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921 · Feb 2016
Leafs Falling in Time
Poetic T Feb 2016
I had tried to cover it with* ink,  but it only
lasted a day before it
 bled from my fingernails.
It was a constant reminder that
 death  was
Inching closer with every month that past.
The ink veined upwards like poison ivy it
Slithered, each month passing another leaf
Grew and I knew it would soon come to pass.


It changed depending on mood, when you
Were younger you'd of  thought it magical.
Each new leaf budding and then it opened a
Colourful show for younger minds. Like a mark
Of maturity but that was so long ago. Now it
Inches above the elbow, shoulder, smiles melted
Away to how many more leafs before the fall.


Once it has ascended the flower blood red
Would unfold over your
 heart. Some so few
Petals, no time was assured. Then the falling
Would start. How many petals would turn
  onyx, 
Culminating in thoughts of life that had many
Leafs but now the blossom was ebbing away to a 
finite culmination of time. Tears fell, so many cried.


Watching others when that mortality was arching
Towards oblivion, some were at peace making the
Most of fading petals. Then there were the fallen
Timers, succumbing into limbos insanity. Who could
Blame them in their consumed thoughts, they were
Screaming wildly in the streets, others tried to
Cleaver the flower from their being, crimson fell.


My time was so complex, when the flowers eclipse
Was passing where colour became grey, Dark thoughts
Ensued but I knew that nothing would pass except
My moments of what was left. So I regained my composure
I would not be a fallen I would not be consumed
By the decaying flower upon my chest, I had time left
And I would savour the moments that fell dark.


I lay their family were overjoyed that this time was
Not spent alone, consumed in denied misgivings.
But that I wanted them all here when the flowers final
Moments etched to a lovely shaded flower that was
My final exhalation of life. I could feel it, I felt the
Fragrance fade in that final moment I breathed deeply
Taking in the essence of every moments aroma.


I died, but I past away proud that the ink may have
Started at birth and that the leafs were a monument
To my time. But in the falling I was at peace with my
Flowers blossom and its enviable fading demise.


"We are each a leaf that has a grown,
**"But life is a journey and one day that leaf falls,
Life is finite use it well we all grow, but some fall early to early, make the most of your time.
921 · Oct 2019
Talking To Myself
Poetic T Oct 2019
People say that
              talking to yourself

is a sign of madness....

I never talk to myself??


               I delegate

between all of them..
  

why should I take all the responsibility...
Believe me I've heard a few more than the few battering around up here
Poetic T Mar 2017
Well I was perturbed by the falseness of what I
lingered in,
             I was shunned,
                        labelled the banshee of life.
The stench blistering their motions of existence.
I was life where the afterlife lingered perpetually.  

My name was lunar regent, and I was alive in
the abyss of deaths veil, all that were around me
were but e
                   c
                     h
                        o
                          e
         ­                   s
of what clung to this plain
of existence, but echoes can scream in silence.

I was more than this once, once seems so long ago.
Dying of memories degradation, I wasn't giving up.
I sold my home, I'm only in my 40's. To young to be
food of the earth, breath needed to be tasted in my mind.

They explained that I had to die to live? cryogenic dreams,
subtle name I reflected on. It had come a long way since those
days freeze dried people, oxygenated gel, you had to breath it
in drowning but living, a droplet of death descended then......

Awoken by voices or what I conceived as such?
I was in street??
           was this, no it couldn't be!
This was the street outside of where I just was.
The affliction in my chest was killing me,
glancing at my hands I was existent, I pinched, it hurt?

Looking around I say or thought I saw people, but they
weren't corporeal, they were faded. I could see their
features but when they shifted it was like stone thrown in
a  puddle and I think I'm the stone rippling on there shores.

The atmosphere became static, agitation voiced in their
stance. Some tethered to the crest of my existence were
pulled towards me like a black hole exerting its force,
I just stood static as they were extinguished within me.

Like snow flakes falling around me, I could feel the pain of
there departing, as each flake became cinders of reality.
Eroded memories versed in my mind as each ember
relinquished its torment within me, I was a collage of pain.

**To Be Continued.....
916 · Jun 2014
Under The Tree
Poetic T Jun 2014
Beneath the tree
I sit,
Still,
Motionless,
In thought,
Of life
What its done.
Where its
Taken me,
Given back,
Held me captive.
I sit under the tree
I look up,
The flickering
Infinity
That is above me.
Am I of use,
Do I change anything.
I sit under the Tree,
My life
like its rings
show age,
wrinkles show
Mine,
I am at peace.
As I sit
As I stare,
I am here
The universe around
Ageless,
Time moves on,
I get back up,
I walk inside,
As time
waits for no one.
915 · May 2015
Conscious thoughts voiced
Poetic T May 2015
My voice is my bars that caged me ,
My thoughts my cell that are sealed shut,
My body now kept in this living hell.

A voice has power to change with but
An exhale, but winds that blow in a
Certain direction can be stopped as
Others may not like the change
That this wind bring upon it.

A thought can be shared, never
spoken but told over a million times.
But one voice may not be heard but
When one word is spoken a thousand
Times at once it is heard everywhere.

