Heading to New York, leaving L.A A drearier city, I guess it’s ok Everything’s dusty. No one is free, It’s insinc with the madness That’s Inside of me Heading to New York, I’m leaving L.A Been here before, but I couldn’t stay And now that I’m here and I’ve found you I’m in love with […]
I decided to write these
With minimal effort.
One poem a day,
I cannot seem to
Pen the perfect poem.
Sentences always seem
Ever out of place,
And each word woefully
Of superb stanzas
Hover in my head
Remaining ...ever...out of
“Binary stars” By. Tyler R. Martin Gazing into the stellar sky, You lie next to me and ask me why: Without you I’m so out of place, Like a stagnant star in empty space? I’ve always asked if I’m doomed to float alone, In an icy, solitary space out on my own? But you consoled […]
Bam! Kaboom! Wars deluging blood? The houseflies once squabbling around the ears Was much than anything, peaceful.
A blanket on the bed covers my thighs, And I see, from your lips, a taunting smirk arise, My pale body safe in your strong frame, Flick, flick, flick, up from the lighter, comes a flame, I hold your hand and puff out a cloud of smoke, When you say “you’re so pretty baby” I […]
Cruising down the highway, the
Jets into view. The
Tyler R. Martin
When God looked down from heaven
And saw me standing there,
I'm quite sure he frowned
And slapped his head
By Tyler R. Martin
Into bitter blackness, as I slip into a stupor,
Broke and staring blankly, too frail to face the future,
While the sadness that I summon, every dreary day
Is hounding at my heels pining for the price I pay.
The room rapidly retrogrades from my eager eye,
I coldly consider calamity, so serene and won't subside;
And now I am so certain, certainty’s too false to find,
Because in my bitter brain I have malice on my mind.
So, slowly as I sober, something sinister on my shoulder
Is revived and revamps it's wicked whispers in my ear.
It wills me towards the window, as I stagger to my death,
The boulevard is beckoning as I take my final breath.
I sit here and jot my one last thought,
The blood pouring from my veins,
And I’m getting my favorite shirt stained,
Down the road, not across the street; I think as spurts of my blood leak,
Beyond this page are stains of red,
The color I see when I let things get to my head,
And in my thoughts are crystal-clear images of her,
I hope she thinks of me as nothing but a Saturday-night blur.
I hope she forgets me.
As I lay here I think of all the questions that burdened on my mother,
“It's a shame”
“He was so young”
“He was just like his brother.”
I feel like I’m not going fast enough; so I grabbed the blade and tried to act tough, With a rip and tug, more red begins to flood,
Onto the bathroom floor my body collapses, and my head hits sink,
After that it hurts to think,
--above is an beautiful poem by a beautiful blonde with a beautiful voice. She was kind enough to draw the Jack Daniels bottle on my home screen, she's miserable most of the time and I think she's pretty damn cool. If you wanna read more of her work (its all really good) look her up at katieandtys.home.blog
--above is an beautiful poem by a beautiful blonde
with a beautiful voice. She was kind enough to draw
the Jack Daniels bottle on my home screen,
she's miserable most of the time and I think she's pretty damn cool.
If you wanna read more of her work (its all really good) look her up at katieandtys.home.blog