Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 May 2014
Poetic T
It flows over me, there is no
escape, it holds me down even
though it has no weight.

I exhale, inhale it in, it sends
me to a deeper sleep from which
I may not live.

I am surrounded, light is blocked
out, it fills my lungs coating them
burning them so hard to breath.

It is like drowning in my sleep,
I don't know that its even happening.
No longer am I breathing in air,
just the blackness that surrounds
me.

As I surrender to the sleep
as it covers me like a blanket
of death i am suffocated on
the outside as well as within.
its not always the fire that kills you its the silent partner..
 May 2014
Poetic T
I am a
blank page,
draw my life in words...
 May 2014
Camellia-Japonica
I could compare envy to jealousy
quite easily
but that would be a disservice
to envy
Not to mention a disservice to jealousy.

Jealousy and envy are two
distinct emotions
And two distinct sins but
Envy is both malign and benign.
Envy that most unhappy of the sins.

And, unhappy I was watching you with her.
Envious of her, because she got to touch you
Kiss you, need you, love you.
I wished misfortune on you every time
I saw your joy in each other.

I coveted you.
I scarcely thought of anyone else.
My unhappiness, envy, made me send ill will
your way. Intensely petty thoughts of ill.
So much it made me unhappy, and yet mattered nil.

I'd rendered and reduced you to a possession
MINE.
Why her? Was I not merry and pretty enough?
I desired you above all
yet I was the one to fall from grace.
I turned inward, into a covetous envious hag.

I wanted to deprive you of her
for you to see only me, irony.
In Dante's Purgatory, the punishment for the envious
is to have their eyes sewn shut with wire
because they have gained sinful pleasure from seeing others brought low.

The only one brought low was me.
I gained no pleasure
© JLB
Envy can be directly related to the Ten Commandments, specifically, "Neither shall you desire... anything that belongs to your neighbour."
 May 2014
Poetic T
Sandman catch me if you can,
I will not succumb to your dust
as I am awake, no sleep needed as
I am staying up till dawn it is a must.

You set your traps, reality TV, a
boring show as my yawns happen
repeatedly. I'm not having that,
loud music keeps my senses alive
and vibrates my  yawns to dust.

Sandman I will not surrender,
to your want of sleep, I will win
this battle as my eyes awake,
but slowly succumb as my head
nods forward then back, like a
cradle swaying, my mind is hazy
is lack of sleep driving me crazy.

I see the dawn break, I have won
this round Mr Sand Man, I am
still awake, but my joy is short
lived as I'm shocked awake.

Well played my friend, as I
look to the window pitch black
only moments have passed, I
surrender to my needs, as
my head hits the pillow. The
Sandman sprinkles his dust,
the sandman always wins he
never sleeps on the job.
Sweet dreams
 May 2014
Poetic T
Time is the enemy of man, the
universe is ticking away its
existence, we are but a micro
second in its bigger plan.

We take it for granted, not
realizing the moments are
gone they never come back,
we  have only moments to
cherish to live and to love to
try and leave are mark before
we are dust.

The solar system like a clock
counting down, for every
rotation is time running out.

The time we have is something
we think will last, but we are
but micro moments in times
big master plan.
 May 2014
Poetic T
I wear a thousand faces,
but you see my true face,
the one I want you to see.

Others see my faces, I
change for each person
I meet, they will never
see the real me, that is
only for you others may
never see.

I wear a thousand faces,
each and every day
different situations,
a different face in play,
They will never see the
real me,  the only person
that sees me is you, my
true face the one I will
not hide you see the true me.
 May 2014
Poetic T
Its not suicide
if your already
terminal, its released peace...
They cant call it suicide if your terminal it a release from the pain and suffering of life.
 May 2014
Poetic T
I am but
a slave to
the voice of money...
 May 2014
Poetic T
Your a
memory I
want tattooed in to my mind....
Next page