My conscious thoughts were voiced
And now I pay the price that is worth
This hell, for my thoughts became words
And words became voice heard around
The world, here comes the wind of change.
political prisoners behind bars for voice and thoughts heard by those fearful of a wind of change..
914 · Aug 2015
The Raven & The Dove
Poetic T Aug 2015
The raven does soar, ever preying upon
Purities wing, perched ever waiting
For that flight on that which is white.

Gliding onwards does its momentum
Carry to the above, but the ash woven
Wings wait to claim feathers weight.

Its talons wish to shred upon those
Untaintedness, but were beckoned
To be as blunt as paper on stone.

There is a moment of singularity,
As merging feathers become one
But then are torn apart in haste

Ever covering shaded moments upon the
The doves release, but feathers loosened  
Forth and purity fell once more free.
914 · Nov 2014
Lullaby Baby
Poetic T Nov 2014
Lullaby baby sweet dreams
"To keep"
Lullaby baby rest your
"Head upon me"
Lullaby baby eyes closed
"Of to sleep"
Lullaby baby count down
From Ten
"Nine"
"Eight"
"Seven"
"Six"
Lullaby baby hair stroked
"Till deep in sleep"
"Five"
"Four"
"Three"
Lullaby baby I'll always
"Sing this till you sleep"
"Two"
"One"
Lullaby baby in dreams
"Now lost to dreaming sleep"
Lullaby baby forever I'll sing
So listen to silence after my song
Till that time when eyes greet morning once more.
913 · Sep 2014
Heart Breaker
Poetic T Sep 2014
She lay there, features frozen
Telling a story
She was at rest, eyes wide open,
the moment glazed in time
Terror,
Fear,
Death,
Was a release, but never left whole
Always missing a part
But desecrated, as blooded words unfold
Love,  
Doesn't,
Live,
Here,
Anymore,
The heart missing,
Life was cut out
Her heart no longer beats here anymore
What goes through a mind
Twisted,
Depraved,
Cold.
I am the Heart Breaker
Hear my story, as it must be told
I have never loved,
Feelings of
Tenderness,
Yearning,
Love,
Have never touched my heart,
It beats
But nothing is heard back
So I must take
What others Possess,
I look for those with love
I look for those
Hand
In
Hand
When they next wake
In my sanctuary
Unclothed
White covers, all except where
Love beats strong,
For I must
Devour,  
Consume,
Be
Fulfilled,
She must breath till I consume
For a body that is cold
No love will survive,
Anesthetized
So I cut deep
Bone-Saw,
Scalpel,
Flesh,
Falls to the floor
Her larynx also muted,
Noise I could be without,
I cut gently rib is sawed
And there is what I need , my eyes gleam
Excitement,
Emotion,
Hysteria,
As I quickly hold it as it beats
And finally I  
Gorge
Consume,
Satisfy,
The feeling of warmth
That enters me
I feel my heart beat not like before
This moment I feel love
As it courses through me
Then lost as
Blood goes cold
Now we are both with out what we need most,
I have your heart inside me
Like others before,
I must consume others love so that I feel whole.
Others  found under serial-killer
913 · May 2015
The Black Wood
Poetic T May 2015
In the woods where light never penetrates
Where only the dark oak grows. Permeating
The air does the barks sap seep unto the
Surrounding never letting lights magnificence
Pierce its veil darkness in this place grows.

Black leaves as dark and rigid as coal, all
That land upon their veins where the light
Of life flourished was drank, Like an
Autumn leaf does this empty husk now
Cursed grey, gently slump greeting the floor.

In this darkened place of soulless sap,
Where leaves are black and veins feast
upon life. A glimmer of light floated
Above the canopy, a single breath of
Sunlight touching the core of a young
Sapling showing it the light banishing
The influence of darkness away.

As the little one grew where blades
Of raven tried to cut it down, shards
Now turned supple and green. Spreading
Life where only darkness loomed, The
Green leaves did reflect light unto the
Dark piercing into this  mournful place.

It was but one in a crowd of many, but
That ray of sunlight every morning widening
Its energies, as grass grew greener in glazed
Darkened place. it was a beacon of life growing
Stronger everyday, and when all the leaves of
Raven black had fed their last, and life was in
Its place then this would be a day when sunlight
Shone banishing the darkness  every single day.
Poetic T Jun 2015
Whisper's* into the pitch, unseen breath but no one is there,
She giggles and calls her dad silly,
Its just her imaginary friend.
A seat taken told by eyes so small, questions
Of who sat earlier as the imprint left, and
To the touch heat still bleeds outs on the palm.
Invisible,
Cloaked,
Unseen
To those  not of innocence eyes,
For youth is pliable easy to twist to the
Will of those moulding there sight.

"We played hide the breath,

Daddy was sleeping as you climbed on top,
Held his breath.
Contorting,
Grasping,
Panic
In his eyes, till breath found as you let go.
We ran into the bedroom giggling at our fun,
daddy was silent in the morning,

"Father was no fun,

"Morning precious,

I smiled as the breakfast fell on the floor,
He looked confused as I laughed out loud,

"Daddy,

"What my little lady,

"Was it fun not to breath,
"To suffocate as if in a dream,

He didn't speak, all colour left his face
Was it something I said??
A man came around,
He was all in black, with a white collar,
She didn't like him,
She hated this man as he spoke words
I didn't no, didn't understand,
My friend screamed, but only I heard.

