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Poetic T Jun 2017
focus on the ****
sights collect, gullible prey

antlers collect prize
Who says the hunter is the winner
Poetic T Jun 2017
My mind is full of static, like a motion of
Black & white snow descending on my
Reflections that are now being secluded
From the other.

Contours of barely visible echoes shudder beneath
The enveloping suffocation that is my own worst
Enemy. Blaming those secluded for the emptiness
Decaying underneath the sheath of nothingness.

I want to see the colour of red and white bleed from
My visual cortex, claiming them as slaves of my
Celled prison that I'm concentrated within.
Bone is stronger than reflections as I just stare within myself
Poetic T Jun 2017
Indulging on the strands of
my reflection regurgitated
in the likeness of your
                                hollowness.

I slumber like the dead.

Awoken my petals rejuvenated,
then you pick them singularly
corroding my strength to a
                                              stem.

I slumber like the dead.

My wings open as you pluck
my flight of freedom, grounding
me to the realization I'm
                                           forsaken.

I slumber like the dead,
but I'm always reborn.

My demons try to pick
apart my inner beauty.

My demons try to suffocate
my outward reflection of self.

But as long as I slumber, I rise
like a new sunrise. I may set,
but each days anew, and I will
never slumber to my demons.
Poetic T Jun 2017
Everyone thinks! but are of politeness,
but then you have those few eggs spoilt.

Got to thinking there's is bigger,
but when others view, smirking quietly.

O**ver reaching there efforts of
superiority, but I just walk smiling on.
Poetic T Jun 2017
Collecting tears that fail
                 to materialize,

Instead I smile with
                 unused frowns.

Emotions spilt like milk
                 I drink deeply

And I just carry on and on...
Poetic T Jun 2017
I could do tricks with those fingers
balancing acts of precision breath
was controlled for this moment.

One false move, and that moment lost,
sighs were heard, head shamefully hung.
As I would have to start over once again.

"OK fingers don't fail me now, I rotated  
getting a rhyme, I heard the excitement
as she released her ecstasy on fingers.

I was her fidget spinner, fingers fine
tuned to do those tricks to make her
world spin, she fidgeted in ecstasy.
Poetic T Jun 2017
fossilized footprints
collecting echoes of time

child's footprints do tread
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