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857 · Apr 2014
Jumping Bean
Poetic T Apr 2014
Jump up and down does
the world move an inch,
for if we all jumped together
would the world move a smidge .

A jumping bean in the solar
system, where we all jump
up and down, to the left
we jump to the right up
and down we all do jump.
Are little planet swinging
like a pendulum, one
moment day the next it
is night.

We thought we could play
with the planet until the day
some one instead of the left
on did jump to the right and
in to the sun we hopped,
with a puff out went 6
billion lights. Just because you
can do something, never be
a show off as it'll smack
back in the face...
857 · Jan 2018
I Gave A Man A Dollar
Poetic T Jan 2018
I gave my last dollar to a man,
he was on the street.
He had those I've been awake
                          my whole life eyes.

A dollar, what's that going to buy me
                         that I haven't already got...

                 I could waste it on a coffee
that I'll never finish as its only half warm,
while I'm too interested in my phone.

                 I 'd have thrown it half drank
in a bin of caffeine tears seeping out
           the bottom busy lives drying beneath it.

But I saw this wasn't a leaf of a tree
               blowing in the wind thinking
of its past, it was moving on.

So I handed this man my last dollar,
            I know he'll make better use
of it than I would,
                              and he smiled at me.
Poetic T Jun 2016
Motionless twilight enshrouded,
                                          Faceless entities lingered.
856 · Jul 2014
Paper Aeroplane
Poetic T Jul 2014
I search all the books
I search paper for words,
They are as blank, as is my mind
I cant get the full word out
Its stuck between my
Tongue,
Finger,
Mind,
I try to will a full spread of words of
Thoughts,
Ink,
But its not enough
I stare at the white quietness
It screams nothing back
It is just blank paper
Unused,
Pure like snow
So I build a paper aeroplane,
Throwing it in to the air
It flies high, soring
Like a thought should be,
Free,
Not grounded,
Flowing,
Then words were released
I had to just let them fly free
Not kept hidden, but for all to see.
856 · Nov 2020
Regulated Contortions
Poetic T Nov 2020
Deteriorated configurations that are
neither of consecutive methods
                                             or contorted reflections,
it's upon the eye line of those who look perplexed.

For what is slumped like tired unimportance,
is neither an inflexible road,
for nothing is
               either invariable or contorted
It's just a view that each takes.

                                Me I'm like the reed,
both woven in a paradox
of motions.
For who sees a contortionist
   that's neither of each
                                     or the other.

Riffling upon the aspects of my decisive
                            displacement that catches
nither the truth or the lie.
  
You  may catch the second,
                        or minute,
        but beyond the mirco filaments
that linger between variable glimpse
that pass.

Is more than constructive  tendrils
           of a lifetime of consequential
amendments or defaming the
              consequential understanding
that nothing plays by the rules..
Poetic T Jun 2016
A party of fake facades, smiles etched
like lingering cyanide upon already
dead words not yet muttered in my
direction. I listened to there boorish
musings of how men are of "who cares...

Upon my glances was seen a wisp of
Ash coloured in the essence of a butterfly
I tried to heed its name, but like an ember
it baited me in wonderment of what it
was, then all had fallen leaving a cage of bone.

It fell between the shimmer of a mirror and
descended into nothingness. But alas my
crime of boredom had been captured by
eyes of screams. She had it coming looking
like I was lower now she doesn't breath.

Lingering on my demise of a white jacket,
filthy white room of a looming lobotomy.
Partly shaven head, not my locks of gold.
To sit in a room of regrets but not remembering
What was after another round of shock therapy.

Snapping out of that realm of reflection I lunged
forward, no looking back as it weaved around my
being. Lament essence radiated around me, I
was between a motion and nothingness. I was falling
to another fate of ill thought through reasoning.

As I weaved in and out what was and what is, I
was on a shelf of unproportioned size, where once
I was of stature now I was not. Last times thoughts
beckoned me forward as if some lingering force was
to give me a demise I wouldn't want in either place.

