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Tyler Matthew Oct 2018
I'm in love with you,
     and that's why this breeze
     blows for me.
     It's why the trees
     shake their leaves,
     why the sun peeks
     around the horizon,
     and why the moon rises
     and let's fall her silver
     light on me.
I'm in love with you,
     and it's why the river
     flows through this -
     as blood through
     lover's veins,
     as sweat on binded lips,
     as rain on buried roots
     (the fruit of which
     grows strong and sweet).
   I'm in love with you,
  and if again we ever meet,
 I will leave for you a gift,
though none as great as these.
Tyler Matthew Feb 2020
I am scared for my nephew.
Indeed, for the coming generations,
I am terrified
that they may never come to know
the clean smell of a forest
wet with new rain,
or the sound of a cardinal's song
breaking the snowy hush
of a January morning.
-- So wrapped up in, so fixed upon a television
broadcasting images
of the apocalypse of beauty,
of replicated emotion,
of fabricated belief.
-- I hear my nephew ask,
"What's a rainbow?"
Ok, boomer.
Tyler Matthew Dec 2020
Another new year.
Whoop-de-do!
If I could, I'd blow
a big kazoo.
Yes, this year is over,
celebrate with your lover.
For me, it's just deja vu.
I'm only kidding, happy New Year, fellow humans.
Don't follow leaders, watch your parking meters.
Tyler Matthew Oct 2020
I feel like September most of the time.
Not too warm or cool,
not more of one thing than another,
barely discernable between
the hot haze of August
and October's sobering chill.

There is a certain dexterity needed
to balance the life with the death,
to be a ghost in time and place
and memory, together.
And if you look into the morning fog
and squint your eyes to see me,
then you are trying harder than you need.
Tyler Matthew Dec 2020
God is dead.
That feeling you get
when you kneel by the bed -
nothing more than a wish
rolling 'round in your head.

Breaking bread.
The silly things that we do
after our prayers are said.
Idols we've chosen
to stand in his stead.
Quickwrite. I respect your beliefs, but choose to disagree. Nothing more, nothing less.
Tyler Matthew Dec 2017
Dangle it before my eyes.
Hypnotize this eager boy.
Beauty is your best disguise;
the lovely gal from Illinois.
Quick write
Tyler Matthew Mar 2020
Some say we are all made of star dust
but I don't buy it.
How could we be
when stars don't bleed like we bleed?
Quick write
Tyler Matthew Dec 2020
One million angels
come to carry me away.
One million angels
and still I wouldn't leave.
One million angels
who ask me not to stay.
One million angels
whose gifts I won't receive.
quickwrite
Tyler Matthew Oct 2019
I wish a word would reach you,
and maybe it has – it’s hard to tell, but

you seem so lost in hatred anymore.
Apathy is most certainly your color.

You barely can say my name, now.
I know I’ve hurt you, but
Tyler Matthew Mar 2020
The past is like a leaky faucet:
you always hear the drip,
though you learn to tune it out,
eventually.
Or hire a plumber.

Quickwrite
Tyler Matthew Dec 2020
As above, so below.
In the end, where you go
all depends on who you know.
quickwrite
Tyler Matthew May 2018
It is in the nature of all things
to be formful and good.
All that moves is miraculous.
All that does not is deathless.
Regardless, these roles are fulfilled.
Tyler Matthew Sep 2019
I remember you well,
your crooked spine,
and heart of a widow
that’s turned so black.

What’s made you bitter?
I wonder, now.
You look back on years, but
you can’t go back.

Have you forgotten
my face by now,
even as I walk by you
in a roaring crowd?

Does it ever occur that
you could be wrong?
For me, the guilt I have,
it screams so loud.

There’re two kinds of people:
one kind forgives.
But that isn’t you, no,
and you don’t forget.

