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 May 2014
Poetic T
We know its coming from
the day we are born, the
sleep we never wake from
never to see that new dawn.

We sleep so long, the moments
with eyes closed in readiness
for that faithful day, we waste
are waking moments rushing
to that end that comes to everyone
naturally.

The sleep is coming early for
some short were there days,
before there big sleep comes, it
will happen in many different
ways, but one and all life is
short, shorter for some. We
must live our lives, for when
the big sleep comes have you
done that was meant to be done.
 May 2014
Poetic T
She has sewn with love
patches on my heart,
covered those holes made
by others in my past.

She was gentle, dabbing
it with kindness, removing
the shrapnel of betrayal
that had put so many
holes with in my heart.

She sewed it with a needle
of love, she put feelings
in the patches that soothed
the rough parts so the
patches laid soft.  

She had been gentle from
the start, to patch up the
holes from my past. She
had left a patch work patten
on my heart, for now love
could enter ,this was no
longer a heart with holes
but a patch work design
that was sewn with love.
 May 2014
Poetic T
Are lives are like follow the
dots, like painted by numbers,
are whole life are world is nearly
always selected out. We don't pick
what we want, its connected from
birth, where we live to what are
parents have done, dots connected
from number one.

Our lives are colored in this color
for our never changing life, mapped
out for what we want, but is there
away to make a change. To not
connect the dots to color are live a
different way.

How about instead of dot one to two
we connect randomly make life
different from what other want it
to be. we color by thought not by
numbers thought by others who
want are to turn out color are life
instead with fun.

We must paint our lives the way we
wish it to be, not  to be connected
as others see, we are our own person
where it was Grey bright Red with
a dash of Green, instead of a sheep
of dots, lets just have a picture made
the way we want it to be not drawn
by other live how we want to be.
 May 2014
Poetic T
We are many
marbles in the
black cloth of space.
 May 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
Each And Every Day

I try to see the man inside
When others turn away
They all pretend that he's not there
Each and every day

I bring coffee in the mornings
To help warm his inner soul
We talk about the life he lives
How his day it will unfold

I give advice on where to go
When the weather gets to cold
Knowing that the words I say
He hears but will not hold

I check on him each morning
And make sure that he's alright
Hoping that he heard my words
Found shelter through the night

He tells me that the bottle
Is what keeps him warm inside
I know that he will not let go
Of the comfort it provides

I try to see the man inside
When others turn away
They all pretend that he's not there
Each and every day


Carl Joseph Roberts
 May 2014
Joshua Haines
I'm a ******
I don't do drugs or drink
my only flaw is how much I think
I don't believe in God but I believe in me
And I don't know where I belong on my family tree

I don't propose that **** is based on a girl's clothes
I suppose I'm dumb or brilliant but who really knows
You could say that I'm narcissistic or have low self-esteem
with a girlfriend with a pocketless pocket and a head full of dreams

Whoa that didn't flow, that last line
Imperfect effort seems to be an attribute of mine
Look at this rhyme scheme, it's so diverse
I guess I can get away with this; I couldn't get any worse
One favorite, three favorite, fifty-four
Give me validation, I could always use some more
Hello, Hellopoetry! You've been so forgiving
of my beautiful poetry that reflects an ugly way of living
Tell me, tell me: Should I write more?
What if my sadness is gone, and my melancholy no more?
Will you still love me if I write about crinkle-cut fries?

"****. No more suicide poems, does this kid still try?"

Is there still a Josh Haines if he no longer cries?
Is there still a Josh Haines if he doesn't wanna die?
Is there still a Josh Haines if he starts to fall?
Is there still a Josh Haines if he gets it all?
Is there still a Josh Haines after every kiss?
Is there still a Josh Haines after he writes all of this?

Eh. Maybe, baby. Maybe.
 May 2014
Poetic T
The dead are gone we can never
have them back, we can remember
them, in photos or memories, many
ways but they are now departed
never to come back.

The way we can honour those that
have fallen now in there grave, is
to do things in there memory. Do
things that would make them proud,
to show them that even though
there gone you are and will always
do them proud.

The dead will be remembered, even
though they are gone, we do things
to remember them to make them
ever so proud in memory of those
gone, now memories in are
photos they will always live on..
 May 2014
Poetic T
Life sometimes can be a weight
Too heavy to bear, until we are
Crushed under the force, it drains
Life, thought, energy till there is
No willingness anymore.

And with that last lift to push it
Crests above us, we fall further till
there is no more, and then the life is
Empty. We find are selves thinking
Thoughts that we wouldn't have before,

That thought is with us where ever
We go, till that time are last breath
Leaves, the weight is lifted we are
Free in a sense once more...
The weight of depression is to heavy for some..
 May 2014
Poetic T
I am like you but not you.
I am one of you but I am myself.

We are the same but different.
We are one but individuals,

Our minds are singular.
Our minds together can change the world.

We are all, we are us,  we are me or you.
We are all the same but we are all unique
in are own individual ways.
 May 2014
Poetic T
We were like magnets, we had attraction
but when we got close we would always
push each other apart.

We would be so near, but the distance was
no where near. If you had been my south pole
and me your north, I could be with you always
nothing would ever pull us apart.

But we are one and the same,
different but this would always push us apart.

A love that is seen but we can not touch,
I wish were more different,
but we are like the same poles and this
means we will always be apart.
 May 2014
Poetic T
You awake from your sleep next
to me, I see beauty before my
eyes you smile look at me, you
go for a kiss then exhale, its like
something died in your mouth
during the night so powerful I
fall out of bed.

My god I can taste it in my nose,
my eyes water, you ask did I hurt
my self with my fall, I have to tell
her the truth.

She looks open mouthed, I have to
be polite and ask her to shut her
mouth. To extinguish that breath
use mouth wash, toothpaste, Jesus
something just to rid you of this
death breath you keep breathing
out towards me.
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