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Poetic T Jun 2017
Carbonated shimmers are
luminous on the taste buds
of sight, I drink deeply.

The bubbles of creation make
my perspective intoxicated,
Inhaling every sheen tasting deeply.

Not realizing some have exhausted
there lingering seethe. Tastes had
died longer before I tasted upon them.
Poetic T Jun 2017
Tattered souls congealed, paintings on  purgatories
skyline, never are they falling just lingering.

Stitched with blunt needles, there tears shine on those
in gorged  form. Saturating other within their afflictions.

Tearing upon hollow forms they evaporate like reversed
snow flakes corrupted, they fuse regrettably with the skyline.

Others look upon there regrettable existence, and see
the clouds of their meaning, its only a matter on time.
Poetic T Jun 2017
There was a rainbow of droplets
collecting momentarily in air.
So much beauty in discomfort,
not mine that of another, dead.

He was on the gravel, in a sorrowful
position, he was and then was less.
his thoughts collecting on the further
reaches of the rooms décor.

I didn't want to play the role of the
villain, I was the mercy he had needed.
Fading like a flower transparent of
colour himself fading to nothingness.

I was but a consequence his hand was
on the point of no return. I said
"I'll do it from behind so you don't see,
But his head nodded in haste, as tears fell.

I hadn't take a sip all week, I just knelt
before him his finger painting a vivid
moment of thought, captured later in
solidifying crimson metaphors.

We sat there for what seemed eternity.
Stars had faded in the time of these moments
extinguished within his tears, he spoke on word.
"Thank you, an echo then silence, I walked away.
Poetic T Jun 2017
Origami sails migrate on the
                        waves of breath,  
motions sway its heading.

a voyage of whispers not
                    collected upon,
Motions are collectively wavering

Shores are never attained for
                              flurries fail,
and it sinks crumpled below.
Poetic T Jun 2017
Barren raindrops cultivated
             desolate eclipse's
that over shadowed her.

A thousand seeds fell
                  like snow
evaporating before growth.

Her fields were barren
                  and her tears
                          sorrowful.
Poetic T Jun 2017
A collage of used thoughts forcibly
moulded without my consent.

Their immunity of past repetitions
never wiping away.

I'm a shadow of there past, that
will urinate on there passing

Forgiveness isn't in their vocabulary,    
I'm a collage of pain.
Poetic T Jun 2017
The amount of
                      ****-you
messages I rhyme to those unworthy

Of simplistic syllables , that cant picture
                      METPAHORS

Linguistically etched verses that mean
                      MORE THAN WORDS..

I'll bury those of unused wordings, disabled in
                     VERSE, CLING TO LAME VERSES....
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