As I lean over to whisper,
“you’ve dropped your crown,”
your look is so telling -
you remember, yet.
Quick write - unsure of the inspiration or the significance.
Tyler Matthew Nov 2018
Rise with the sun.
Shake dreams from your head,
my sweet one.
Breathe deeply,
taste the possibilities.
Speak with the angels
as if you were one.
Tyler Matthew Jan 2021
Break-up poems are to poetry
as pop music is to music.
The same four chords,
the same four words:
I'll never love again.
However, there is a difference between a good break-up poem and a bad one.
Tyler Matthew Aug 2017
Some people are just
so normal they're weird.
Crisp suits and coffee
in the morning,
no gin and pajamas,
how freakish.
When they get mad,
they get productive
like insects,
rather than breaking
this or that.
Everything planned,
paid on time,
reminders posted
on the walls.
No kinks in their hoses,
no brown on their noses,
hair carefully parted
in just the right place.
They don't make art,
they buy it,
hang it on the walls
and then throw a party.
How lonely,
unfulfilled,
how strange their lives
must be.
My theory is
they've yet to find anything
worth going mad for.
Quick write
Tyler Matthew Sep 2017
Why trespass so long in a body?
Is the soul so vain that it
needs to fill a space,
never moving to be free
both in dreams and in joys,
hinged to this heart
like the shadow to my heels?
        Like the shadow to my heels,
why a spirit bound to anything,
not chasing distant stars,
not moving in eternity,
not looking for a vacant space
to spread itself unbound?
The first line is taken from Christine Gosnay's poem, "Desire."
Tyler Matthew Jun 2017
Now it's spring recess
So everybody's shedding
Their clothes and their wits.

Sun lingers above -
Somebody tell me which way
To the hospital.

The hawks are circling
Overhead; pretty soon I
Will be at your door.

Shouting at the clouds
I lost my balance and fell -
The thunder was loud.

Shouting at the clouds
I lost my balance and fell -
The clouds, they just laughed.

Sunlight finds its way
In through my broken shades and
I'm ****** as ever.

Stop all this weeping,
Jesus has returned and he
Brings chocolate cake!

Father sits and stares -
John Wayne rides west with his gun -
Mother tracks the time.

Bob Dylan taught me
To swallow my pride and be
Honest with myself.

Marijuana is
Often my only true friend.
How sad is that, man?

College kind of *****.
Especially so when you
Don't like to drink much.

I am writing this
Knowing it won't get published.
Won't say more than that.

Hanging on the line,
A blue blouse, and what is this?
These aren't my boxers...
Tyler Matthew May 2018
We are what our parents' parents
taught them to fear.
The atom of liberated thought,
the shallow, the queer, the lazy.
We are what our fathers were not,
or what they never had the ***** to be.
We are united by the hypothesis
of instant pleasure.
We are measured by dollar signs,
nickels, dimes, roaring down
Penny Lane blaring hip-hop,
dropping the surnames and
blaming the slave trade for
the stains on our rap sheets.
We are what comes after the comma
in the history book sentence,
sentenced to life in mind-drug prison.
Listen!
We are going nowhere but forward.
We are the generation of disorder,
hoarders of unrealized potentials
who cross borders
just to say we did so.
We are the flame of ******* science
turning your bibles into embers.
We are the generation that
remembers to forget.
Let us take an inch and we will
turn it into a mile so you can
watch us march down it single-file
while you pray to god we don't
make it to Capitol Hill.
You know we will.
Listen!
We are the generation.
Tyler Matthew Sep 2018
we got bored
so we got together.
now all we talk about's
the past and the weather.
Tyler Matthew Jun 2017
Heart under construction.
Looks done but it ain't.
Heart prone to seduction.
Caution: wet paint.
Tyler Matthew Feb 2020
What can I tell you my brother, my burden?
That I wish we grew closer as years carried on?
Or that all is forgiven, though I doubt you remember.
I carry on in silence, the conclusion's forgone.

What can I give you my brother, my culprit,
that you have not yet taken from me before?
My very own blood flows through you, too.
The blood of a toddler, the blood of a *****.

Look in your mirror my brother, my devil.
Notice the dimness behind your blue eyes.
Those cold pits of anguish you buried me in
where I learned how to crawl and I learned how to lie.
"Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt."
Kurt Vonnegut, 'Slaughterhouse Five'
Tyler Matthew Mar 2020
To live, to feel,
deny what's real,
to run, to hide,
to stand and fight,
to give or receive,
or choose to believe,
to laugh, to cry,
or hold it inside,
to bend or to break,
to lie there awake,
to sleep and to dream,
stay quiet or scream,
to nurse or to ****,
to swallow that pill,
to eat, to drink,
or refuse to think,
to die every night
or bask in the light,
to hold on, stay true,
or let go of you,
I'll do what it takes
to get through.
Tyler Matthew Aug 2017
Inspiration, like a trickle
beginning at the skin,
moves hot beneath the surface
to flood the veins within.

The page is blank before me.
Pen lifeless as a board
until I pick it up again
and fill the page with words.

Ink gushing over paper,
pen and poet become one.
Veins burning with a purpose
with the heat of every sun.

