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Each day a new beginning
A new adventure will unfold
Of Princes, Kings, and dragons
Of silver and of gold

Each day is something wondrous
Strung together, they're a life
Of days and nights and normalcy
And full of love and strife

We build a wall
And tear it down
Things change as days go by
What once was good
No longer so
No matter how we try

There are certain rules to follow
There are choices to be made
But, direction of which road to take
Is seldom ever laid

We live our life as best we can
Doing what we choose to do
We make our minds up for ourselves
At least I do, do you?

There are no set directions
Of which way we should go
We set our sail and follow it
To the unknown we must go

Addictions alter our life's path
They take us from our route
But, overcome them we will try
To give them all the boot

We separate ourselves at times
From those that we love most
Until we become nothing more
Than a spectre or a ghost

Another wall that we have built
A new obstacle in the way
Another brick to tear apart
To get to a new day


It is a big adventure
And it includes no instruction
Just consider each days end result
As a life under construction
punch me in the face/ tell me i’m pretty
shoot both my legs/ please just cuddle with me
slice off my hands/ would you hold both?
go burn my ears/ sing me to sleep

figurative cryspeak/ what words do you know?
are they the right ones/ or are they too weak?

stab me in the throat/ ask me how i feel
scratch my two arms/ it’s cool, that’ll probably heal
gouge my eyes out/ i will never see
lock the door shut/ what’s out there for me?

figurative cryspeak/ what words do you know?
they can be scary/ but they will save you
This is a song about my last relationship and stuff. Yeah, I plan on making it sound super angsty and loud and ****.
On our last day, I said that it wasn't goodbye.
I realize now that it was a futile attempt to retain hope...
The hope I'd see your smile again,
The way it lights up your face
And I can't help but return the gift.
The hope I'd hear your voice again,
The voice that makes my heart want to melt,
It puts me both at ease and sets my pulse racing.
The hope I'd be able to gaze
Into those mysterious blue orbs
And not be afraid of the future.
The hope I'd call you darling,
Just as I have in all my dreams.
The hope I'd finally confess the words
That  have swirled in both my mind and heart
Since we first met.
The hope you'd hold me in your arms,
Making up for all tears and lost time.
This is what I've longed to say to your for gosh knows how long, but I realized that I can't tell you this because you being happy is more important to me than my selfish hopes.
When
i say that I
hate myself
I don't want
you to say
that I
am beautiful and great.
I know     that I am not     any of
that.     I am me and     that
is the     problem.I am      going
to be     the problem     until
the     day that I die     which
I do     hope is soon      and
if it       works, Im so      sorry
that     I couldn't stay     and
that      I couldn't have     been
any         happier    believe     me,
I            tried so    hard to         be
strong        but I
  fear            I can't  
Keep             This
Lie up         Any
More          I am
So, so        sorry
But I           just
Want        to die
Please         Let me

d i s a p p e a r
This is not my poem, I just saw this on Twitter and I really related to it, A LOT. To the writer of this poem: I'm sorry if it is copyrighted, but I found this really amazing and just wanted to share it with everyone else. Thank you for writing this. <3
 Apr 2013 Tylie
Holly Salvatore
After this climactic
Three-way
Mexican stand-off
Once the orchestra
Dies off
And the treasure's dug up
We should probably just
Lay down
Enjoy the sun
Let it scorch the earth
And bake our bare
Finally poncho-free skin
Because all I need to be
Happy
Is the western sky
Burning me
Biting me
A polka dot bikini
Clint Eastwood
And the most delicate six-shooters you've ever seen
By my side
 Apr 2013 Tylie
Harry J Baxter
Yawn
 Apr 2013 Tylie
Harry J Baxter
They never cared for much,
born into a world
which changes faster than they
attachments lost in the dull facade of trends
attachments never made
hooked to quivering emptiness
they never cared for much
other than a second look
The big man flashed neon colors
from the corner of the room
sitting in a box
of demanding power
and their thoughts are contained
confined
by character limits
points of data
and ceaseless lifeless numbers
numbers which scrawl the wall
like days left of a sentence
they see their souls
on the empty bus stops
and bleak dark houses
rocking in the stale night wind
and their cups never fell empty
nor did their lungs go long
without suffering
trying to find some chemical reaction
which might dissolve the world around
like mad scientists
they didn't care for much
only a yawn
a yawn
and an illusion
 Jan 2013 Tylie
Sahil Suri
Exiled, banished,
Sent down from your throne in heavens gate
to the torrential dullness of earth
the mear morals around me would call this "paradise lost"
yet I refer to it as my paradise found

For were the angles to be banished to earth
what may one state the difference be?
If there be such beauty in this world as you-
heaven doth speak out of sheer vanity

as to call itself the epitome of prosperity?
and forth to label itself paradise

for as far as the mear mortal known as I
true paradise lay not in gates of pearl,

yet rather in your heart of gold
 Dec 2012 Tylie
Bruised Orange
Yesterday, I printed some of my poems.
Black letters on ivory, one hundred percent cotton, twenty-four pounds.
It felt strange to hold my words in my hands,
making concrete, that abstract part of myself.

Here is the proof, there is more to me.
There is more.


Is it really possible to uncover these secret,
hidden places within myself?

Are a rose, and the scent of a rose, one and the same?
 Dec 2012 Tylie
Harold Pinter
No, you're wrong.

Everyone is as beautiful
as they can possibly be

Particularly at lunch
in a laughing restaurant

Everyone is as beautiful
as they can possibly be

And they are moved
by their own beauty

And they shed tears for it
in the back of the taxi home
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