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 May 2014
Brendan Thomas
Welcome
To the place
Where dreams die

Where darkness prevails
The sun doesn't rise

Agony and anguish
Together here thrive

Life choices made
This is home when you die

So, Welcome home
Home for all time
 May 2014
Poetic T
I stood there thinking what
to say, but i knew you wanted
to hear what was happening
while you were away. I stepped
closer so you could hear me, my
words were shaky but I knew
you would listen to what ever
I had to say.

I started with what had been
going on, the interesting things
you had missed while away, you
were always good at listening to
what ever I said, didn't matter the
time night or day, you listened to
the boring the nonsense that fell
out of my mouth each day.

I lied next to you so we could be
closer, I would often lie next to you
never making a sound, just being
next to you got me through the
next hour the next day.

It was getting late, I had talked
for hours, you listened to every
word that I said, I love you, as
I got up brushing the dust from
above, I always left flowers removing
those that were just stems in decay.

I will be back soon my baby, I
miss you so much, as I touched and
kissed your grave. I'll not leave it
so long next time, I love you still
everyday, you being gone brings
pain to me. But I will see you again
when my time comes, till then
my love know you will alway be
the one.
 May 2014
Poetic T
I am but one rain drop up in the
cloudy sky, ready to fall all the way
down, I rest in the clouds watching
below the sights I see from up above
are enough to evaporate me in
one go from here.

I drift over the sea, friends in the
big blue I see so many traveling till
it is there time to evaporate and
be one with the clouds once again.

I float over many places, sights I
do see, the things that scurry
underneath me so many things
does a rain drop get to see.

I feel it is my time to go to that place
below, as I release it starts to go cold,
I freeze and change from a liquid to a
solid, such a pretty pattern I have become.

I see friends on the way down, different
shapes from me, but still the same on
there trip from up high to that place
down below.

I land softly, not like before when I was
liquid and splashed on the floor, I will
lie here looking up, till my time is up
and I evaporate upwards. Then once
again join my friends in the clouds,
watching once again every thing below...
#rain #water #travel
 May 2014
Poetic T
Imagination as the mind
explodes, creation from the
hand spills from the mind.

Random images flood the surrounding
walls like a gun shot to the mouth the
thoughts splash over the walls.

Dripping through the fingers creations
drawn written an expression as a mind
on overload.
 May 2014
Poetic T
I have called many places home,
Not ever staying long before I have
Moved on. my roots never left taking
Root, these place just a temporally
Place never really a home.

I met people not really friend but we
Always got on, then my roots would
Up lift and then take root not to deep
For this place may not yet water my
Roots for me to stay very long.

I then found you, then a little longer I
Stayed, then as time moved on my roots
Dug in deeper as this slowly felt like home.

I  have now spread my branches out, my
Roots now deep in this place now where
I rest this is my home. I will stay here
My roots now grow, I have moved so much
But now I am not alone, as this is the place
I rest my weary feet and call it home.
 May 2014
Brendan Thomas
I stood in the street
                       In the suns direct heat
                                                       I melted

                                                       Into
                       The storm drain below
Mixed with the water

I began to flow

Far far away
                     Home to the ocean
                                                     From where I once came
                                                     Back in the sun
                     Heated  I rose
And again fell as rain
 May 2014
Girl---unwanted
The only freedom we have is the
unconditional love we have to give
and the painful confessions
we offer to the blank page,
there is no judge
but our conscience
and the earnestness of our hearts.
 May 2014
Poetic T
You were a friend to the end but the urge to
do it finally closed myeyes, when I opened
them yourlife had ebbed away. Just silence
which cleansed the screams away.

I knew what I had to do, I had thetools ready
to do those unspeakable things to you, but never
worry your not here any more just a cadaver
that will soon be in pieces all over my floor.

I use my knife cut you from throat to your *******
whoops I just chopped of your meat and veg ****
it you don't need them any more. I play with
your  ribs blood once warm now cold in my hands.

I think of a xylophone as I tap the knifes, dull noises
but they sound like musical notes, I smirk and laugh
a bit thinking of what you would think, as I play
musical notes down on your ribs and laugh some more.

I take your heart, it slips on to the  floor, ok mate it
slipped from my hands, don't look like that you don't
need it anymore. I unravel your intestines as they unravel
over the floor, reminds me of spaghetti just needs meat *****.

I have played enough, parts of you on me, I tasted part
of your liver like Hannibal lecture, I wish I could tell you
this but it tastes like horse.

I cut patches from your back, parchment a canvas of
skin so I draw, blood is my paint as I draw a skull,
then a dove you are free like the bird, no pain or
fear any more.

I feel no regret, you were a friend, but I use your
blood for hand print pictures on my wall as I
put it on my face on my chest.  I write I am the killer
and now I am complete the circle of life is complete
as I get the knife and move it across then I paint
with my blood now across the walls.

I feel tired, but I am in a red sea of peace the room
once white now red is painted on the walls. I think
of what I have done, I cant help who I am no one could
have changed me I've done what I have done I'm at
peace now slumped on the floor.
 May 2014
Chalsey Wilder
Don't judge my outer shell
Don't judge the marks or scars on my skin
Don't judge the look in my eyes as you spit the words of sin
Don't sear your judgements in my brain
Yeah ok, you think I'm insane
I hope you know that this inner pain does it
The pain you cause and from many others
So don't judge the tears that stream down my face
Sad angels cry the most
An angel as sad as I deserves to let these tears fall
So don't judge my outer shell
Don't judge it at all
Don't say I'm mental and insane
You don't know what has happened to me or what I've been through
So don't judge my outer shell
Till you've looked within me
Maybe then you'd see why I'm like this
Maybe then this will shatter your killing spree
Don't judge anyone's outer shell. I am trying not to myself.
 May 2014
Poetic T
She's open like a 9 till 5 store, night
shift worker short skirt cleavage
enhancing bra, making it look like
she has more than she has got. She
can offer you different services, its
just how much paper you have in
your wallet to what you get and see.

She smiles, does the deed she'll
swallow for extra, but she asks are
you clean? She smiles when finishes
licks the last bit off her mouth, she
gets out and again walks the street
to find the next drive by wallet, that
wants some late night fun.

She smiles when she sees you but
under that smile is disgust, a job not
wanted not wrote on her next CV. A
single mother with no job, a friend
looks after the baby, a job not wanted
she throws up after every meet.

The world is not what you think, some
do this 9 to 5 job not because they like
it, but to pay bills to put food on the
plate. Because no one is going to help,
the father ran out and left her with
the baby. She is strong for her little one
and does this so she can care for her
baby. hoping that one day she'll
not need to walk the streets.
People don't do thinks because they want to only because they have to..
 May 2014
Poetic T
I say I'm this you say your that online
friendship an illusion of  pixel's seen
on a screen. I say I'm the age I think
you want me to be, but I can be what
ever I want behind this screen.

I talk with you and also them, grooming
them to be an online friend, I am not
what you think. I am older younger I
could be sixteen but really fifty three,
my age and *** is what I  wish it to be.

For online friendship is an illusion, you
see pixels and words can tell a thousand
lies, but you crave a friendship and with
that you found me and my lies.

I could ask you to do things, if not you
the new friend I meet last week. I am
an online friend but you'll never really
know am I a woman, a man  for all you
know I could be a teenage kid showing
friends what you sent me to show everybody.

Now on the web, for all to see and show.
Trust  no one that you have never meet in
person, as an on line friendship is just as
fake as the picture you may see that person
you'll probably never meet.
Don't trust the picture or the words of those illusions you see on the screen...
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