"Daddy stop it, your hurting my friend,
"She's crying,
"Daddy,
"Daddy,
"Daddy,  

"This is for the best, your friend isn't nice,

And as never there, like a shadow seeing the light
She was gone, and all alone I was again.

"Thank you father,

"That wasn't his dad, granddad doesn't look like that,

We moved soon after that, to another new place,
In a block of homes, like a stack of rooms
That had doors,

"Hi there,

They smiled so many new friends, to play
So many to play our games upon,

"Who you talking to precious,

We had learnt our lessons from the last house.
Never tell, where would be the fun in that.

"Myself daddy,
"Just myself,

As he walked away, I looked into the hallway
Outside our door, so many new friends
Invisible to their eyes, but I was going to
Show the other children the fun, that they could
Now have, we would play with mothers fathers
See their faces as our friends played with their lives.
911 · May 2020
Single Bricks Of Knowledge
Poetic T May 2020
I struggle when I have to write
rhyme you see naturally I'm slight
towards the free verse, trying to get
it perfect, just right I start to sweat.

My words syllables are just what ever
comes in to my mind, Im not words clever.
For some this comes naturally, I have to
use sites as my words need to be next in que.

But to some this is a natural progression,
is it for me  worth it which is the question?
We say to learn is to elevate ourselves higher.
Using this metaphor in hope I don't misfire.

I'm poetic blue, I write on cold white warming
it up with words, hopefully there correctly forming.
Me I **** at rhyme, I have to use a site, as for some this is natural as I`m free verse. So i get blue with how long i take to write ones that do but I`m learning and getting better the more i try
Poetic T May 2015
shoulders rested on
compassion emulated
kindness cost nothing
Empathy
908 · Mar 2015
Body Parts
Poetic T Mar 2015
The brain is a terrible
Thing to waste, will it
Make me smart, will
It give memories of
Past mistakes.

Fingers are the digits
That have wrote a thousand
Words, think what they have
Touched the senses they felt
Around the world.

Eyes are the window to
The soul, they have seen many
Things to enlighten the mind.
To wish they would never open
Again for fear of what was seen,
But never to see it again.

A heart it beat for love, sorrow
Touched more than we know,
It beat from birth it has beat more
Than a million times, each energy
For life from the start.

Friend I ask you this, why when
We eat do you think of these things,
Don't think of there parts as what was
And what they were.

They are dinner for us, to fill are
Stomachs nothing more, there were
What they were, but know just
Parts food to feed  us nothing more.
Do you ever think about what you eat
Poetic T Dec 2014
I screamed, but no one heard
Still as death my eyes were
Closed
My prison
Eyelashes were my bars
Concealing,
Obscured,
Silence
Only disturbed by breath,
I began to sink, the white of my eyes
"My island of purity"
Slowly washed away by the tides of
My pupils, the storm of terror
Was upon me, my fingers slipped
Each digit pealed from the bars of my eyes,
"Then all went dark"
I was lost in the nothingness,
Thoughts,
Shards,
Splicing
Up my mind, a battle raged
within, but my body was as still as death
I had demons that sharped each claw,
Cutting in my subconscious,
Tainting innocence,
Now the corrupted into horror behind
Closed doors,
I looked in vain, sweat was like
Raindrops, each fell never landing
Eternally falling, a
Noise,
Faint,
Oceans
Of thought below my feet,
I impacted beneath
Courage,
Fortitude,
Determination
Of character, as a whisper
Upon a pollen of thought, drifted
So tiny
Underestimated
Within its strength,
For words were spoken so quietly
"The darkness is weak"
"Nightmares have no control"
"Find your light"
"Shatter this illusion, take control"
As I hit down, light
Permeated,
Infused,  
Crumbling
Under the light,  oceans of pure
Thought splashed over me, fear
"Was washed off"
The bars once imprisoning became as before
As they were separated, I stood again on my island of white,
At the moment of separation,
I awoke, Darkness kept me still,
But in silence, I have the power to awaken,
Nightmares have no control, the are
Figments,
Illusions,
Misconceptions
Of the mind, that when a crack fragments,
Darkness creeps in, sleep well now, you are the
Master of your dreams, creation of fantasy
Sleep well, never let darkness consume,
Always have sweet dreams and awaken well..
907 · Jul 2015
Lake Of Souls Last Words
Poetic T Jul 2015
The waters calm exterior it was serine but
What was trailing back to shore waters in upheaval,
As paddles violently thrashed as If to cause
Pain,
Bruising,
Wounds
That were cut, but as the boat settled moored on
The lakeside, the waters serine angers
Lashing nothing more than splashes on the shore.

"I will swim with your voices give it time,

For the waters are a tomb of secrets,
We only see the surface never beneath,
Fears of what is not known or not of wanting,

"Stop screaming I need your words,
"Don't worry I will not harm you,

"Why did you take me,
"And are you talking to me?

"I just needed witnesses to this,
"I'll take you across the lake,

And truth to word he took them ******* silent
Was his wish, they were in false circumstances
Thinking freedom was near.

