Read Poem: Lonely Dog, by Tyler R. Martin

I stand confused in the mayhem,
Lost in the modern haze,
Where the artists stick to standards
And drown in the modern craze,
But I won’t believe their shit is gold
So I’m a lonely dog, shaking in the cold.

I will not judge your poetry
By its social justice score,
I don’t care for your politics
And your social causes bore.
So since I won’t believe your shit is gold,
I’m a lonely dog, shaking in the cold.

I will not watch my language,
I’m sorry if my words offend,
But my art trumps your feelings
I don’t care and I won’t bend.
So since I won’t admit your shit is gold,
I’m a lonely dog, shaking in the cold.

I might be the pariah of my peers,
But then again, I suppose whose to blame?
They, who avoid the disgrace of outcasts,
Or I, immune to such shame?
I won’t believe their shit is gold
So I’m a lonely dog, shaking in the cold.

Read Poem: Starkweather, by Tyler R. Martin

Anyone who can go through life

Sober, free and clear headed

Without killing themselves or someone else

Deserves a fucking award.

Without the comforting

Tang of wine or whiskey

I would have been

Another basket case,

Another Starkweather,

Born to raise hell

And fanning

The fucking flames.

Read Poem: For Katie, My Love, by Tyler R. Martin

This pissed off poet’s heart now resides
With the girl of green-blue eyes…
Her hair so blond he can only weep
With visions of it in his sleep

For his daily thoughts encountered doom,
As thoughts of her began to loom,
And cause his obsession it did grow
He bit her neck to let her know!

And she bites back, ain’t that cool?
He’s feeling like a drunken fool,
Falling fast, his brains on fire
Its burning up on Katie’s pyre

The perfect smile the beauty wore,
Shook the poet to his core,
Just a glance would make him moan,
He simply had to take her home!

And although this structure’s not unique
Fuck off with your dull critique,
For the girl of green-blue eyes
Is an angel in a girls disguise

Read Poem: Last night’s dream, by Tyler R. Martin

Sweet little girl with a teddy bear,
Standing almost naked on her porch

Eyes blue, perfectly round, large as dinner plates
Glimmering like jewels in the golden morning sun

I approach, smiling, leaning down to meet her eyes,
I ask her how’s life in her little world today

From her mouth comes the sweetest little voice
Telling me I’m a fucking asshole

Read Poem: Haunt, by Tyler R. Martin

Abandon me
Please won’t you phantom?
Apparition don’t appear.
Abandon me
Please dark ether,
You fill my nights
With fear

Leave me
Sorrowful specter,
Haunt my floor
No more,
The way you smirk
and giggle
Shakes me
To my core

You’re unwanted
Wicked wraith,
Please incorporate
Elsewhere,
Cease the seizure
Of my family,
For that I can not
Bare

Read Poem: A look on the bright side, by Tyler R. Martin

Empty atoms, in empty atmosphere
Compose dark clouds over head.
Empty coffee mugs catch rain drops from above,
Clouds empty out like bitter hearts now void love.

There is emptiness in every single soul,
Empty actions, empty goals.
There is emptiness in the illusion of control,
Empty husks in hollowed holes.

Empty waves of skyborne static strike
Motionless, trembling Maple trees below,
Empty fires billow upward, smoke and burn,
As hollow husks blacken smolder and churn.

Empty friendships and empty lover’s words,
Seas of fractured empty hearts.
Empty holy books and porous works of art,
Empty efforts, failing starts.

Read Poem: My Seraph in Disguise, by Tyler R. Martin

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A beauty thought reserved only for nature,

Somehow now resides within your eyes,

How can such magic be earthly normal,

Is it real, or just some clever guise?

I wonder, are you a true mortal woman

Or a Seraph, an angel in disguise?

–Your hair of a goddess, with golden streaks

Falling gently on tan, smooth skin;

I envy it, caressing your neck,

Cascading down your back, touching your chin.

You’re speaking softly, with love in your eyes,

Giving me a glimpse of your gorgeous mind,

Such a serene, tantalizing feeling,

Something of heaven and earth combined.

And with a pitch like some divine instrument,

Yours: a voice that serenades so sweetly,

From a grin like a summer sunrise,

A few notes and I’m enthralled completely.

Because truly, I wouldn’t be surprised

Were you to admit to me tenderly:

You’re not just my love, my prize,

But my Seraph, my angel in plain disguise.