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 Mar 2015
Poetic T
It just hung there, rusted shut
Black as coal
Cold
Vibrations
Feeling's
That was not meant to be. I seized
My limbs frozen as if blocked upon
There reach.
Inscriptions placed in tongue
Of old.
"signati inter stratis universi"
I took my camera
Photos where as if nothing seen
Static,
White,
Blank
Visions of a black that cant be disguised around
Blossom of pink delectably spread around.
But beauty often hides the thorns,
That which is perpetual
That which seeps unto this world
Old,
Malevolent,
Malignant
Darkness that is like a whisper
Permeating into this world.
It is a gate,
A portal to a place that light does
Not enter or exit from this place.
The gate to......
I walk away as if hurried from this moment,
Ushered with a momentary....
"Where the hell am I"
"I cant ****** remember the last few days"
"I sense a smell of blossom"
I fell heavy as they tell me
"It's temporary"
I had hit my head some place,
I'll get my memories back.
I open my back gate and my hand retreats
As if knowing of danger,
But I once again reach,
"Nothing"
My head aches,
As I sleep I dream of pink blossom
I see the gate...
They find me three days later
Fear distorted upon my features,
Scared to death, died in my sleep, finger frozen
Out of reach,Scratched into my headboard
"The gate is open"
"The blossom has fallen"
**"The gate, the gate the ga............"
 Mar 2015
Poetic T
I screamed, but no one heard
Still as death my eyes were
Closed
My prison
Eyelashes were my bars
Concealing,
Obscured,
Silence
Only disturbed by breath,
I began to sink, the white of my eyes
"My island of purity"
Slowly washed away by the tides of
My pupils, the storm of terror
Was upon me, my fingers slipped
Each digit pealed from the bars of my eyes,
"Then all went dark"
I was lost in the nothingness,
Thoughts,
Shards,
Splicing
Up my mind, a battle raged
within, but my body was as still as death
I had demons that sharped each claw,
Cutting in my subconscious,
Tainting innocence,
Now the corrupted into horror behind
Closed doors,
I looked in vain, sweat was like
Raindrops, each fell never landing
Eternally falling, a
Noise,
Faint,
Oceans
Of thought below my feet,
I impacted beneath
Courage,
Fortitude,
Determination
Of character, as a whisper
Upon a pollen of thought, drifted
So tiny
Underestimated
Within its strength,
For words were spoken so quietly
"The darkness is weak"
"Nightmares have no control"
"Find your light"
"Shatter this illusion, take control"
As I hit down, light
Permeated,
Infused,  
Crumbling
Under the light,  oceans of pure
Thought splashed over me, fear
"Was washed off"
The bars once imprisoning became as before
As they were separated, I stood again on my island of white,
At the moment of separation,
I awoke, Darkness kept me still,
But in silence, I have the power to awaken,
Nightmares have no control, the are
Figments,
Illusions,
Misconceptions
Of the mind, that when a crack fragments,
Darkness creeps in, sleep well now, you are the
Master of your dreams, creation of fantasy
Sleep well, never let darkness consume,
Always have sweet dreams and awaken well..
 Mar 2015
Poetic T
They float these pink balloons
Strings hanging down, they
Sway back and forth like
Leaves in the wind.

Weighted down never to reach
Beyond their moment, never to
Fly free, these pink balloons,
Swaying in the wind.

Scuffing  across the floor, neither
gravity keeps them grounded, or
These pink balloons never to
Let this hanging moment soar.

I have many pretty balloons, my
Favorate is pink, pink is the colour
Of flesh, a beautiful tone. One
I like to cut and bleed, as they hang
There slowly strangled floating on air.

What will take them, floating along
Scuffing feet plead for the ground,
But I like to pierce the flesh, like a
Balloon life does deflate slowly
Then gone as if never there.

I have many balloons suspended, some
Stagnant still, while others twitch.
Floating just above life, gliding
Closer to death as they hang upon
String neither here or there.
 Mar 2015
Poetic T
I think this does not do me justice,
It is an ill fit, I wear underneath
Even though it doesnt quite fit.

I wear it for others, to make
A statement to show others my
Dedication, for a cause that
Will show those that I am like
No others, I do what I feel  is right.

I wear it with pride, as I walk through
A crowd, children laughing as adults
Walk around. do they look at me guessing
The vest I wear is about a statement.