And all the clocks hang silent,
and all the planets do align
when I raise the poem to the light
and read what's only mine.
Tyler Matthew Jun 2017
I thought about
what it would take
to be happy and
to sit by the pool,
sipping drinks,
acting sappy and
how much it'd
mean to you, girl,
but I can't just
snap both my fingers
and rewrite my story.
So, instead, I
sat here and
wrote you this love song,
but by the time
it reaches you,
you'll prob'ly be long gone,
sipping drinks with
somebody who
never knew heartache
while my heart
barely beats
on the count of
a new break.
Tyler Matthew Aug 2017
I don't need no
chains and whips,
sparks fly from
my fingertips.
Magic, the way
you move your hips.
Magic, when you
part your lips.

I'm no sage,
but I can enlighten.
You crawl to me,
you are not frightened.
Sweat and blood,
muscles tighten.
Draw the shades,
don't let the light in.

You kneel before me,
I can't ignore.
You rake my skin,
I ask for more.
I part your legs
and kiss your core.
Falling from you,
what you wore.
Tyler Matthew Jun 2017
When a woman,
big or small,
young or old,
tells you they're
going to do something,
don't ever doubt them.
They will do it,
and they will tell you,
and it might hurt or
make you laugh,
but you'll be the fool
and they'll be the one
who knows how to make
the fool dance
ever after.
Tyler Matthew Oct 2018
All sinners are born here,
and it's where the good come to die.
Somehow I've made a life here,
and I left another one behind.
Yeah, I left a better one behind.

You told me to pack it up,
and I kicked the dust and went away.
Seems weird just being here
while you're so far away.
Yeah, you're so **** far away.

The things that you say to me
are getting harder to hear each day.
But I must say I'm lonely,
and I'd love if you'd come to stay.
So why dont you come and stay?

I forgot that you hate me now,
so what's a person like me to do?
And I forgot how hard it is
to love someone who don't love you.
I love someone and that someone's you.

All sinners are born here,
and it's where the good come to die.
Somehow I've made a life here,
and I left another one behind.
Yeah, I left a better one behind.
Tyler Matthew Oct 2018
There's a girl from Ohio.
She's only searchin' for true love,
but her hands are tied
to the whipping post
in the town square
where she grew up.

And there's a boy
who lives next to her.
He walks past her nearly every day.
But he thinks that she's
lost her little mind,
so he just turns from her
and walks away.

Her father is a minister,
and her mother is a ghost now.
She never learned to say hello,
but she prob'ly wouldn't anyhow.

Well, there's a girl from Ohio.
She's only searchin' for true love,
but her hands are tied
to the whipping post
in the town square
where she grew up.

Now her tears mix
with the raindrops
fallin' on top of her.
Her heart's caving
like a cabin roof,
and you know
there's no saving her.

And you can hear her
moaning in the night
if you bend your ear
to her, hear her yell.
And even though you
don't know her name,
you know her story
all too well.

And there's a girl from Ohio.
She's only searchin' for true love,
but her hands are tied
to the whipping post
in the town square
where she grew up.
Tyler Matthew Dec 2018
Gunshot, blood pool,
black body, yellow tape,
white chalk, white cop.
"White America."

Tattoos, white hood,
tight rope, black hearse,
red flag, white stars.
"White America."

Blue sky, black sun,
bluebird, blue song,
black stripe, white light.
"White America."

