Hypnoticwords33

My name is Tyler and I write poetry, songs and read. I love playing guitar and creating my own music. Feel free to dm me if you want to know anything.

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She’s The Devil

I saw her standing alone,

Cute as a button she is,

So I waltz over and introduce myself.

She shut me down.. gee whiz

The night procured into something magical,

The night held its breath as our eyes met

That moment was a rift in space-time.

She strolls toward me and says “Hi, I’m Bernadette.”

We talked and laughed together,

My stomach had a case of butterflies

As we danced the night away.

I see a life built within her crystalline eyes.

She came to my place and stayed with me,

The place got spicy and steamy.

The best I ever had, without a doubt.

Wonder if she found me as dreamy.

A few days go by and I fantasize about her,

Because she seems so perfect for me.

However, this morning I had a little issue,

Because now it burns when I pee.

-Hypnoticwords33

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“1-800 Pest Control”

I crumble under the pain of being.

Help! I’m having trouble seeing;

With all the tears in my eyes.

HELP! Is something obscuring my cries?

Why does no one hear me?

Am I speaking clearly?

Maybe I’m just a fussing burden;

A nuisance, like a disgusting vermin.

-Hypnoticwords33

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“Mental Flowers Wither”

My thoughts are roots of a dying rose,

And the soil is infested with parasites.

Leaving enough life so I don’t decompose,

From the ugly dilapidation of blight.

-Hypnoticwords33

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What is a written piece that is special to your heart, and whats the stoey behind it? Anything youve written

Many things I’ve written are wrote from what I felt in the moment. The closest to my heart is “Break the Cycle” about my struggles with addiction. I wrote it in rehab. They all however have some emotion that I have felt at one time or another. Thank you for your question!☺️

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6 minutes

Everybody is 360 seconds away from dying but that resets the survival clock with every breath.

At the same time every inhale and exhale bring you closer to death.

The morbid reality of tasting oblivion is always chasing you.

You can turn away or run away but one day the reaper will be facing you.

As your life is abruptly ending

Your soul begins transcending

Into the euphoric feeling of infinity

Reaching for everlasting divinity.

-Hypnoticwords33

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“Fuel”

Positive thoughts always turn dark.

It’s a battle within my head and it’s tearing me apart.

I beg and plead for something to ignite that spark,

But all the serotonin and dopamine departs.

No fuel for the fire so I guess there’ll never be one.

-Hypnoticwords33

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“Death Is Easier”

I’m still blind even when the sun is shining bright.

My darkness is more powerful than my light.

Obscuring my vision from seeing my mission.

Hasting demolition of my healthy cognition.

I have a proclivity for more negativity,

Its complexity has me within captivity.

-Hypnoticwords33

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“Glass Hammer”

I don’t know how to be useful

so I remain useless

My neck makes the noose full,

gravity helps with the looseness.

Lay me to rest, 6 feet under feels suitable.

I saw Death and she was beautiful.

-Hypnoticwords33

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“1,2,3,4, I don’t want to be here anymore”

With all the weight on my shoulders, I began to crumble and inevitably falter.

As the fire within smolders, I began to pray but I was left unanswered at the alter

The way I started to think of myself was truly defeating.

A useless man, whom is drowning in self hatred.

Depression puts on the gloves and it’s me that takes the beating.

The light in me that was once shining has completely vacated.

-Hypnoticwords33

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“Relentless”

Life will be the catalyst of my undoing.

Once upon a time, I had a list of the things I was pursuing.

But Life kept knocking me around,

I held strong to everything I planned up to complete

But life kept pushing me down,

Not letting me get back up to my feet.

-Hypnoticwords33

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Divided

Everything you see in the world is mathematical,

But within this world there is information

that isn’t factual.

Data Given by people who want to distract you all.

Doesn’t matter if you’re conservative or liberal.

They use racism, hate, and propaganda to divide us,

But together the pigs are terrified of us.

So they continue to misguide us,

Hoping we won’t coincide and fuss.

We haven’t realized we are all the same,

Trying to succeed and make something with our names.

Politicians, media, and power are the ones to blame,

So let’s stand up and say no to their game.

I don’t identify with the left or the right.

I remain in the center where it’s most bright.

We the people, please come together and fight.

The division among us has weakened our might.

-Hypnoticwords33

I think the nation is more divided than ever and the elites are to blame. Differences shouldn’t divide us, we need to respect our differences and learn to work together. Does anyone else feel the same way?

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“Starburst”

As I gaze into the night skies distance,

the stars shine bright down upon what could be.

What’s written within their brilliance?

A question I often ask myself.

I realize I am one of those stars that shine brightly.

Like a star, I died a long time ago, only now you have sight of me…

Then I shift my focus towards the moon.

Her glow has a profound elegance.

Many nights I lay under her and begin to swoon,

And then I laugh and laugh because

Her luminosity is only from the suns radiance.

If i am a star, did my light shine on one’s specialness?

Then I peer into myself, my heart, my soul.

I am succumbed by the void, lost within the tomb of sorrow.

I’m alive, the lights here somewhere but the search hasn’t been fruitful.

Wandering aimlessly in my own darkness.

Searching for what I lost a long long time ago.

Then I see a flicker, a candle in the distance, At the same time I feel a gust of wind blow.

Threatening my small flames existence…

-Hypnoticwords33

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“Paradox of Retrospection”

Nostalgic scenes play over and over again in my head.

Memories of days that were once filled with joy,

Although reminiscing bears down on my heart with dread.

I long for those distant times when I was a young boy.

The sadness from these visions now feel imagined,

Outweighs the euphoria that they had when they happened.

-Hypnoticwords33

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Ace of Spades

Tragedy will befall on me

Waiting for it to call on me

The feelings constantly there

In the back of my mind, with a patient glare

I try to brake the hold

The more I fight, the more I fold.

Trying to keep my head above the waves

Living is all that I crave

But the ocean has hands wrapped around me

And They begin to surround me

Trying its best drown me

I’m dealt the ace of spades

Good in poker but in life it equals death

And as my consciousness fades

The reaper has finally found me.

-Hypnoticwords33

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Tried to post yesterday but it didn’t. Learned Changes for Ozzy 1 year without us, so here’s a little snippet

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Break the Cycle

In the throes of my addiction.

Battling the woes of my affliction.

I understand not how it controls me,

Only how it consoles me

Im blind to what’s causing my infliction.

Wondering why I can’t stop losing.

Not realizing it’s because of my using.

Why can’t I get out of this slump,

Maybe if I do one more bump.

It makes me feel good, it can’t be the drug I’m abusing.

Possessed by the powder and its glorious power.

Recognizing how it turned my life terribly sour.

It’s time to break the cycle and sever the chains that bind me.

I can finally cut the reigns that once confined me.

A new beginning, a new dawn, this is the start of a new hour.

Overcoming the throes of my addiction

Beating the woes of my affliction.

My brain will still interrupt the process and try to lie to me,

As I navigate finding myself through sobriety .

I am born anew, free from the substances constriction.

A poem I wrote while in treatment for addiction, which I am currently going to school to become a substance abuse counselor! I would love comments on the poems and to hear any other recovery stories or mental health hardships! @midnightpoems @poetrysociety @poeticstories @poetryfoundation @poems-and-word