I look around as I do what must
Be done this vest is a message, I
Am everywhere in a split second as
Screams and silence scream out
All at once.

I was a person who wore a vest
It was ill fitting, but now those
Who didnt know me, now see me as I
Showed them my vest, to the world
A statment heard not by voice but
By the person wearing this vest.
 Mar 2015
Poetic T
Its chimes like a lullaby, one
Ancient, cursed. In the soothing
Moments the horror sings out.

Never is it wound up, the lid
Opens a jar, a sensation of
Serenity, to those allured  
By its corrupted song.

Old wood opens as a blackened figure
A wisp of old reaches forth. The music
Plays, soothing on the sense, but all
Is about to change.

Each note lunges in the mind, each
Corroded note, changes thoughts
Of kind, serenity is morphed into
This altered state of mind .

It doesn't matter child, woman
Man, all who hear this ancient
Lullaby cursed upon man and soul.

Object in hand, nothing else is  
Heard only that the music is
Everything, it whispers on Skin,
Bone and mind.

Each drop of blood is a note,
Each scream is but chorus in
This Lullaby of death. It
Gently fills the air with its
Soothing intentions.

The lullaby will never end, the
Figure a wisp upon a stand,
Bows to the audience of blood,
And slowly closes its lullaby of
Death. It has once again sang its
Song, and all is silence once more.
They said she was a strange girl
The odd one out in any group
Dressed in black, like a vampire
So they threw stones at her

She liked to listen to Heavy Rock
While they listened to the lastest Pop
Spat at her, rubbed things in her hair
Called her bad names and dragged her down

She excelled at school. she did her best
She was always the top of her class
Still they would make her life a misery
Tears would stain her black eye liner

Her parents found her, hanging in her room
With a note telling of the sadness of her life
Those that caused it, they never cared
Over the death of a poor strange girl
As poets we have the words that reach out, that can shock the reader. We can make a stand on many subjects and that is why each poet has something valuable to say and I read.

Chris Smith 2010
 Mar 2015
Poetic T
The brain is a terrible
Thing to waste, will it
Make me smart, will
It give memories of
Past mistakes.

Fingers are the digits
That have wrote a thousand
Words, think what they have
Touched the senses they felt
Around the world.

Eyes are the window to
The soul, they have seen many
Things to enlighten the mind.
To wish they would never open
Again for fear of what was seen,
But never to see it again.

A heart it beat for love, sorrow
Touched more than we know,
It beat from birth it has beat more
Than a million times, each energy
For life from the start.

Friend I ask you this, why when
We eat do you think of these things,
Don't think of there parts as what was
And what they were.

They are dinner for us, to fill are
Stomachs nothing more, there were
What they were, but know just
Parts food to feed  us nothing more.
Do you ever think about what you eat
 Mar 2015
Poetic T
There was a lamp, dark and
Black,
It was rubbed, polished
The wrong way, Ash filled
Smoke filled the room, and it
Said a wish is to be made.

A desire, a thrill, an untimely
End
to those who have done you ill.
"I will grant you these three"
"Do what you wish"
And I will always fulfil.

Wish one, thought through,
Motioned with a but a word
Spoken to this wisp of form
Eyes red as burning bright coal.

This wish is to bring a loved one back
"I wish for her to be in my arms"
"To sleep in my bed once"
Eyes awoken a silhouette greets
As sheets pulled back.

Horror absorbed before the eyes
As gaunt features meet tears
And screams and cries.
"I wanted her back, in my arms"
"You did not wish her alive"
For she was already dead. And isn't
Death the lonest sleep of your lives.

"Details my sir are the moments of thought"
You wished for her in your grasp,
But she was buried long after life had left.

"I wish"
"I wish"
Don't think, lips spit words in
Anger and anguish. And what happened
Now may happen again.
"I wish to see her, alive"
"Breathing upon my skin"

Wishing is said so it is done, a
Haze of moments , and once again
The smile so loved, a moment relived
And soon to end.
"What have you done"
"What trickery has your black mist once again done"

You wished for a moment, where
Breathe and life were one, you
Never said a,
Date,
Time,
Moments
Are many too infinite to  count, you didn't stipulate
Which one where life breathed out.

And with that steel crunched, this moment
Relived, Third wish, final count. I
Wish for her to be the survivor
I wish to trade my life so hers doesn't
Go without. and the car filled black
Ash
as with each wish had done.

