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 Sep 2015
Poetic T
On the plains of silent gasp did it wonder
Its grace wisped upon the long grass, never
Seen but like the gentle breath of dancing.
It was never hushful in this place of breath.

Air did the grass sway to the movement's
Whispering upon the motions like a melody
Of ruffled motions, it played in this fluctuating
Gesture of tranquillity that always moved.

Swaying in rhythm as if the reeds did play,
As if fond of the others movements and then
Stillness till whispers graced and the plains.
All did dance once again.

On The plain of silent gasp, unheard off torment
As this was the exodus of lost souls, every motion
Brought a sting to the soul, as swaying grass, cured
On this plain of silent breath, silent screams quelled.

Withering in torment, never delve into the silence
As breath it exhales all and joins others moments
Where vessels fell and the anguish breathed upon
The grass. each huddling for away to serenities rest.
 Sep 2015
Gaffer
She watched him sleeping, wondering
When did she stop loving him
Was it gradual
Did she ever love him
Could she love another
Her mind was made up
She would leave tomorrow
He watched her sleeping, wondering
Placing the pillow over her face
Did he ever love her.
 Sep 2015
Poetic T
Little boy of urges hid, birthed in his mothers
Blood of stagnant death, behold the urges bathed
Him now in. Little one grew with morality taught
Only the Bad must bleed the good must be saved
With the cutting of a sterilised blade.

Blood became his urge as he worked with that
Loved, cherished so much. Oozing off objects
Trajectory of A-, From the exiting wound.
A sawn off shoot gun mouth fed then words
Became thought on everything but his mind.

Night earned my respect for deeds done, in
Silence, like a wasp did it sting then awoken
Upon pictures displayed, and then I spoke.

"Do you recognise those now never to utter words,

"I used to let them talk, but they mostly screamed,
"Swore, told me they'd **** me, really??
"Did they contemplate that they were about be silenced.

All was surrounded, sealed upon plastic and duck
Tape to keep that which spilled, kept in. As the blade
Fell, breath, life drained away. My urge fulfilled and
The bad gone permanently away but death is a clock
And tomorrows a brand new day.

My little playmates in their playground of death
At the bottom of the sea, now others have joined
Living breathing taken them away from me. I keep
Them in essence a blood droplet of final breath, in
My walls how Norman Bates of me.

"Come on son just do the right thing,

"Not now dad were having a meeting,
""He pops up at the most annoying times,

I have killed family, friends, lovers have even
Crossed the path that meets the edge of a blade
That makes lies still and fulfils my urges, they
were good I thought but paths were crossed so
They were ended another droplet spilled.

I love my hobby, who can say they love to ****,
Its only the bad that need to worry for when my
Fever peaks, and so many bad people to ****.

"I look at you, and see a part of me,
"But when you turn silent, I'm nothing like you,

I get a call, close up shop. All neat and tidy, like
No one had been here before. Slowly under the
Seat sealed delivered to my playmates  new
Hidey hole. Now back to work and see what splatter
Awaits that I didn't cause.

"Mmm yep I'd say their dead, as I don't think?
"Don't worry I found their head behind the sofa,

God I love my job, cant get any better than this.
I`m A Dexter Fan.
 Sep 2015
Poetic T
On the edge of ever after she wondered in  petrified peace
Lingering between her thoughts always missing a piece,
All was charred yet vibrant her soul two sides were weighted
Can one ever out last the other, it was time that always waited.

Would she fall if the scales tipped, like motions of a tide,
She would falter but not fall her soul caught as if now tied.
It was of Onyx and lucent morality and of a conflicting  mind.
A battlefield waged upon her flesh, her thoughts were mined.

On the edge of ever after she wondered silent each morning,
For when each broke a tear fell as if she was in mourning.
 Sep 2015
Poetic T
I slept the cold night in my black sleeping bag
Quietly I slumbered, not removed yet the price tag
My hair caught in the teeth, yet I was still time did drag
I was of the notion of underdressed in just my rags.

Eyes wide open on the bench, oblivions vision
I was exposed for all to gaze upon eyes on collision
Was I wanting to be here? that was not my decision
Feeling I was missing myself as opened up for excision.