"look into the waters,
See what it is that I see deep beneath,

Gazing into the waters eyes focused on what
Faintly seen beneath,
But there spot was chosen, this was there moment

"Sorry I say but last words must swim,
"Waters will hold your spirit it is heaver than water,
"Your words I will bath in souls nourish my flesh,

"You said you wouldn't harm me,
"You said,

"The waters take you I have not done harm,
"Peace and last words will wash over you,
"Silence as you stare to the heavens unharmed,

Treading water like air, impulses wither as  
Hands,
Ankles,
Bound,
The water drinks upon the momentary upheaval,
Then all is serine once again, another flower
Planted at the bottom of this whispering waters .

Three days had past, and into the waters he bathes,
They called to him each wave upon shore a
Spoken,
Gestured,
Words,
Only heard by his thoughts, as he feels souls
Washing upon and over his feet, a tiny pull he feels

Speak your words,
"I will listen in water depths,
" I did not, no shame am I felt,
"The waters took you, not I,

Then he sank beneath into the clear airless void,
Looking upon those chained by waist,
Eyes once looking up,
But know looking forward,
Staring,
Gazing,
Dead
Looks of life silently departed, he freezes
As those socket-less voids,
Ascend on his thoughts. Raging he lashes out,
Now those chains of ******* snare upon his self.
Last moments not realised as on knees he is trapped
Airless void catching his last words

"I only wished to bath in your word,

Those that others never heard,
As life seeps from this husk,
In his rage all brought close,
His view is not of the heavens as
Those before he ******. But the dead
Did watch him with blank eyes,
His features frozen as if screaming but never caught.
907 · Jul 2014
Wrote In The Stars
Poetic T Jul 2014
Connect the dots
.+)
(+.
+).
(+.
+).
Of the heavens,
To make words,
The universe can read through all time.
Inspired by Nanos  =Gazing Senryu=
905 · Jun 2015
Butterflies In Heaven
Poetic T Jun 2015
I stood on a cloud of shaded white,
It was soft under my feet, as if not
Touching, more gliding under foot.

I was mesmerized by the sight seen
As if I was upon an ocean of shaded
Whites as they moved under me.

I ebbed forward to touch this motion
Below, to touch upon what was like
Silk, and then upon my hand one left.

As if a million snow flakes glided up
Like blossom falling in reverse, there
Were butterflies in heaven.

I stood on a cloud of shaded whites,
As they fluttered around me, calmness
Filled me and I knew I would be alright.
905 · Jul 2014
But One Stone Thown
Poetic T Jul 2014
The smallest stone
Thrown in to a river
Many times,
Can change the course
Of its mighty flow,
It takes but one
To do something,
That will bring on
A change,
With out the first
Others would not follow..
905 · Nov 2018
Stolen Hearts
Poetic T Nov 2018
Telling me to pick a card,
    always giving her mine.
                
                Stealing my heart.

I never was a full deck after that.
905 · May 2015
She Washs Over Me..
Poetic T May 2015
The curvature of her enthrals me, ever
Calling me to her body, so still can she
be, motionless but underneath she is as
Irrational as any one could really be.

Her mood like everything can change,
She is impercive in her vocal structure
That I ride with every word, till I fall
Off the tip of her tongue.

I crash beneath her, but she lets go, letting
Me breath resting upon her.  I love to be
With her, she surrounds me, I feel her upon
My skin and relish her touch, we are one.
Poetic T Jan 2016
I put them all around town, in every phone box
Free advertising I had bills to pay baby.
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|=Parties, Wedding Hen Night.=|
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I waited around the phone, only one call,
"Hello Mr F of fine dancing,
Dam it wrong number, I waited for a few
More days and then the first one booked.

"Hello is the F in fine dancing,
"Yes it is how may I be of service madam,

"I have some friends coming around for an
Afternoon of book club but need to spice it up,


"Well I'm the man for the job madam,
"I'll be there around 7pm,

First job I got told their was extras included
My friend was in the job but fell from a table.
Health and Safety I told him now he is limp,
"Cant get it up a table,
"Cant get it a chair,
"Cant get it up anywhere,
If your limp there isn't no job for you anywhere.
He works at a beef burger joint that's the only
Meat he's flipping anywhere.

I knock the door and then it shut again,
It once again goes to shut once more,
A foot widens the gap a show stopper in the door.

"Madam you paid for my services,

"EXCUSE ME,  

"My card madam,

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|===The F in fine dancing,=====|
|=Parties, Wedding Hen Night.=|
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"What, "What, "Wh...,

She carried on as I walked in my 80's ghetto
Blaster I released on the fine oak table.
Right ladies here we go who's the
Luckily lady who gets me first.

They all point to each other screaming excitedly,
Its nice to be so wanted. I press play,
"You cant beat the sound of tape,
The sound echoes around their pad,

"Do you want the snake,
"Climbing upon your silken legs,
"Baby its what you waited for,
"in-between,
"In-between,*
"In-b.,#,';'ppfgeemrmm..........,

"Dag nab it, my tape I wrote and sang that
Myself, my only copy. I hear a sigh.
Was that of relief or because they liked the song?
Its ok I have a CD as I throw it in to their player
Music pumps out and then I begin

Act I: Touch You Baby

I am who you have wanted all your life,
He touches each face smooth skin
Touches delicate features, caressing
Upon there wanting, each shudder and
Move in teasing denial.

