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Tyler Eavey Aug 2014
Looking at them now
these windows are really ******* tall.
There's a sense of pride
from the anger inside
an exciting culture of fast love and slow money
where ambition consumes you and spits you out like a poisoned danish.

An age-old struggle "so it seems,"
where the ones who make the history books
are killed quietly with the needle of self-loathing
but the media shows us all a huge ****** knife of misunderstanding,
or the shattered glass covered in pieces of Armani suit
under an open pane ten stories above us

where the windows are really ******* tall.
Tyler Eavey May 2015
we take dates out for coffee
as caffeine makes us
give more attention
A self-explanatory romantic haiku.
Tyler Eavey May 2015
if I were something
I'd be a soldier
I'd ******* hicks with flowers
This haiku creates a sense of animosity toward patriots with unquestioning loyalty, and admires those who fight for peace. At least, if I were fighting, that's what I'd fight for.
Sly
Tyler Eavey Aug 2014
Sly
Slipping through lives
Jittering through motions
Sliding over eggshells
Breaking quiet for motivation

Keep yelling
We're listening
And watching you trap yourself under your words

Keep fighting
We're not moving
We're watching you retreat like the snake you know you are

Don't bite yourself
When you slither in a circle
This poem I wanted to reflect the sense of dissatisfaction many people have against the ruthless and successful.
Tyler Eavey May 2015
chaos has limits
honor: boundaries
what keeps them penned in is love
a self-explanatory and literal haiku
Tyler Eavey Jun 2015
doesn't forever
seem so much better
in a dream with no tether?
Tyler Eavey Oct 2015
When the sun is high
And sweat rolls down your neck
And you bite into a chilled tangerine
And you feel it in your cheeks

And I think of
When you're across a room looking
When you smile
When I feel it in my cheeks

When the storm rolls in
And you find a book
And you sit still
And drown yourself in it

And I think of
When you kiss me half-asleep
When your limbs lie limp on me
When I drown myself in it

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