“Here Again” by Tyler Sorrell

We’re here again,
Dark spaces with little light where we think we’ve seen it all, 
Yet only fragments have been shown.
Right back where the effort is all distorted and the hands on our clock are now full grown.

Reaching for life, all in this space of emptiness, where we’re full of our nothingness to one another.

Down in the gutter.

I’ve been here many times before, 

You know I’ve been the runner away in this chase of commitment, where along this crash course, it’s the start and finish.
I can’t diminish the good times, the laughs and lusts of intimacy.

Only the faith that it would soon be you always next to me.
I’m simply relinquishing.

We’re right back here again,

Just me and myself, back on upon the bench or shelf, sitting highly yet still stray, never again to see that light of day.

Same place we wished we never see,

In the shadows of the heart that barely pumps the flow of true love through the veins…

Now only distributing pain. 

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“Love Exists?” By Tyler Sorrell

Searching for love where it doesn’t exist; here.That’s my reality.

Yours lacks gravity.

What keeps you here, still & in place.

The lust to stay grounded, stable in your own space.

Will there ever be a day that we love face to face,

Without the virtual clicking that my touches replace.
Love exists here, nevermore.

The days before are what I adore.

When we could explore the laughs and the rapid rise of emotion.

To take care of one another and express our true devotion.

Now we can’t even share the same motion without someone signaling us to act upon their notion.

Why can’t love find its way here.

Over there is nowhere, and it stays.

Seeded in the lost world of thought.

Within the cyber world where new love can be bought.

In the tangible world where loveless wars are fought.
Where can love be caught?

“Now-a-Days” by Tyler Sorrell

Now a days,
People won’t help you unless you’re walking dead,

Towards the endless roads of despair,

Gradually losing hair.
Now a days, 

Love has become blind,

For its vision spies no direction.

There’s hate in its reflection.
Now a days,

Yesterday’s are tomorrow.

The past is your future,

The present has no presence.

Now a days,

The truth tells lies.

The lies hold secrets,

All still seen clear within their eyes.
Now a days,

Your enemy is your friend.

Their friends are your enemies…

May the war begin.