Act II: Clothes Release

Many layers make the man as each pealed
Each thrown in to the crowd, jaws are
Wide open watching Velcro peal off.
One sitting on a chair I sit on her lap
Gyrate as she exhales in excitement
Moaning as I move, I jump up and
She inhales me in.  

Act III: Release The Beast

As clothes shed like leaves from a tree
So does but one leaf still hang modesty covered
But with cloth and sting.
The manly hair mature and grown shaped
As I am I lion ready To pounce.

"Excuse me what is with the stem on the leaf,

Act III: Continued

The Stem twitches, the leaf opens grown,
Released is the beauty for all on show,
"***,
"Ladies Shhh,
As the leaf opens the stem now shown
To the world on show now lets see who
Can hold the stem and the music goes.

"***, "***, is heard from all
Corners of the room, what was thought
As a wasted effort now most woman's dreams.
He dances around the room over excited a
Eye blackened by the mushroom.

An hour passes and fun has been had,
The leaf had many greens neatly tucked in.
He gives each of them a card.

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|===The F in fine dancing,=====|
|=Parties, Wedding Hen Night.=|
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Lets them hold it once last time.
And numbers are written down,
But never kept as that's not professional
Most are married for one. What happens
Here stays here as no cameras aloud.

See some of you again I hope, I hear
words as I shut the door closed.

"He may be big, but wow that vine I
Could swing on anytime he wants,


"That was a surprise I could wear his
Chest hair he could keep me warm at night,


The day in the life of a fat stripper is never
An easy one. But by the way ladies if you
Wish some fine dancing and a surprise
That is on the card ring the number below.

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|===The F in fine dancing,=====|
|=Parties, Wedding Hen Night.=|
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904 · Sep 2014
Death Slow Motion 10W
Poetic T Sep 2014
What
    Is
      life
If
It's
  Not
    Death
            In
      Slow
Motion
903 · Aug 2014
Apple Once Bit
Poetic T Aug 2014
We each have an apple
A serpent that wishes us to taste
The fruit
Apple,
Juicy,
Ripe,
But each apple does not taste the same,
Each one has its Aroma
Tainted,
Evil,
Savour,
That forbidden taste
Slips down too easily, down the throat
But each one has been bitten by the serpent
Slithered,
Injected its rot in to the taste,
What is each persons sin,
The taste of sweet exploitation
We all have a demon hidden within
It only takes but a Bite
For the poison to corrupt
To change what and who one used to be...
903 · Mar 2015
That Empty Feeling
Poetic T Mar 2015
It couldn't remember the time
Before, empty it felt upon the
Concrete tombstone,
Dead but not buried.
Like broken bones the wood
Broken,
Twisted,
Splintered,
Showing nothing within,
The windows vacant,
Shards like teeth waiting
For that chance to cut at
The wind, always blowing through
These lonely halls.
It has been inked, like a master
Piece of incoherent signatures,
So many have been here over time.
It wishes for an end to this decaying
Coma of non existence, It felt warmth,
It tasted what was vacant from its shell,
But now the feeling grew heat,
Scorched,
Consumed,
Relief
Of the moment engulfed, purified
You scream in peace as your now
But bright ember on the ground
Ashes to ashes you are now at *peace.
902 · Jan 2016
Valentines Culling
Poetic T Jan 2016
Its that time once a year when hearts
Beating upon words of love. But thoughts
Were thinking of the latter how to make
Beats
        Rhythm
                    Love
To cease with but a gesture a whim.
A heart did whisper on the chest but
Never did it utter the word  that spelt
Least
         Of
                 Valued
                              Emotions
It wasn't in my being I was a void shell.
But other were teaming with it like a flower
They sent the scent of bitter aroma into the air.

And it made my eyes bleed tears. So I thought
Of culling these tears falling on this day. I held
Them couples no singles were aloud in here.

I drew a heart on their chest, A+ in creative design
Cant let all those hours go to waste.

…....lovelovelo…
..lovelovelove….
...lovelovelovelove……………….….
...lovelovelovelovelo…………..lovel….
.....lovelovelovelovelove…….…lovelovelo.
.. lovel |OOOOO|velove…|OOOOO|.
.
..lovelo\OO/lovelovelo…..…lov\OO/elo…
..
…lovelovelovelovelove..…lovelovelo…
….lovelovelolovelovelovelovelovelo…
…..….lovelo\OOlovelovelOOO/elovelov…
……..….lovelo\OOveloOO/lovelo…
………..….lovelov\OO/ovelove…
………………lovelovelo….
………………..lovelo…
……………………..
…………………....

That word was scribbled till it lost ist meaning in
Mumbled scribbles, I even put OO,s in the shape
Of two eyes and a smile. I know immature, so **** me.

They were scared I could see it in their eyes, I never
Pick those of no vows, they must be saturated in the
Meaning so bands of eternity are a must.
Gold
      Silver
             Platinum
Worthless to me but in a jar they sit gathering dust,

"I have been at this a while,
"Since the age of??  "10,
"My mum and dad were my first,
"Never showed me love the opposite trust me,

I separate them ever so slightly so their finger tips
Can reach out, its kind of teasing while out cold I
Measure the distance and move accordingly its a must.

