the way, the path
a flitting, ethereal flower
one, that we can never grasp
No one is innocent,
save for the child,
resplendent,
laughing at the sea.

Throw your bones in the garden
and redden as rain raises a finger,
calcium white,

it is sharp and cold
on this day of recollection,
you’re striding through the garden

plucking corpses.
Place the cradle on the table,
the flowers need no water.

Forever their bodies limp,
yet quivering in you a survival
that mocks your spoiled soul.

What’s done is done.
The plight of realization
has halted the burgeoning summer.

Years fuse to responsibility,
and you do not shine,
but collapse.
 Jan 2015 Tyler Lynn Pulliam
MP
I think I loved you most the winter your heating was broken
And we’d stay inside all morning
Pretending to complain that we couldn’t get out of bed
Our clothes becoming little islands on the floor,
Ones that we could not quite find the courage to visit

Your hand stayed glued to my hip,
Your breath warming my shoulder
Like a long drag of whiskey
That kind that had a home so far away,
In a glass bottle on top of your refrigerator.
The one that would not be opened
Until that fateful day in February,
When everything went wrong

And on that unbearable night
When you joked that you’d freeze to death if I left you
There was a long silence
Like it might be true.

Now it’s warm enough
That I show too much skin when sitting in bars
And you avoid me like the plague,
Whispering in any girl’s ear that’s near to you
Every time you see me watching out of the corner of your eye

We should have stayed inside when the ice began to melt
Because I think
When those doors opened and we finally ventured outside
The world had changed,
And so had you and I.
 Jan 2015 Tyler Lynn Pulliam
Mr X
Most beautiful and ugliest.
Most sacred and polluted.
So similar and contrastive.
So creative and destructive.

Filling up lives and emptying it.
Filling up places and abandoning it.

People...


They'll never really know how
beautiful they are.
There is this moment in the morning, this short, sweet period of time where you haven’t yet woken up but aren’t really asleep. Where your memories have not come crashing down on you like a thunderstorm yet and you can fool yourself for a few seconds.
It is at this time where I forget that you no longer love me.
It is at this time where my heart feels safe.
It is at this time where in my mind I am still your sky and you are still my stars.
I want to live in that time.
I remember once, before everything got so messed up, I looked into your eyes and thought “****, you have never loved a hurricane before. I am going to break your heart.”
You broke mine.
I overestimated myself and underestimated you.
You are the hurricane, the Milky Way that is scattered across your pale silky skin shines brighter than I ever could.
And although I always refer to myself as fire I have forgotten what it feels like to be burnt to the ground.
on what it feels like to lose you
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