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Written by Tylasmith in portal Poetry & Free Verse

love has no cost written on carboard

pressed words 

untop carboard boxes 

enscibed in permant marker 

 a story

withering the through the bent cracks 

of ashen and dry hands 

a hobo

who is home bounward 

begging to be found

in the arms of a stranger 

looking for love 

in the wrong places 

so he holds up a sign 

will love for free 

he doesnt ask for a price 

for his love 

he just wants love genuine and free 

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Written by Tylasmith in portal Poetry & Free Verse
love has no cost written on carboard
pressed words 
untop carboard boxes 
enscibed in permant marker 
 a story
withering the through the bent cracks 
of ashen and dry hands 
a hobo
who is home bounward 
begging to be found
in the arms of a stranger 
looking for love 
in the wrong places 
so he holds up a sign 
will love for free 
he doesnt ask for a price 
for his love 
he just wants love genuine and free 




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Written by Tylasmith in portal Micropoetry

Scared to be lonely

I think your scared to let me go 

thats why you keep pulling my heart 

ontop of your body 

even though you know its best to let the flame burn out 

you keep planting theories of me and you 

making through the darkness 

and trying to grasp for each other 

in such a dim lit room

lets blow out this candle 

lets become melted wax on the dresser 

lets sink in the oakwood coffee table 

lets our love become like smoke 

from a candle 

evaporated and gone

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Written by Tylasmith in portal Micropoetry
Scared to be lonely
I think your scared to let me go 
thats why you keep pulling my heart 
ontop of your body 
even though you know its best to let the flame burn out 
you keep planting theories of me and you 
making through the darkness 
and trying to grasp for each other 
in such a dim lit room
lets blow out this candle 
lets become melted wax on the dresser 
lets sink in the oakwood coffee table 
lets our love become like smoke 
from a candle 
evaporated and gone

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Written by Tylasmith in portal Micropoetry

beautiful lies

something beautiful about lies 

there easier to listen to

so easy to listen to you about how you love me 

but I love to fall alseep to your lies 

because it easier to live in reality ,

you still love her 

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Written by Tylasmith in portal Micropoetry
beautiful lies
something beautiful about lies 
there easier to listen to
so easy to listen to you about how you love me 
but I love to fall alseep to your lies 
because it easier to live in reality ,
you still love her 
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"Give me something to hold on to..." Write with this in mind. Happy love month, everyone! Tag with #heldhands and me @poeticasymptote
Written by Tylasmith in portal Romance & Erotica

something

Give me something to hold on

I am tired of holding unto empty of words

of baseless promises of you mailing me your heart 

in white box tied in a bow 

give me something to hold on

cause this kiss ain´t enough to 

keep me holding unto to friday 

when I am yours 

Give me something 

to hold on to 

this high I get everytime 

your around 

give me something 

to hang unto to

because I am tired of waiting for you 

to man up and tell me what you want.

Give me your heart 

and I will give you mine 

tell me what you want 

and I will tell you what I want 

I will stop playing games 

and flirting around the subject 

I will just stop

talking in riddles and hypotheticals 

I will just be upront and forward 

with what I want

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"Give me something to hold on to..." Write with this in mind. Happy love month, everyone! Tag with #heldhands and me @poeticasymptote
Written by Tylasmith in portal Romance & Erotica
something
Give me something to hold on
I am tired of holding unto empty of words
of baseless promises of you mailing me your heart 
in white box tied in a bow 
give me something to hold on
cause this kiss ain´t enough to 
keep me holding unto to friday 
when I am yours 
Give me something 
to hold on to 
this high I get everytime 
your around 
give me something 
to hang unto to
because I am tired of waiting for you 
to man up and tell me what you want.
Give me your heart 
and I will give you mine 
tell me what you want 
and I will tell you what I want 
I will stop playing games 
and flirting around the subject 
I will just stop
talking in riddles and hypotheticals 
I will just be upront and forward 
with what I want
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Describe an angel. Literal or figurative. Then head on over and describe a demon. Tag me.
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Persphone and hades a match made in hell

angelic                                                            devil 

holy                                                                hellish

adorned in white                                           adorned in black

  purified                                                     stained 

and freshly bathed in holy water                   and freshly bathed in boiling blood 

sun kissed by heavens rays                             burned by hades triton

wrapped in owl wings                                   wrapped in the wings of bat 

freshly frosted in snow                                    freshly frosted with remains of the                                                                                      crematorium

halo                                                                 horns from the bones of an ox

of white lillies                                              

enlaced with strings of gold                               enlaced with his veins

