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Poetic T Jul 2017
Wax is like blood seeping
from the core of my being.

Dare I cut deep within the
crimson till it weeps deeply.

The flame gouges on the body,
gouging on its flavours.

Tears descend until the body is
but pools of what lingered before.
Poetic T Jul 2017
By the water fountain
he lingers hidden from
gazes of others as he is
woeful of his gluttony.

Clambering upon silent
streams that are evaporated
dreams, their  nightmares
are his thirst as he sips slowly.

Fruit may birth from this stream
but he holds back not to let these
waters flow upon the thirsty.
He looks behind with each sip held.

This abandoned monolith of mans
fallen creation, seeds of glass feed
upon the sun. Feeding this abandoned
fountain, secrets are drank slowly..
Poetic T Jul 2017
Woeful of the tides of life my ink
had stuttered on the shores of nothingness


But like the shores they flow many ways
and mine just washed the negativity away


I'm Back......
Poetic T Jul 2017
Herself of infinite possibilities stemming from
that moment...
Drowning within her womb! Never one for reflection,
as those that looked upon the glaring in reflective
gazes where her sisters that were still connected
with her memories.

That which was meant to feed the focus of life wrapped
upon there throats like the hangman's noose.
She looked on hands reaching in the vastness of diluted
life, her screams silent within only her sisters heard her
clamouring  as life was diluted from there figures.

Gazing upon there reflections, no longer a trio of playful
content. two months she was collected in apparitions
that floated around her.. decaying into void reflections.
The silent screams of her sisters lingering through the womb
even though they were gone there cries haunted her.

As she was released the memory faded beyond her innocence,
till age crept upon her skin, and in years that past.
Echoes images of crying babies filled the air, till her eighteenth
and when she gazed into her self she saw herself.
But when descending her sister with opal eyes lingered.

Skin crawled like spiders weaving their thoughts on her
skin, beneath herself things crawled. Videoing herself in
mirrors echoes surfaced like one drowning in nothingness.
And she saw those of her conception reaching forth for warmth.

Looking upon the mirror, the love of those who were echoes
reflected in her absence cried at what was taken before.
A pact was versed for even though there form was lost
a trio of life still lingered within her, from womb till birth.

Now they live a life of echoes each respective of the others
emotions clinging to the shorelines of each consciousness
that washes up. There is a sea shell on the shore but there
is three echoes that live within this moment haunting the
shades of life's passing, never looking at ones own reflection.
Poetic T Jul 2017
I jib my
        thoughts

on the naked page

saturating the purity
                   seeds still damp.

What was pure now violated by contemplations...
Poetic T Jul 2017
My soul is stones
that are descending
                 unhurriedly.

Like feathers clawing
on the tides of my
                      innards.

They are like wishes
never fulfilled,
                       stagnant.

Stones of myself sinking
with age, yearning for more
                            shorelines..
Poetic T Jul 2017
We are the yearning
                   of another,
when we fall silent

We are a circle,
                that has been spun
for a millennia when we fall.
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