Tag: Dreams
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Chasing the Sun
There are things in this life worth chasing Hope, a distant sunset, ever fading Only the chase keeps it alive How fast must you be To fight against the light’s fading How much heart you must have To chase what is leaving, never had
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Those Faces
Beautiful faces hoping To catch the warmth of a yawning spring Forever youthful, glowing These faces have dreams to sing
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What I’ve Wanted
“My friend read your poetry She said you are someone Who doesn’t know what they want”
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Free Write 2/6/2023
My first thought was anger. My second thought was pride. I guess there was a third, a burning wrath, built up from all those failures.
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Poetry On A Phone
It is my poetry Dark rooms, a glowing phone
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A Rant Poem, I Guess
A poem by Tyler Golec Drinking now, Listening to silence contemplating… Does this really matter Reading fancy phrased advice, pretty much saying Try hard, try harder, keeping trying hard I got lucky this way Maybe it will work for you I don’t really care how it worked for you Will I read this magazine front…
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A Fall Sunday, 2016
Google maps says the bus should have been here at 1:26. It was 1:29 at that point. The bus may have been early, but I had been at the stop for five minutes. More likely, it was late. Seattle in the early fall wasn’t a bad place to wait. It wasn’t raining today, and I…
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A Good Love
Tyler Golec, I think a good love would be watching animes curled up and together free of ostentation when we have to read subs because we caught up to the dub
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Princesses of Muerning, part 1
Chapter 1 A long time ago, where stories like this often begin, in a castle. Its towers rose from the mountainous slopes like crystal spears; as cold and hard as the ice of the mountain that the castle was carved out of. It was warm inside though, where the two sisters played. One had sun-lit…
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And We Howl
Tyler Golec I’ve seen the brightest among us tossed Mangled, bodies strewn on train tracks Spirits now, riding the rails to Cyberus To raise a glass with Hemingway And adventure with Hunter S. Thompson Far away from this here bat country Where shiny vampires sell novels And Bram Stoker rolls in his grave …
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