                                                                         his name is hades

her name is persephone   

there´s something beautiful about hell and heaven 

hell makes heaven beautiful 

heaven makes hell inxoticating 

                                                      

                                                                           

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Persphone and hades a match made in hell
angelic                                                            devil 
holy                                                                hellish
adorned in white                                           adorned in black
  purified                                                     stained 
and freshly bathed in holy water                   and freshly bathed in boiling blood 
sun kissed by heavens rays                             burned by hades triton
wrapped in owl wings                                   wrapped in the wings of bat 
freshly frosted in snow                                    freshly frosted with remains of the                                                                                      crematorium
halo                                                                 horns from the bones of an ox
of white lillies                                              
enlaced with strings of gold                               enlaced with his veins
                                                                         his name is hades
her name is persephone   


there´s something beautiful about hell and heaven 
hell makes heaven beautiful 
heaven makes hell inxoticating 


                                                      
                                                                           
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Written by Tylasmith in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Olympian

she trains everyday 

she prepares for the track 

she gets in the mind set to win

and to lose 

she envisons the finish  line 

she prepares her ears for the crack of gun

spillting through the chrystal blue sky 

and she runs 

from her past 

until she reaches the present 

she reaches the hurdle and trys to jump over it 

but it trips her 

she back on the ground 

she push off the ground 

and gets back up 

and starts again

she runs with pace and precison 

and focused 

on her goal 

to escape the past 

and move forward in the present 

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Olympian
she trains everyday 
she prepares for the track 
she gets in the mind set to win
and to lose 
she envisons the finish  line 
she prepares her ears for the crack of gun
spillting through the chrystal blue sky 
and she runs 
from her past 
until she reaches the present 
she reaches the hurdle and trys to jump over it 
but it trips her 
she back on the ground 
she push off the ground 
and gets back up 
and starts again
she runs with pace and precison 
and focused 
on her goal 
to escape the past 
and move forward in the present 

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let's talk Mental illness

depression makes you feel guilty for living

it sucks the damn joy out of you 

it makes you feel crazy 

isolated alone 

it boils hate 

it envies the smiles of stupefied faces 

that have to make no effort to smile 

it cause you to miss out on the opportunities life has 

because you can´t force yourself to get out your damn fucking bed 

take a shower so you soak in your sadness and damn fifth because who the fuck cares if you live or die fifthy  because your going to be buried in the dirt when you fucking hang yourself or like last week  overdose on pills get so close to reach heaven and then damn ambulance comes and saves you 

and your parents face looking dumbfounded when there by your side on the hospital bed 

and saying damn I didn't realize your depression was that serious, and now I am back on medication I am fighting this battle with 3 people me myself and I  

they thought it was situational 

 because I was involved in abusive relationships. 

yes I am book holding secrets 

I was sexually harassed and assaulted when I was younger.

yes I never got over her death 

I lost my best friend to brain cancer when I was in fourth grade .

I get a to check up every once in awhile because my thyroid swells up and they have to check for cancer.

I also lose my hair it regrows and breaks off because of I have a form of alopecia

but all of that escalates my depression and it makes it harder to deal with 

Yes I want to die yes I am sorry I will never stop feeling this way 

But I will try to fight  I constantly feel guilty for being depressed 

I deal with my depression on my own 

I don´t involve anyone else 

I fight the battle alone 

because I don´t want to be anyone charity case 

maybe its pride why I don't want to write about my old friend named depression

or maybe its fear because I don't want to be seen as crazy 

depression is this merciless battle of trying to stay afloat in your ocean of emotions 

trying to ride the wave 

I am constantly under a gray cloud 

I try to escape it

buts like it is choking me 

pulling me under 

in the darkness 

I wallow in sadness 

It really pisses me off when people are like 

I hate to see you sad I love it when your happy 

then I get sad because I feel i have to push myself even harder to be happy 

or either I beat myself down because I am depressed 

and want to die 

Yes I want to take a gun to my head and splatter my brain

I am quite agitated with life 

another thing that just pisses me the fuck off

when people are like your so caught up in your problems when you write 

I am the most selfless person you will ever meet 

I focus my time on other people all time 

concerned about their happiness

and slowly not fighting for mine 

because I don't care about my happiness 

because I never been concerned everlasting happiness 

because I realized I was never going to attain it 

my writing is the only thing I do for me

so yes I write about my problems 

my writing is my therapy

not a fucking a hobby 

or cute little story that causes me to pick up writing 

I swallow my pain

I internalize everything

but my writing helps me let everything off the table 

thats why i love prose 

 

 

