Biography of James Tyler
Im generally a low-maintenance person, Im pretty easily amused/contented. All of my poetry is based around my life, or derived from it.
I use my poetry as an outlet for my feelings. Sometimes it's sad, other times it's happy. Really the poems are a reflection of how I'm feeling at the time.
James Tyler Poems
Who is my father? He’s a star in my life. He keeps my in line, And keeps me out of strife.
I Miss You
I miss loving you But that’s not really true It never really stopped It just sort of grew
The bright shining stars, A twinkling hue. These simple little dots, Remind me of you.
For mothers day this year, I really wanted to make you cheer. This is the result of all you do, And never ceasing to make it through.
A shock of life As he burst out the door No sense of strife And he’s begging for more
Not An Easy Game
Not knowing which feelings I’m feeling the best Not knowing which person I’d choose from the rest
A blossom in cold winter’s night My love for you is this To wrap you in my arms so tight And seal it with a kiss
She's Trying To Kill Me
She's trying to kill me And the thought gives me fright She throws me around And straps me in tight
I came to the kitchen To get a quick drink I opened the fridge And paused there to think
The breeze on my face, And the sun on my skin You know it’s a race To be the first one in
You’re hard as a rock And smooth like glass As tall as the trees Yet small like the grass
Inside Of Nothing
This feeling inside I’ve felt it before It’s one of a kind I don’t want anymore
A shock of life
As he burst out the door
No sense of strife
And he’s begging for more
In the sweltering heat
Back and forth
Swing his legs to beat