I was silent that whole time my lips never shifted,
lonely as my belongings now strewn and sifted
I gave others my unwanted, each hopeful now gifted
Death was a silence I was gone but now I am lifted
Just another day
Same as the last
She knew nothing else
Only to feel pain

She belonged to him
There was no escape
Did all he asked
Never said no

How nobody saw
Those blackened eyes
The darkest of bruises
She never knew

He was older
To this young woman
Forced to find respect
Of a husband she hated

Never to bear a child
Because of the damage
The kicks he gave her
Did to her body inside

Knew if she escaped
He would track her down
Cut her beautiful face
Make her suffer in time

Too scared to tell
For would anyone listen
Who would help her
When he was her owner

So she continues to serve
Keeping it all in silence
Never to know real love
Always a slave to fear
Copyright © Chris Smith 2012
 Sep 2015
Poetic T
The Bone saw pulped on its intended,
Sedations mulled over a mirrors
Reflection, our laughter ensued.

I cracked your mind and played with your
Introspection, rouge fingers played inside.I took
Your mind and pickled it in a jar,

Thoughts now taste like vinegar,
 Sep 2015
Poetic T
I held your hand you gripped it hard
Wishing the pain would pass quietly
A tear fell and I wiped it slowly clear.

You were silent, mumbled thoughts
Worded in you eyes like a lighthouse
Every unspoken word was seen.

I stuck in the  knife one last time then silence.
 Sep 2015
Poetic T
Eyes* never forward,
         Less glancing into
                  
Soulless* reaches of **death,
 Sep 2015
Poetic T
It had fallen and all was awash with ash
Burning what was once valued cash
I held on to it, a motion unknown I'd slash,
No time for pity food would be stashed.

I wore my mask in this bleak dead time
All was chaos but I'm no longer in my prime
Survival was an uphill struggle at times a climb.
If they were near the bells would chime.

Could I depend on others, eyes never seen
Masks hiding truths behind shaded screens,
We were survivors a group no more than eighteen  
The stupid thing I miss the taste of caffeine.

Random I know but Jesus that taste,
But that was a different time now all erased.
Gone with the ash, now humanity unplaced
I wear this mask, a sign of humanity disgraced.
 Sep 2015
Poetic T
Staring out of the window a blank stare
Radiates outwards, cold methodical
Unfeeling of what is seen.

"What do you think,

As not even a glimmer of life breathes forth
A reply, and they just stare at the film reel
Of scenery that leaves eyes behind.

"We'll be their soon, don't worry,

Head leans forward as eyes brushed closed,
Nothing is missed it wasn't the others times
When eyes stared to long now closed.

"What shall I do with you,

"I know I spy,

No answer comes back, just silent, vacant
stillness.

"Fine be like that see if I care,

Dried up roses sit on the back seat. petals
Scattered over the vacant area, others
Dyeing an old wet jacket soiled and haggard.

"May I borrow that I have some thing in my teeth,
"Don't worry Ill give it you back,

He leans over, and removes it, making an
Unpleasant squelch as if not wishing to
Let loose that which is desired.

"Look I gave you to look after,
"Not to own its mine,

With a final pull taken with force.
Picking slowly at that piece of burger stuck
Lodged in-between two teeth, them a bump.

"Holy mother of crap,
"This is your fault for not releasing it when I asked,

As blood seeps from a lip, teeth bathed in droplets
Of crimson smudged with every painful lick and
Touch of their grazed lip.

"Here have it back,
"It was mine, but now I'll... I'll...,
"Who am I kidding, not like it can do anything else,

Sitting back in the car a hanky chief held tightly
Between teeth lip and tongue. Were here now?
Don't look so shocked, as headlights glare.

"Now look I prepared it for your arrival,
"Always best to plan ahead,

A picnic sheet, is laid on the dry grass, and then
As a stiff crack is heard echoing out, from
Where rigor-mortis  has set in like stone.

"Wow maybe I drove a little too long this time,
"But you liked the views didn't you,

As the knife again pulled out of their chest,
wiped upon the sheet.  it was a cheap thing
Only good was to wrap up unwanted things

"Good as new,

Sweat drips on the ground, as the shovel
tightens the shallow graves soil,
Leaves pulled from the boot cover evenly.

"Another one rested, I do enjoy these drives,
"Next one may have to be shorter?

Getting in to the car looking at the empty seat,
Thinking of how soon another like ones
Before will sit in that seat and enjoy the ride.
 Sep 2015
Poetic T
Delusional essence saturates
On the darkness held below.
A happy face bleeds a killer crimson
Smile, wont you die laughing.
Inspired by my avatar :)
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