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let's talk Mental illness
depression makes you feel guilty for living
it sucks the damn joy out of you 
it makes you feel crazy 
isolated alone 
it boils hate 
it envies the smiles of stupefied faces 
that have to make no effort to smile 
it cause you to miss out on the opportunities life has 
because you can´t force yourself to get out your damn fucking bed 
take a shower so you soak in your sadness and damn fifth because who the fuck cares if you live or die fifthy  because your going to be buried in the dirt when you fucking hang yourself or like last week  overdose on pills get so close to reach heaven and then damn ambulance comes and saves you 
and your parents face looking dumbfounded when there by your side on the hospital bed 
and saying damn I didn't realize your depression was that serious, and now I am back on medication I am fighting this battle with 3 people me myself and I  
they thought it was situational 
 because I was involved in abusive relationships. 
yes I am book holding secrets 
I was sexually harassed and assaulted when I was younger.
yes I never got over her death 
I lost my best friend to brain cancer when I was in fourth grade .
I get a to check up every once in awhile because my thyroid swells up and they have to check for cancer.
I also lose my hair it regrows and breaks off because of I have a form of alopecia
but all of that escalates my depression and it makes it harder to deal with 
Yes I want to die yes I am sorry I will never stop feeling this way 
But I will try to fight  I constantly feel guilty for being depressed 
I deal with my depression on my own 
I don´t involve anyone else 
I fight the battle alone 
because I don´t want to be anyone charity case 
maybe its pride why I don't want to write about my old friend named depression
or maybe its fear because I don't want to be seen as crazy 
depression is this merciless battle of trying to stay afloat in your ocean of emotions 
trying to ride the wave 
I am constantly under a gray cloud 
I try to escape it
buts like it is choking me 
pulling me under 
in the darkness 
I wallow in sadness 
It really pisses me off when people are like 
I hate to see you sad I love it when your happy 
then I get sad because I feel i have to push myself even harder to be happy 
or either I beat myself down because I am depressed 
and want to die 
Yes I want to take a gun to my head and splatter my brain
I am quite agitated with life 
another thing that just pisses me the fuck off
when people are like your so caught up in your problems when you write 
I am the most selfless person you will ever meet 
I focus my time on other people all time 
concerned about their happiness
and slowly not fighting for mine 
because I don't care about my happiness 
because I never been concerned everlasting happiness 
because I realized I was never going to attain it 
my writing is the only thing I do for me
so yes I write about my problems 
my writing is my therapy
not a fucking a hobby 
or cute little story that causes me to pick up writing 
I swallow my pain
I internalize everything
but my writing helps me let everything off the table 
thats why i love prose 


 



 

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my words

reach inside 

and pull at the heartstrings 

play on paper like a song 

evoke feelings meant to be kept a sercert 

they unravel down the page 

and 

they lock unto your heart 

and keep you comfort in the dark 

they sing hymmns 

of misery 

they wither through your bones 

and reach your lips and cause you to sing the same notes 

of hope and hopelessness 

they push you down to the surface 

and cause you to grapple with logic 

cause you to question my decisons 

scream at me like your reader 

and I am the character 

yelling with pleas of no 

my words bleed 

blood 

tears 

and pain 

posionous dipped daggers prepared to kill 

and attack and leave you for dead 

hand built coffin 

filled with snake like thoughts ready to contrisct snd choke 

and sink their venomous teethed dreams 

of devoring flesh in the middle of the night 

begs of mercy 

screams pleads of sucide 

fights with the commonaltiy of human thinking 

fear to think out of the box 

to address subconsciounous thoughts 

to threaten the foundation of reality 

questioning if what we are lving right now isn´t just a matrix

they play peek a-aboo with the sunshine and walk out of the darkness every once in awhile 

