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Tyler Rawlings Poem
Dark rose petals and ashes sit upon still waters
I wouldn’t dare ruin it with my reflection
The top of the pines trees is all the water needs.
I taste the death on my fingertips
The fragrance of the roses hurt my heart.
She was here once,
Up the hill from where the fountain lay.
So softly on her knees
She would look back and smile at me
The orange bucket besides her filled with weeds.
I can still smell the dark soil as she stood
And wiped her hands on her jeans.
The garden lays in ruin, overgrown with weeds
All I can do is look with sadness
On dark rose petals and ashes upon still waters.
Copyright © Tyler Rawlings | Year Posted 2017
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Tyler Rawlings Poem
My regrets fall like petals,
I watch them land softly on the ground.
Why do they not make a sound?
You would expect regrets to come
Crashing into the ground.
The wind blows ,
And the petals fall.
All I can do is look around me,
There are so damn many.
Some fall upon the flowing water
Rushing to meet the others
Who have been washed upon the rocks.
I reach down and hold them in my hands
The wet fragrance will not last forever.
Each year they fall like this,
When the autumn winds rush them away
And every year you think i would learn
But I can’t help but to watch them fall.
It is always strangely beautiful.
Copyright © Tyler Rawlings | Year Posted 2017
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I wrote a lot because the process was new to me
But it permanently altered our relationship.
Then I discovered I was not alone
So much for being alone
My project was something you didn't like
But it was my first classic.
I tried to put you on the front
But you hid your face in my jacket.
I tried desperately to keep up with myself
But I could only go so far.
15 years ending with a whimper
Melancholy heartbreak at its finest.
She was so powerful you almost thought goddess
But she surprised us all when she melted to the floor
I wanted to say "honey just allow me one more chance"
But in her puddle I only saw my reflection.
At night sitting in the clubs
I thought and wrote of her
I already wanted to lead a quiet life
Though the world didn't know it yet.
She never tried to hurt anybody
I didn't know I was hurting her.
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Drinking too much and the buzz turns into a sharp ring. Fist in the back, yelling, unable to understand what all the racket is about. Staring at a brick wall. Bang my head, blood on my tongue. Earthquake would cause it all to topple down. Engines running, the eternal drone of cars filled to the brim with emotions. Drunk enough, ground feels like a bed. Morning light, Jeans stained, mouth dry. Department store windows, white face, no sweatshirt. Wallet empty, keys in back of truck. Never wanna feel alone again, condom in back pocket. Hair still OK, grab hoodie, walk some more. Think of her and the warmth of the bed. Bodies embraced, brush her hair from my face. More engines, power washing the sidewalk, vomit, blood and loose change. Sidewalk clean enough to eat off. Cheap food blocks away. I …….don’t…….. care what you think as long as it's about me. I …….don’t…….. care what you think as long as it's about me. I …….don’t…….. care what you think as long as it's about me. I …….don’t…….. care what you think as long as it's about me. Friends someplace else, with smiles and coffee, wearing suit and ties. Self righteous men. Punch them all or hug them until the tears come? I …….don’t…….. care what you think as long as it's about me. Golden arches in the distance, free wifi. Clouds cover the sun, door handle sticks, pull harder. Too much time eating cheap food, tastes like nothing. SnapChat, only window into the world. Moses sees the promised land, never allowed to enter. The crazy man is me now. Where is the crown? The return of the King. Empty Saturday, hopeless wanderer. Count the drinks in my head, broke again with nothing to show. Wanna stop, can’t stop. Dark faces, clouded in thought. Weed in glovebox, smoke till I pass out. Good idea. Please help me someone.
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I can’t leave you alone and you are too drunk to drive.
So we sit by ourselves as the people walk home and we slump beneath a tree.
Now you're passed out on my knee and as I look down at you
I hate that I am going to hurt you and you have no idea.
So if its gonna hurt why don’t I just leave now
And let you sleep under this tree and never come back?
But I could not do that.
So I’ll lay awake and wait for you to come to and then we will head home.
And one day will be past and the next will pass the same.
I don’t have the courage to give you pain
So I will hold it inside of me until it is to much to bear.
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A young man I used to be
As I muse beneath this poplar tree
We are dust and nothing more
Exiles from a distant shore
A fallen leaf from the tree of life
Given to excess and so easy to entice
The tree I knew no longer there
The hilltop wooded now stands bare
I will weep so no one can see
The pain that lays inside of me
Forgive me sir and if you could
Leave me to disappear into these woods
That no longer stand but in my mind
Are unaffected by the sands of time
I will no longer speak your name
Or call out to you in vain
Let me rest under this tree
Let me pretend that I am free
I need nothing but time to think
To hold a rock and let me sink
Into the waters of my mind
Away from the holy divine
I am a man and nothing more
An exile from a distant shore
Copyright © Tyler Rawlings | Year Posted 2018
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