Wake up rise and shine, they gauge their surroundings
Then the muffled screams,

"Jesus you could write a book on the reactions of this,
"I have it will be I have self published on amadon,
"Still waiting for the proof reading to come back,

They see each other than the finger reaching begins,
Clinical to the moment then the muffled threats.
They look down and see the picture on their chests.

"Love you tender, love you sweet,
"Its that time of year when feelings cut into me,
"Say hello to my little friend, he helps cut it out,

I always liked singing that little piece, then the screams
So coordinated. Its like a script of a movie,  a B movie
Hahaha... "Sorry that was a bit uncalled for, hehehe...

Now who's going first? its always manners to ask this not to
Just cut and run. They look bewildered in confused thought,
But as manners dictate ladies first, and then with out further adieu.

The breast is such a pain but after trial and error mostly error.
What a mess the first few times, but now its almost surgical.
To the hilt the knife slices across picture then silence.

He squirms like a rabid animal, but I silence him with a gesture.
Now two hearts that yearned each other, now silently static.
I stare at them, and gentle slice the picture from their being.

This room it has one chair, white and bold. On the wall sits
Frames of all the love that ceased, their heart ache lives
On hanging with pride in white frames upon my wall.
901 · Dec 2014
Cutting Within (30w)
Poetic T Dec 2014
You don't see me
"Self
"Harm"
I'm cutting  
"From"
"The"
"Inside"
I don't bleed out,
I bleed within,
Scars never seen
But the pain is always real,
And felt **everyday..
900 · Aug 2020
Dirty Under pants
Poetic T Aug 2020
Never wear another's
     underwear...

Because even though
  you cant see it..

There will always be an odour, stain
      that marks your every movement.

And the only blemish will be on you,

           cos you choose to wear
                         another's pants.

Its not the same as there shoes,
     your just weird wearing there
            
***** underwear.
          worse of all you showed
  everyone them
           who does this anyway.


You were meant to be a friend,
           but you told everyone
what was in there underwear...

          the metaphor lost to some,

so wear some shoes instead..
900 · Mar 2014
BUDWEISER...
Poetic T Mar 2014
Be mine the nectar golden,
Under the blazing sun,
Droplets of water roll down,
When the cold bottle an me are one,
Excitement as it hits taste buds rolling down,
Instant refreshment as it goes down,
So let there be many not just one
Enjoyed with friends in the pub or at home,
Really the best beer Budweiser is number one..
Bud is best....
899 · Jun 2016
My Muse Is Dying
Poetic T Jun 2016
I have penned many emotions that bled endlessly
on the page, but blood only flows for so long before
it congeals and then it evaporates and a stain is left
reminding me of a time I once bled.

It was like water to  my mind but water has many
forms and the form that intercepts my mind is one
of solid matter. All are instances now frozen within,
the thought is there static non linear and remote.

My words may die, but my thoughts progress.
I am only human and we bleed less and less.
Fear not for the thaw will come and like a river
my words may not bleed but trickle ever so often.
Fed up at the moment, cant see any reason for writing :(
899 · Jun 2014
Web of Words
Poetic T Jun 2014
My poems meant to ensnare,
To trap you in silken words
The more you move
The lines now stick to your skin,
I will wrap you up
Feed on your thoughts
Many have fallen
In to my soft words,
My web
Of poetry,
Of stories,
Of things woven
But yet untold.
I invite you
To be a guest in to my web of thoughts
But you may be stuck here
Ensnared, glued to the words.
899 · Mar 2015
I`m Godless For A Reason
Poetic T Mar 2015
I do not see that which others
Do see, blindly do they follow,
Am I the fool or is it thee.
  
I follow no one but myself, not
Imagined to belive in some thing
Unseen, but I know that the strength
I have comes from me.
  
I will not folllow that which tells me
That which I can do and see, to believe
In others is the only thing that is real
As they belive in me.
  
I will not be the sheep that follows
The shepard, as what he does not
Say is you are the meat, the bone, there
Are many that will follow but many
Are just meat.
  
I follow my own path, not what
Others tell me is right in a book,
That i should follow there word as
It is the right path for me.
  
I have strengh not in that which I
Can not see, but in me and those
That are close, I am not godless
  I just belive in me.
899 · Jan 2017
Life Guard Motto
Poetic T Jan 2017
Be it in the sea or on land my duty is
                         the preservation of life
Be you woman man or child,
it doesn't matter if your ugly or fit
but remember this before you leave.
                                   "BRUSH YOUR TEETH,
Its a major gag reflex condition you
don't want my chunks in your mouth.

When I give you the kiss of life don't use
tongue, I have a wife who would  divorce
me quicker than you  know...
                  My job is to look good and to
always looked tanned with a smile.

*"Please don't drown, as the sea water leaves
patches on my skin fading my fake tan,
Poetic T May 2020
Walking like a cowboy,
         that was wetter than dry...

                                     Humiliation...
Poetic T Oct 2017
I was the light house gauging the trouble
crashing on the green seas beneath my
window. Rough seas, vocal waves of
perpetual ship wrecks..

I would gaze upon the shoreline
of my view, looking for any trouble
that could wash ashore. Momentary
riptides of hormonal adolescence gained.

What could take a life, a single moment of
not watching the shore. So I shone my  
gaze upon another's abandoned hopes,
leading them from the rocks of anguish..

