Kyler poems on Hello Poetry

Laura Amstutz Nov 2018

Det varme brød ånder på træbordet
Sukker, efterlader spor af tilværelsen i sveden
Smurt ind i olie
Som mine lunger nu er smurt ind i tjære
- så blev det hele værre
Mit sind er nok sort nu fordi jeg fodrer det
Med hvide vægge og blå kameler
Farver indersiden af mine øjenlåg med nøgne løgne
Fordi sandheden er som en knytnæve der tæver
Og blod
I skridtets indre maskineri
Der fungerer som en rulletrappe
Kører alle de ufødte børn ud
Kyler alle de ufødte børn ud
Skuffer moder jord igen
Er ******* og abortion nu egentlig ikke det samme?
Jeg drømmer så der står blomster ud af begge ører
Danner min egen rosenhave
Venter på en gartner graver sig gennem torne og forestillinger til han når
De indre vægge i mit rytmisk, blodige hjertekammer

Vanessa Nichols Nov 2011

Luscious: Inspired by Kyler

His face pressed against hers,
Tips of noses and foreheads,
And his palm large and smooth against her cheek.

Closed eyes and secret smiles.
Like she had always known
The taste of skin that surrounds a metallic stud.
Like he knew the wet trail left behind a tongue
Was best on the underside of a breast.

Smoke pouring out from lungs
Curling and twisting about lips
That were wet and heavy
Like dark orchid petals
Drooping in summer’s humid heat.

Luscious
You said when you saw them.
And the word sat on my tongue
Rich and sweet
Pressing against the roof of my mouth.

His fingers traced lines down her scalp,
Brushing hair back from eyelids and upturned lips.
He moved down to kiss a taut calf muscle.

Luscious, I said. *I like that.

Victor Thorn Dec 2013

the Whipping Boy

Kyler– you are my favorite **** actor
because you look like its your first time,
and you look like my first time. It's disgusting, really.

When I began to feel like what is normal these days,
I groaned and I moaned
and I spoke to a doctor
who believed in homeopathy
and a hypnotist who believed my lies
until it all lost focus and I cut myself
in the worst of places–
where no one would see it
because they were private parts and nobody wanted them.
And the Reason came along and tried to kiss it all better
but infected me instead with this insatiable lust.
And now he’s fine; probably has a boyfriend
while I’m stuck wondering if I am even capable of
loving.
And its having said that that I offer a request–
find a studio that will suspend you from the ceiling
and whip you.
You look exactly like him.

Delilah Apr 2016

Dear Aunt Teri.........Love Turkey ****

The last time I heard your voice was a snowy february night, I was babysitting the boys,  you called and I was annoyed but we stayed on the phone for an hour, an hour that I'll never get back. After you died I remember I tried to call your phone number just to hear that stupid voice message of yours, the one where you would trick people into thinking it was really you but they had already disconnected the number, it was gone forever, just like you.
The last time I saw you, you were dying in a hospital bed and that's not how I choose to remember you. I remember you as this short, black haired, strong woman who loved her family , old cartoons, and her piano. Sometimes when I hear Fur Elise being played I close my eyes and pretend you're playing for me and Kobie like you did when I was a kid.
I'm growing up now, I've done so much since you died and I wish you could be in the audience for every show, performance, and award ceremony that I'm in. I know you would love it, you always love those catholic school concerts that never were any good but you would see me after it, smile, and tell me how wonderful I was.
I remember the night I got my ears pierced and you came over to see us, you grabbed my face and told me how pretty I was and that moment still pops in my head when I walk into the dining  room just doing my everyday things, I liked to think that's a reminder from you just saying "hey turkey ****". I don't let anyone call me that besides ***** and holly because that was our thing. I can't ever remember you calling me by my actual name. And I guess that was apart of growing up, not having someone call you by a childhood nickname.
A lot has happened in my life and many times I just wanted to call you and talk, to fill you in on everything, I want to hug you, and I just really want my Aunt Teri because it's been three years and 28 days since I've actually seen and felt you.
The songs just don't do it any more. After you died I made a playlist and called it "Aunt Teri" and it has four songs that remind me of you and I listen to them a lot but they're slowly starting to lose importance. I listen to the beatles and think of you because they were your favorite and so was pink floyd. They make me smile because they made you smile.
I don't remember your voice anymore, I know it's in the back of my head somewhere but I just can't recall it anymore.
You would be amazed how the boys have changed, Kobie is going to be in High School and Kyler is going to kindergarten. You would be proud. I'm graduating in a year and I hate that you won't be there for that either. ***** is kicking *** at school and will be a nurse very soon, you would be so proud of her.
You have another grandson, Hunter, he is so cute. He looks like Ray and you would be proud of him too.
The day you died I started my questioning of religion and I know you wouldn't be proud of that.
I have so much left to write but I have to go. I love you Aunt Teri.

Audrey Feb 2015

thanks, i guess

thank you kyler, you were my first
right in the back seat of your car
first in front of my house at two am
and then later in a grocery store parking lot a few blocks down
with foggy windows and clothes that took a while to find again
I only told you I loved you when you ****** inside of me
with new car smell and broken condoms.
You pinned me up against your car
in the parking lot of stadium thrift way.
baptized my neck with hickeys after I cried about issues with my dad.
I broke your heart I guess
i'm not that sorry

thank you Donald, I fell for you
sneaking over to your house
or up to my bedroom
or on every couch in my living room
even in a public park
the first time we kissed, we stood in my empty living room. you made fun of me for standing on my toes.
I fed you leftover Thai food as we snuck kisses in the kitchen and then crawled out on the porch.
I sat in your lap. you put your hand between my legs.
you felt more experienced and more apathetic, making me feel small and childish
you thought you had taken my virginity, but you had just taken an old phone charger and a yellow hat
you told me through a text
'I just don't see where this is going'

thank you Cassius, with shocking white hair.
infatuation isn't a word strong enough.
'don't u know vandalism is illegal?' id say.
you hid a smile when you caught my eyes in the back of jacob's show
you'd say 'what can I give u for a cigarette?
a lighter, 50 cents, or a kiss?'
we almost did it in the back of your friends car
with your **** out, your friends came back in and we threw a coat over your lap
sneaking into a construction site, I sat on a dusty shelf and you ****** me
I left my scrunchie on the ground in there, and you pulled out and came on it
I never got it back
you said once 'I'm always sad, and whenever Im happy
I just get more sad'
sneaking into your bathroom
turning the shower on
pushing me up against a wall
I liked the way you held my hands
and wrapped me in your arms.
sneaking my fingers into yours and you responded eagerly.
out of breath, you'd say 'I need a cigarette'

#love #boyfriend #*** #cigarette

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