Biography of Tyler Burke
Simply put, I am a young out-going boy whose been through many different life changing events. I love poetry and it is one of my favorite ways to express myself. Hopefully, someone will see how I invision, listen like I speak, and will read like I write. Maybe even someone will discover my talent and love for poetry. I was born on Friday The 13 (which to me is lucky not un-lucky) , and has a desire to be known as someone who understood.
Tyler Burke Poems
The Angel's Name
They all are known, but none are seen. They are but real and in our dreams. When walking down a lonely winter's solstice, It will come help and bring you your justice.
Was found alone Was found astray All that's wrong will come today.
It stops you in your tracks They steal your attention What others had always lacked And even knowing that was a sensation
To crown a king You must find a man To find a man You must seek truth
Fruits Of A Relationship
You pick the fruits that allow your relations to grow You mold them mend them with your mind like dough Some we love and some we hate
What Was Once
What was Once Now does not contain such, But what was Once Leans on your past's crutch.
Have you ever had old anger That comes back like an old story? When you remember when you were just strangers, But you were lifted in love and glory?
I can not sleep, I can not dream For all the demons await for me. My eyes will close, a tiring dose Down into the nightmare I shall go.
Set To Blaze Red
I heard the sparks And saw the blaze. That's how it starts. A black pillowed maze.
For all the reasons to love her back, Disregard them and do not keep track. But then again you see her side, Her image strong won't leave your mind.
The Angel's Shadow
The angel's shadow is in mind It overrules it as it's shrine For it's intentions speak so loud But hidden actions, silent sound
My youth is a corrupted one So violent and dark it cools the sun. Do not worry, do not fright, people like me continue to fight.
I can see what they can't I try to explain, they don't understand. They get mad and begin to rant My mind just thinks on different lands.
That Angel Called 'It'
Wait too long, you'll miss your cue. Do not wait, you'll miss her too. Wait for what? That perfect time? Or wait to shut, and curtail thine.
I can see what they can't
I try to explain, they don't understand.
They get mad and begin to rant
My mind just thinks on different lands.
Where I see first, they live the now,
They can't see, so they call foul.
They treat me crazy as if it hurts.
And pierce my heart with invisible darts.