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Poetic T Jan 2018
I have a broken
          me...
ta..
                                               phor...
         no one understands its meaning.

Confused with the inner
         emptiness of a shell
            with no substance.

Do you understand what I'm trying
           to say without telling
                                           you the truth
of my conclusions??
Poetic T Jan 2018
We only live once,
           the question is are we living
          or sleeping through
                           the wonderment of life..

Never run through life walk it slowly..
                    Don't sleep through it,
open your eyes and look at what you can see
                                     when you look closely..

                     You'll see more
and enjoy the walk
because we can only walk a path so long...
Poetic T Jan 2018
In terms misunderstood,
                we are all reflections
                           of our domineer
which is a negativity that others
                                     see before them..

Let ourselves be seen in a reflection
             that isn't condescending.
  We are the mirror of our thoughts,
         that we need to look deep into daily..
Poetic T Jan 2018
Nobody likes me,
           I may as well make them
     all eat worms...

Where once there was ridicule,
           now there's  just silence.
          Everybody hates me....

But now there no longer versing,
               now its just me rehearsing
my tears for there funeral....

Once is for sorrow
                 twice is a rehearsed verse
        third times the charm..

No one will know,
          that I'm the one that
                        silenced there verse.

Once they spoke,
           twice they made me cry,
  third time I cured the disease...

I'm happy now that I can sit quietly,
        I'm smiling now that words are dead.
              ill sit here in silence,
And absorb the silence of there passing..
Poetic T Jan 2018
I collect crayons,
              that I coloured eyes upon.
All where closed but I painted them
                                 open...
Death can only have you when you
    shut those lids of sight  open to life.
But when there vacant it comes instead.

I coloured there lids that were
                                  closed tightly shut,
Why should I give it the fulfilment
                    when I have so much fun left.


I use blue, green & brown,
such pretty colours, I use hues of both.
       Remember eyes are mirages
                       of not one but three.
But I don't want it to take you,
                      that treats for me.
I colour you in, ill open your eyes.


But death will never have you,
          as only I can colour in your eyes.
Only I can paint those baubles of the soul,
          only I can colour in what's left behind.
l'll colour you in, ill keep your eyes open wide.
         even though your gone
                   ill keep your memory vividly alive.
Poetic T Jan 2018
And in the field I did lay,
          with the flowers
I did stay,
              wilting when there
petals fall..
            My tears now dry
                                like there stem.

In the field I lay silent,
         with the corpses
                    of pretty flowers.
Nothing lives only decays,
      I'm just a flower,
             no longer blossoming
      Just decaying, my petals deceased.


The field of empty flowers,
           with not a blossom.
Where everything that once  lived
                    now stagnantly lies.
   The aroma of death where I once blossomed
now rests beneath the earth...
              I was a flower now buried beneath.
Poetic T Jan 2018
I'm a trapeze artist of  word
             flying through sentences,



But
           then I
                        fell
                             and my words
didn't balance so well.
We
all
falter
on
our
meaning.

We just have to realize,
           that were cant balance
       all the time, sometimes words fail..
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