Tyler Zaremba and Pal
—Poetry by Tyler Zaremba, Central Texas
—Photos Courtesy of Public Domain
pacing by
a solar flare
gripping myself
I turn back
Undiagnosed.
* * *
depression is better except
for the depression
nothing is better—except nothing
* * *
escape your mind
claw inside yourself
to freedom:
imprisoned with a crimson crown
a solar flare
gripping myself
I turn back
Undiagnosed.
* * *
depression is better except
for the depression
nothing is better—except nothing
* * *
escape your mind
claw inside yourself
to freedom:
imprisoned with a crimson crown
gut-wrenching emptiness
with unattainable goals
—the mirror’s gaze
* * *
what I discovered today
about tomorrow
would’ve made me happier
yesterday
* * *
aging cat’s eyes close
empty energy keeps me awake
who will go first?
with unattainable goals
—the mirror’s gaze
* * *
what I discovered today
about tomorrow
would’ve made me happier
yesterday
* * *
aging cat’s eyes close
empty energy keeps me awake
who will go first?
mask after mask
dusk after dusk
another beautiful leaf
dies
* * *
insomnia in a separate bed
with cold hands and somber eyes
distantly a dog barks
* * *
my tears fall
thinking why
I did not cry
when they found him
dusk after dusk
another beautiful leaf
dies
* * *
insomnia in a separate bed
with cold hands and somber eyes
distantly a dog barks
* * *
my tears fall
thinking why
I did not cry
when they found him
Coalesced futility.
Weep for the potential of what could have been
As the world dims from what I’ve become.
* * *
Their sanity questioned
By petrified psychosis
Nailed upright
* * *
Prison bars made from sunrise and sunset.
Neverendingly finite.
Is each moment a key to freedom or another unbearable cell?
I’ll never know.
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Today’s LittleNip:
I ran out of coffee
and am too depressed
for suicide.
—Tyler Zaremba
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Welcome to the Kitchen to newcomer Tyler Zaremba! Tyler lives in Central Texas as a human and works as an attorney. He enjoys micro poetry, metal music, and wildflowers. Again, welcome, Tyler, and don’t be a stranger!
Tyler’s poems are a little dark, but, well, we’ve all been there…
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Northern California and otherwheres,
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Photos in this column can be enlarged by
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in the top right corner to come back to Medusa.
Would you like to be a SnakePal?
All you have to do is send poetry and/or
photos and artwork to
kathykieth@hotmail.com. We post
work from all over the world—including
that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
Just remember:
the snakes of Medusa are always hungry—
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