Blue lips, white teeth.
"White America."
Red brick, green grass
"White America."
White coat, black button.
"White America."
I am CRITICIZING racist culture, not glorifying it.
Tyler Matthew Jul 2017
Who draws the blade and
who makes the cut?
One in the same or
anything but?
Who pulls the shade
over my eyes and
who gets my body
when my body dies?
Tyler Matthew Mar 2021
It is one thing to advocate for equality, representation, and unity.
Indeed, each is an inalienable, fundamental right.
But it is a whole new beast to lay waste
to anything that frightens you or that challenges your beliefs,
or that simply does not mirror your very own ideologies.
How heavy the hand of tyranny that now lays across our mouths,
yet how light our opposition.
Though I do acknowledge the delicacy of the issue at hand,
the fragility of the minds of hysterical mobs
who resolve to smashing windows in blind anger,
who ***** out free thought in daft castigation,
or who ban books even, it seems, like those monsters of history
to which they declare themselves to be diametrically opposed-
even in light of that, it is no excuse
to remain subservient to senseless autocrats
and the absurd legislations they bludgeon us with near daily.
To do this – to do nothing - is to lay down and die
without dignity, spineless and shameful,
though it seems that only myself and a handful of others
can recognize this.  Indeed, how easy it is to glimpse from the fringes.
I, a man of only twenty-seven years, do not recognize you, America.
I long for the days of comfort (so far removed from them, I am)
when I could safely retreat into the lofty and quiet halls of my mind
to enjoy a self-assuring thought that only I created -
a thought with no real purpose but to occupy me for a time,
to entertain me in my moments of dull apathy.
Now I shudder in a cold and contrived prison of vetted words
and unnegotiated mandates where I am told
to wrap myself in our flag to keep warm, to feel safe,
that this is for my own good.
I do not recognize you, America, for this thing you have become.
Tyler Matthew Dec 2017
The drunk on the curb,
beneath tonight's new throw
of stars,
breaks his back in asking for
a bride who will pretend.
Yet, no one will say yes to him,
and so he goes unto the river
and sleeps beside a rock,
the diamond-spangled night
to fall upon him
as he shudders.
Quick write
Tyler Matthew Jun 2017
It drives you mad, Eve,
that I won't eat your apple
(now hold your tongue and say it).
Tyler Matthew Aug 2017
I can't define poetry.
I don't want to define it.
Let it remain obscure,
like the forest sounds
you hear at night.
Let it terrify you.
Let it crawl in the dark
as you walk by it.
Does it watch me from
behind the tree?
Perched on limb,
does it sneer?
Poetry defies the cage.
Let it.
Let it get the best of you,
running in circles
around the page.
Poetry is a creature,
wild, pure,
perfect by design,
desired and revered.
Let it escape you,
and then follow
as you will.
Title is subject to change
Tyler Matthew Aug 2017
Ah, summer,
come dancing up the mountain,
bringing near-naked lovers
and flowers and fountains.
Good summer,
and all in good fun,
with women in the shade
watching children that run.
Short summer,
you are all but too brief,
a daze dipped in sunlight,
warm dream of relief.
Dear summer,
time to gather your things
and wait out the winter
to return after spring.
Tyler Matthew Jun 2018
I lost all my ambition
when I moved here with you.
Now I'm in no condition
to do what I have to do.

My mind's mixed up with worries
on track to coming true.
And now I'm in no hurry
to spend all my life with you.

I used to dream of writing
for some big magazine.
Now I dream of hiding
with a bottle of amphetamines.

Some days you say you love me
and want me in your bed.
Other times you loom above me
and drop your judgment on my head.

If you'll just come out and tell me
what it is you want from me,
then I'll lose the pills I'm taking
and put you in that magazine

And everyone can read about you,
with your name beside "forever."
Otherwise, just say adieu,
and I'll write it, "darling, never."
Tyler Matthew Jun 2019
I woke up on the wrong side
of the bed.
I washed my face, shook yesterday
out of my head, and I
opened up my curtains, thought
"what's so great about a blue sky
when it could never match the beauty
that I found in your eyes?"

But I hope you won't remember
how I was at the end, and if
I could go back now,
I'd do it all again
with much more grace and wisdom,
with a tender heart this time,
and I'd pray that'd be enough
to keep you by my side.

I woke up in another stranger's bed.
I looked at her and hated
that all her hair was red, then I
stepped into the city, thought
"*******, I hope it rains -
let the water all run over me
and wash away my pain."

I hope you can remember
how we were at the start, and if
I could go back now
I'd give you my whole heart
and trust you just to keep it.
I'd never be afraid.
Then we might be together
and you'd be here today.
Tyler Matthew Mar 2020
Where embers once burned
'neath smoke's blackened cloud,
a flower now grows
resplendent and proud,

for yesterday's wars
brought little but strife,
yet today all is calm -
may we celebrate life.
Tyler Matthew Nov 2018
You might look at me and think,
"Who have you now become?"
And you might talk to me and wonder
what lies are rolling off my tongue
You could see me in a year
and not believe how much I've grown.
But to you, I'll always be
the same one you've always known.

Even when your eyes are shut,
you know the feeling that I bring.
Familiar like a mother's touch,
or the notes morning birds sing.
And even though the words may change,
it's the same soft humble tone
that swells into a melody -
the one you've always known.

I know sometimes you must expect
a change in me for good.
And even though I fight it then,
deep down I know I should.
But understand, I'm just afraid
I'll break the threads we've sewn.
I cling to you, hold on to me,
the boy you've always known.

— The End —