That day I was the lighthouse of reality,
when below waves were gathering.
I was a light in moments of disarray,
But on that day no one washed ashore.
When I was younger in youth, there were bad apples, I don't think they meant to be, but on one day one apple had something that could end a life with just a pull of a finger.. so I warned the other.. I think I saved a mistake that day as he never took the challenge and the other was never so stupid to bring that out again...
897 · May 2014
Party Hard
Poetic T May 2014
PARTY HARD let the music
vibrate your soul, its got
to be done just let go. hands
in the air waving around,
head moving like you been
electrocuted by the music in
your mind.

Lets get this party going, let
the beat **** you, and the
vibrations bring you back
to life. PARTY HARD don't
ever care what others think.

You may end up with no shirt,
swinging it in the air, what
is this 1986. You need to let
your hair down even if your
bald. Lets PARTY HARD like
its the last party ever on planet earth.
PARTY HARD!!!!
Poetic T Dec 2015
She stood at the gravestone a shard petal
Fell cutting upon the air. It littered the floor
With tears of wine, falling and spilled on the
Found staining the memory below. She gripped
Upon its stem in a hardened stance of tears.

Her cowl draped over her soft hair in the
Scattered winds it flowed and from her
Grief did vengeance flourish. shadows
Granted form trod upon the ground.
Beauty in darkness bled upon the land.

Hooves trebled on odours that were seeping
Scent bleeding a trail on the land below.
There onyx alicorn cut into the wind tasting
The vengeance that would bleed upon there
Moment of satisfaction as shadow feed cold.

Hooves were separated, as the hunted greeted
Foe, shadows were separated and in to mist
They seeped back to the cloak. Fibres torn
From the impact and bled darkness on all
It graced upon. She felt each of there pains.

One still galloped on, ever seething in connected
Grief of its fallen parts now concentrated in its
Raging torrent of remorse. Each that had fallen its
Location bleed into the sky showing each the
Position of vengeances handle well grasped.

Rapid breath did concentrate on a veil of
Misted wisps as in site that which felled the
Love of one in shadows trawl. Now as blade
Swung for a third strike hardened by fallen
Before it glided on concentrated form.

Majestic beauty seethed in onyx fought for
What was owed in blood. It  needed to be fed
Upon its quivering movement, not sullen as
Before, for each learned from the fallen before
Swifter and fluid motion formed and flowed forth.

Her main was cleaved into oblivion as wisps
Drifted off. Hooves took on to flesh and connected
In true form. blood urged to be released as lips
Gestured forth and expelled raindrops of pain
On self and the watching earth silent below.

It clipped with its etched alicorn flesh tight
And willing to be cut upon, as tears of life
Draped ever faster she was called to this
Calling to venture into the known finishing.
In elegance she edged slowly forth unto him.

I was in a beat of another draped in essence of
Loves grip. You stole the heart that held mine
And it fell shattered into dust. I claim the right
Of loves vengeance on that which was taken
Now entombed  in eternal stones grasp.

As the last steed faded into recollection and
Joined her cowl now whole. Its horn now
A knife of blood rose thorns ready to drink.
He went to venture words but her finger
Silenced anything seeping forth.

"Love was my light and you extinguished it,

"Now darkness collects it dues on that death,

She plummeted it into his chest and it drank, as
A husk knelt before her then dust graced the
Gentle wind and she stood alone once again.

"My love as yours was stilled,

"Now they do not breath breathe,

And she hilted her dagger and once again
Stood over the stone that held silent thoughts,
And a heart that still beat but not of life anymore.
inspired by this piece
http://ap-pics2.gotpoem.com/ap-pics/contest/2659/348.jpg?unicorns.jpg
896 · Jan 2020
Double Parking
Poetic T Jan 2020
I parked in her
          At the weekend.

But this time, I noted that
Some one had grit salted
    The other parking spot.

This place was getting over
used and double parked.
      And I wasn't sharing.

Who knows how many
   Times they parked in
                  My spot.

So I never parked in
                    Her again.
Poetic T Mar 2015
playground of feathers
upon heavens blue blanket
winds whisper to them
Poetic T Jul 2018
You held every star in place,
        keeping a glimmer above me.
Never letting me be alone
                                in the darkness.

Every grain connected echoes
of your voice,
                     uncertainty pierced
that place and I looked above.
Dots connecting to a constellation
                       of you setting me free.

I was never alone, you were the shooting
                     star that I wished upon.
Grazing the atmosphere of my troubles.
                 You were always within me,
looking at you I see every constellation
                      glistening above me.
Poetic T Jul 2016
Little shell how you hold tight a home away
from home, fitting snuggly as you slowly gradually
take upon the world one movement at a time,
never in a hurry to get yourself there.

You draw upon your surroundings, palette of
silver in the travels of here to there.
That little shell you collect yourself within, when
tiredness takes hold. Resting your tired self in bed.

Awoken and on the move you take on your journey,
the trails left yesterday. Behind they are, so forward
you do go with a casual look and off you go.
Little one a journey of a lifetime a garden you walk by.

"Daddy look there is a silver trail,

"That's a snails trail petal,

"It shiny daddy.

"Its so they don't get lost, like breadcrumbs in
the woods, so they know where they crawled before.


