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Poetic T Jun 2017
A mouth can
hurt more than
         any blade...
Poetic T May 2017
A tear is but a sentence of
                                  sorrows

Where a tissue is a novel of
                          life's  
failing moments collected.
Poetic T May 2017
Our shadows persist
whence we were collages
on times breath.

Elegantly dissipating from
the collection of momentary
fragrances.

Till we are silhouettes of
memories, notes falling
into life shattering within obscurity.
Poetic T May 2017
Knee high to a blade of grass,
he in kind verse took this friend
of four hooves for a stroll.

Telling of his Daddy, how he
was saddled with his Father.

Caressing the wind and earth
they were as one on the prairies,
sleeping together hooves held
him steady in moonlight slumber.

Your Father was there for my Daddy,
even when he parted, he slept next to him

He would put his hooves upon the
breast of my fathers grave, I swear
your father cried tears like life.
That's why their next to each other now,
                           riding into the sunset of life.
Poetic T May 2017
Our emotions are
                  badges
that shine or are hidden
from sight,
due to there dull nature.

Tarnished by others
                   blemished words.
Poetic T May 2017
silk covered pillars
wrapped around ****** smiles

tightly grasping sight
5/7/5
Poetic T May 2017
My ink is your addiction,
       you just want to tear up
the paper and smoke it.

High off the metaphor
         syllables post illusions
of verse in your mind.

My ink is your addiction,
        and every verse gets
smoked, words are your high.
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