and built such words of strength 

of sunshine 

the beauty of life 

it springs rays of hope 

in such hopeless situations 

it creates a rainbow of black and white 

suffocates you in her feelings 

warms the cold sky 

sometimes make a  day with sunshine seem dark 

rainfall of tears 

wet paper 

soaked in emotion 

a constant book 

written in motion 

never stopping 

always dribbling nonsense 

and addressing what is not addressed 

my words of all 

emody me 

My words alter the perception of how I view the world 

depending on how I angle my eyes 

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I got this idea from a poetry workshop I went to yesterday: Write a poem about what your words do. "My words change" or "My words never lie" for example. Make it as creative as you want! And tag me @LiberalPoet.
Written by Tylasmith in portal Poetry & Free Verse
my words
reach inside 
and pull at the heartstrings 
play on paper like a song 
evoke feelings meant to be kept a sercert 
they unravel down the page 
and 
they lock unto your heart 
and keep you comfort in the dark 
they sing hymmns 
of misery 
they wither through your bones 
and reach your lips and cause you to sing the same notes 
of hope and hopelessness 
they push you down to the surface 
and cause you to grapple with logic 
cause you to question my decisons 
scream at me like your reader 
and I am the character 
yelling with pleas of no 
my words bleed 
blood 
tears 
and pain 
posionous dipped daggers prepared to kill 
and attack and leave you for dead 
hand built coffin 
filled with snake like thoughts ready to contrisct snd choke 
and sink their venomous teethed dreams 
of devoring flesh in the middle of the night 
begs of mercy 
screams pleads of sucide 
fights with the commonaltiy of human thinking 
fear to think out of the box 
to address subconsciounous thoughts 
to threaten the foundation of reality 
questioning if what we are lving right now isn´t just a matrix
they play peek a-aboo with the sunshine and walk out of the darkness every once in awhile 
and built such words of strength 
of sunshine 
the beauty of life 
it springs rays of hope 
in such hopeless situations 
it creates a rainbow of black and white 
suffocates you in her feelings 
warms the cold sky 
sometimes make a  day with sunshine seem dark 
rainfall of tears 
wet paper 
soaked in emotion 
a constant book 
written in motion 
never stopping 
always dribbling nonsense 
and addressing what is not addressed 
my words of all 
emody me 
My words alter the perception of how I view the world 
depending on how I angle my eyes 

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Evil queen

let me tell you the story of the evil queen maybe you will change your request 

my dear because when your heart is mine I intend to devour it in my mouth

broken 

by the world 

unloved and left in the coffin 

left to die 

her heart was slowly dying 

so she took snow white 

to revive her dark soul 

from returning to the coffin she was born in

a coffin of hate 

she wasn´t evil she was good 

she was just dying 

and she was trying to find a way to survive 

her heart was glass 

unable to feel 

so she was numb 

she envied snow white cheerfulness 

and her lovely heart 

she began to obsess over her heart 

because she was a reflection of how she used to be 

but her heart died when she fucked the huntsman 

and had snow white 

she lost her soul in her hatred 

so that is why her heart is broken 

but her soul is empty 

you wish to hate and not feel 

but the problem is it is impossible for you to not feel 

 

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Evil queen
let me tell you the story of the evil queen maybe you will change your request 
my dear because when your heart is mine I intend to devour it in my mouth
broken 
by the world 
unloved and left in the coffin 
left to die 
her heart was slowly dying 
so she took snow white 
to revive her dark soul 
from returning to the coffin she was born in
a coffin of hate 
she wasn´t evil she was good 
she was just dying 
and she was trying to find a way to survive 
her heart was glass 
unable to feel 
so she was numb 
she envied snow white cheerfulness 
and her lovely heart 
she began to obsess over her heart 
because she was a reflection of how she used to be 
but her heart died when she fucked the huntsman 
and had snow white 
she lost her soul in her hatred 
so that is why her heart is broken 
but her soul is empty 


you wish to hate and not feel 
but the problem is it is impossible for you to not feel 

 
#BrokenOrEmpty 
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Moses- Harriet Tubman

Big dipper in the sky

Lead me to freedom

Sing me a hymn to guide my way

Whisk me strength

So I can reach

The promised land

Let Moses guide my hand

Let a lantern light

Show me mercy

Quilt me a story of passage

Send me an angel from

The north

And ship me down to glories road

Let me bathe in clean and fresh water

Let me start anew

Let me reach freedom

Let me sleep one day in my own bed

Let me just get a taste of freedom

Just dribble some freedom down my lips

Mouth dry and cracked and bleeding with blood

A rope imprint lined across the left jaw

Back hunched

Hands up in the sky

pleading with you

DEAR LORD

LET

Slowly closing her eyes

And she dies at freedoms gate

Barely in

Barely free

She was still shackled in her chains

She was still slave

A slave to freedom

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Moses- Harriet Tubman
Big dipper in the sky
Lead me to freedom
Sing me a hymn to guide my way
Whisk me strength
So I can reach
The promised land
Let Moses guide my hand
Let a lantern light
Show me mercy
Quilt me a story of passage
Send me an angel from
The north
And ship me down to glories road
Let me bathe in clean and fresh water
Let me start anew
Let me reach freedom
Let me sleep one day in my own bed
Let me just get a taste of freedom
Just dribble some freedom down my lips
Mouth dry and cracked and bleeding with blood
A rope imprint lined across the left jaw
Back hunched
Hands up in the sky
pleading with you
DEAR LORD
LET
Slowly closing her eyes
And she dies at freedoms gate
Barely in
Barely free
She was still shackled in her chains
She was still slave
A slave to freedom
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