"Your wish is my command"
"Fair well friend"
As a third wish played out, Moments
Were passing as life choked out,
I saw her escape the wreckage,
Life for a life given with out doubt.

But a black lamp is as evil as it gets,
For his last moment in life, his
Beloved ran for help, only to be
Taken under the wheels of a van,
Black lamps INC
Was the sign on the back,
A tear fell, as the writing read out
"The devil is in the details"
"You should always think things out"

She had survived the accident,
My life given without a doubt.
But what I hadn't said how long
My loves life moments, years, its the
Details that will get you, now not
Only one life lost but two now fading out.
Never trust a black lamp..
 Mar 2015
Poetic T
The darkness it burnt upon my
Angel wings, they wilted, with
Each moment of this forsaken
Place, my soft skin did  haemorrhage
Tainted with each breath every
Movement that I crawled upon
This acidic land corroded my light .

My white turned yellow, changed
From pure to black, I was in agony
As that which was white should
Never be turned to that. I was
Winged, not able to give motion
To the air, I was a ground dweller
As if wings were a weight a persecution
To the time of air, now dragging like
A weight a conscience upon my back.

I must have walked upon this scared
Land, I must have moved these once
Pure now tainted as dragged like sin
Behind my back.

I was before I fell, I contemplated
That which I had been and that
Which this land whispered to me
Become. The light was dulled, smothered
Like a wet blanket over a fire, Suffocated
What burnt bright, now I was being
Extinguished my dulled light.

I remembered I fell and my skin smelt
Sulphuric with a hint of light, I knew
I had bleed hatred behind me, I knew
That I had been left, abandoned to this
Isolation. My wings had regained there
Imagery, they were like crows feathers
Pure, dark, black as night.

I despised  those above, their light, ignited
Hatred, deep within where something that
Beat but know was just black, I launched
Upon the breeze to take me vengeance
Upon that purity that  glided, flowed.

I am that which will take those of higher
morals and bring them to the place of
Solitude, of loneliness, they will remember
The pain of those they had been left in the
Darkness,  For light can only last so
Long before it becomes what was before.
#light #darkness #fallen #
 Mar 2015
D I A
I stand here watching
Waiting for you to move
To stand and smile
Your cold corpse stretching.
Tears fall upon your lips
Skin the colour of polecian
Your beauty unmarked and still
Like the marble on which you lay
Paler in death than life
Pearled droplets in midnight blue hair
Lips a faded red
Eyes closed
A masterpiece to Death
And I your killer
Weeps.
 Mar 2015
Imperfect Desire
Am I the only one that has their demons feasting upon their souls?
They say it is easy to tie a noose around your mind,
To overcome the urges and temptations of ending your life with a suicide
They don't know the true pain and torment that is going on in my head
An epic battle that leaves me with restless nights in bed
"End your life already" they say, as they prey on me during my weakest hours
Sometimes I give into the voices, carrying the sharp blade to my wrist
Crying as I struggle to mutter three powerful words that keeps me going
Choking on my sobs, my lungs deflate with a desire to say that God loves me
I try to convince myself that God is trying to test my faith
And to just wait, wait and wait
Then my Demons will eventually go AWAY.....



~Imperfect Desire **
 Mar 2015
Phantom Byron Lorde
I walk alone
Through dark streets
Playing night games
Behind closed doors

Along vacant roads
With toxic memories
Of forgotten journeys
From deceased days

Love long deserted
A heart destroyed
From nightmarish times
Never faded oblivion

Never seeing me
Just another shadow
Forgotten and unknown
I walk alone
Copyright 2015
 Mar 2015
Poetic T
I blackout it begins, the
Other inside wants its time for fun,
To do those things I wouldn't want
Too know, I am his puppet
Trapped within.
My cage is my mind
Sealed,
Caged,
Entombed
I do not know where
My body goes when he is within.
Ever do I worry when the darkness
Will awaken
Where,
When,
Time
Has passed, when the fog dissipates
From my mind what has it done
too others or me.
My darkness I see as I look at a
Reflections of me,
I see into his prison
Behind the eyes he smiles awaiting
To start my torment, we are the
Same coin but different are we,
"The dark side"
"The light side"
"One shell"
We share between you and me.
Will there always be one of two, hating
The other side, as only one can be in
Control and I will fight him to the edge
And I will hopefully *win.
NEVER LET IT WIN
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