In the grass a journey still calmly slithers on,
This forest of grass taller than even the shell that
he carries upon his little back. Unseen by those above
but he worries not he just gradually slithers on.
894 · Nov 2015
The Spirit Of The Woodland
Poetic T Nov 2015
Entwined in soft hews her skin mimicked the place
She called her heart. This woodland paradise of
Older than human time. Flowers bloomed on her
Always in bloom her modesty hidden from eyes
That may pry upon her beauty.

She nurtured saplings in growth told them
Stories of the old, this made them nurture
The words into leafs and reach higher than
They were before. Her whispers encouraged
Them to yearn to touch the sky above.

She gathered her children in the air they
Skimmed upon the winds carrying them near
And far. Seeds that would each year do a pilgrimage
To the furthest reaches and seed the ground  with
Her words whispered "grow my children of earth,

As fragrant as flowers her beauty was of natures
Gestures, each moulded to what was seen by only
The animals and wondering folk who glanced
Mesmerised in service they offered to be guardians
Of this place of mother earth, where her children live.
this is an extended version of the two senryus [beauty is bestowed] & [leafs hide modesty] ~Goddess of nature~
894 · Mar 2015
Haiku [Dandelions play]
Poetic T Mar 2015
Dandelions play
Children scatter in the wind
Natures angels fly
894 · Oct 2014
Wet Ink Written Upon A Wall
Poetic T Oct 2014
My thoughts are signed upon the
Wall
If you look closely
Reading the words that
Scream,
"I wrote it quickly"
Some may think with
Little thought,
But I needed to show how I felt
Anger,
Confusion,
Tears
Sit still upon my face, mixed
With the ink that permeates the wall
There is but one full stop
It signed the end of my write
The pen had but one nib
And I pulled upon the trigger,
My words were expelled
Upon the wall,
If you cant read my words,
Then you'll never know why
**"I had to write my end upon the wall"
893 · May 2014
Never Judge
Poetic T May 2014
Some times people read a
book by the cover, they judge
by what is on the outside.

Never taking time to open it
to read a page or two, and
then realize that the cover
has changed along with there
view.

Always read a little before
you judge, for to many judge
a book by the cover of
the book before opening
it up.
893 · May 2019
Nicotine Regrets
Poetic T May 2019
Our love was like nicotine
       a water logged ash tray.

Used and addictive,
          but then I quit you.

And realised that even though
      I wasn't really dependent
                 on you just, the taste of lies.

But we all grow up and tastes change.
893 · Jul 2015
Wilted Heart
Poetic T Jul 2015
The frustrations of a flower
Wilting never to watered by
That heart again, only now
Do the petals fall like tears.
892 · Feb 2014
Suicide Note
Poetic T Feb 2014
No one is to blame that is
on me, I regret this action
but it is the only course I
see.

I have choices to make, decisions
that will effect others not only me.
I have steps that must be took to
explain what I did, people may
wander what brought me to this
point to end it you see.

I have wrote a letter to those it concerns ,
to let them know I loved them, that this
is my decision nothing they could have
said would stop the path that is ending
in me.

To who it may concern

I have ended the torment the life that
I live, to silence my issues, this solves
the problems that dig deeper in to my heart
and bury in to my soul.
No you could not has seen this or stopped
it you could, I wish you all happiness and
peace.

This is my letter of my own suicide, please
if any in need talk to others and don't do what I did.
Poetic T Apr 2015
She is a tapestry of ink, a creation
That is painted upon, beauty defined
Upon the flowing shades on skin.

Individuality,each creation apart
Of her being, hued in places, mellow
Majestic forms upon a canvass of skin.

She is the muse of her creations that
Show the beauty within.
889 · Sep 2014
Fallen Angels Of Sin
Poetic T Sep 2014
They were my angels
They flew to forgive their
Sins
Immorality
Guilt
That had been a burden
But as there wings spread
Cleansed,
Relief,
Joy,
Screamed from their lungs
As there transgressions
Were wiped a soul clean,
Then their souls free
Let their bodies hit the floor,
The paper gave me a name
"Fallen Angel"
"As if I was a sin"
I had cleansed many before
So much to be done,
I knew of them
Planned it, souls freed
Some resisted,
"But all fall before me"
Adam
&
Eve
They will be cleansed,
A child Is pure,
There wings white from birth,
But those
Who transgress
Will fly,
***** before they fly
Wings open purified
Before,
Their bodies hit the floor
I cleanse sin
But they have found me
Called me by name
Fallen Angel,
I smile
As I jump
For I have cleansed the many
But I am a fallen angel,
Screaming
I am now cleansed
As my body hits the floor  
I was the fallen angel now still on the ground below.
Inspired by Drowning Pool
(Let The Bodies Hit The floor)
888 · Jul 2015
The Leaf That Fell Between
Poetic T Jul 2015
A leaf fell on to the skin of water
Balancing between floating and
Sinking, like a second life it was
Neither here or their.

Ever in-between traveling between
The realms of life and death. For
It did not grow becoming ever more
Fragile, seeing above naked branches
Where life once gave but fell.

And below as it skimmed on this fragile
Moment, dancing to the whims of the
Winds as past hence but more delicate
Where movements than they were before.

Little fragile existence of what was and
Had now become, it enjoyed its dance
But knew that it was a matter of time
Before the dance ended and to pieces it
Would collectively sink one last time.
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