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You're as pretty as the sunset
saying I'm in love would be a pretty good bet
but if it's wrong, I'm in debt
to some one that I haven't even met
at least not yet,
but I will
and then I'll pay them with a thousand dollar bill
and hopefully get a thrill
because every day I work hard as a papermill just to get to the weekends
but all my relationships are deadends
and I don't want this to end like that again so I'm just sitting here watching Big Ben
and waiting
hoping that with me you're commiserating
9/16/12
Dark days,
Late nights.
Staying up 'til three,
If only I could remain asleep
To avoid the lonely hours
That consciousness brings.
You gave me an idea for the future,
If you could even call it that.
I'd be a lady of the night,
As they have coined the term
Because they are too conservative to say *****,
As if the word would burn their self-righteous lips.
So I give my body to men
Night after restless night
Because you taught me that that was all I was good for.
A broken toy you used
Simply because it was available
Leaving me feeling worthless and destroyed.
 Jan 2015 Tyler Lynn Pulliam
TSK
When it's three am
and the cold water splashes
against your face, wiping
away the sweat of another
nightmare,

When it's just about noon
and the old fork clatters
from your hand, moving
beyond the loneliness of another
meal,

When it's half past six
and the exasperated sigh escapes
from your lips, easing
aside the tension of another
day,

that is when I hope you recall,
remember, that once--
much more than once--
I was your gratifying well,
your overflowing banquet,
your everlasting breath.
Misery is the mother of invention
because in my life happiness doesn't even get a mention
but sometimes I fake smile just to break the tension
I feel like my ******* heart is bent in
like I wish you never went in
You're like the epitome of satan
because you kept me hangin' and waitin'
and I thought eventually we'd end up datin'
I was wrong

Now I'm just a wreck
I want to take a long treck
we kissed but it was just a peck
but now I'm so ****** I want to stab my neck
or my heart
oh wait you already did that part
Cupid shot me with his love dart, arrow
the line I walk is narrow
I feel like the opposite of a pharoh
a peasant
When I saw you it used to be pleasant
but now I don't even want your presence
9/22/2012 I wrote this the same night as Completely Suppressed. It was at a school dance.
A firefly flew by today.
I ran to catch him quick.
He graced me with his presence brief,
then gave his wing a flick.
Come,
have a seat here
Join my picnic
by the hills of despair
Watch the gentle waves of tragedy
slowly
silently
roll onto the sea of tranquility

Would you like a cup of sadness?
you can add a spoonful of hope
that might carry all that bitterness
down the slippery *****

Or would you rather a sip of ignorance
this time hope
you should cheat
Pass along the seasoning of confidence
which is just as saccharine sweet

May I offer you a plate of loneliness?
But make sure to drown that in time
’cause we all know that time can heal
everything, oh yes how divine!

If you find loneliness becoming tasteless
Here, try some soft-baked sarcasm
infused with aged enthusiasm
with a heavy dose of doubt
If the flavour isn’t enough
than try a new diversion
maybe a pinch of hostility
or a light dressing of suspicion?
Whichever you prefer
you better make your decision

When you really need a change
try some passive aggressive conceit
then add fate into the mix
Of course!
We know how it tends to dismiss
the pungent smell of amusement  
the fragrant taste of love
Oh how
it reminds you of innocence
or even the lack thereof

Do you really have to go?
Please do join me again
this solitary life gets tedious So
promise me you’ll come visit when
you need someone to wake you
from the beautiful lies they spin
when they almost seem to convince you
that's when you’ll come again
I insist.
So life in pain, its my life from day to day,
My mornings greet me with agony ,my evenings filled with cold wounds throbbing, yet still I wake to face the day, even though tears stream down my face, few will see them,who would care, a broken young man with the thousand mile stare.
It's that moment
when the sun is hidden away
the moon must have chased him out of the sky..
She sang him hit the road Jack,
but soon he'll be back...
And she'll have to hide away...
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