I lunged forward seeing what was again anew,
little egg needed to be taught a lesson.So with no
thought I jumped upon a steed and crushed his
shell under his hooves, breakfast is ready I told the
kings men, devouring the bludgeoned eggy once again.

Then I saw the cage anew talking of a friend feeling so
Not himself under the thoughts of the blue moon.
I thanked him and with a smile, decapitating his wings
from his form. As I knew what was about to befall myself
as walked once again through that door.

But the first step wasn't as before, I feel through the
heavens and wings were now like leafs in my palm
dripping tiny ebbs of blood. I passed the vultures
that lingered near that place many fell through, but
I was not a supper for a wonderland bird.

I landed upon crimson blossom, descending upon the
remnant pieces of who'd fallen before. My old friends
where here as if waiting to see if tragedy had  befell me
on this fall. I glanced around to see misgivings of eyes,
As rabbit stood before me?

"Rabbit how can this be,

"That's was my brother,
"Many more have fallen since last you eat
upon my brothers flesh for tea,


There standing needle marks ever visually punctured
upon her white flesh, newly dripping blood did I see.

"Fear not it is but a trickle my dear,
"I overdosed the last time we saw,
"But I was clean for a while, but it called to me,

Last but not least I felt a wet sensation between
thighs and knew of only one of this crudity,
first was eyes then a smile, but least of did
it last long at all. As foot greeted its smirk
turning it in to a ****** frown.

"What brings me to this place once again?

"Tis the hatter he has not killed a soul,
"Not stabbed or cut, concealed breath,
"He isn't as you knew him, that look
faded from his eyes,


I looked upon sorrowful faces, they need
the killer they loved to hear make others
scream. The gardens hadn't flourished since,
No blood roses feeding on those beneath.
They were wilting without his feed.

Bewilderment as I took steps towards his door,
where once jagged slashes had all but destroyed
the door, his voices were many all telling him to
****, but now I stand before a door painted in lilac
and a knocker saying "Hi I welcome you,


To Be Continued.......
855 · Jul 2017
Tears Like Whale Songs
Poetic T Jul 2017
Her tears though silent were like whale songs,
resonating with those around her, they sang
of swimming within loneliness, in an ocean of others.

Cresting on the shores of her cheeks these majestic
emotions collected. All the time serenading her
reflections that were submerged deep within.

All because a harpoon had cleaved upon her beating.
Love was viewed in her eyes by another who sailed
the ocean of her heart. But then took a shot from the bow.

Her heart sank into a ocean of tearful solitude.
Claiming another harpoon he sailed off into the sunset,
but was sunk by the cannon of another's jaded heart.

Her tears though silent were like whale songs,
resonating with those around her, they sang
of swimming within loneliness, in an ocean of others.
855 · Mar 2014
Cats Eye Hypnotize
Poetic T Mar 2014
I travel the roads they all look the same,
the little cats eyes i cant stop looking at.

The car moving from side to side,
like a cradle being rocked, as i start to nod off.

Fighting the closing eyes before they are to much,
the cats eyes hypnotizing me so much.

I dream that the road is empty that the drive will
be finished as my eyes glue shut.

Then there is noise, i do not hear the screams
as the car and I stop and..........
Never drive tired...
Poetic T Sep 2015
We were holding hands when we heard it,
The siren, like the call of damnation
Like a calling greet your inevitable end
Lost in the moment of ourselves.
We were in the field, how could
I,
Me,
Her,
Us, be so stupid. The flickering moments
Of light, hope fading with each decreasing
Quiver  of daylight.
The shade was nearly upon us
Grasping at our ankles.
We reached the town of ill fated name sake,

"WELCOME TO DARKNESS HOLLOW"
"Population 3,000"

Not no where near that now,
It was like a **** had taken hold, we were in
A mountainous region where shadow had
Bathed the outskirts of town on any given
Time,
Season,
Light,
Was like a gift to this pocket of  unobscured bliss.
I still have their touch,
corroded flesh fragmented. It still feels
As if their still holding on, like a frigid burning.

"Come on baby,

Breath was against us as if less to inhale,
Succumbing to extinct motions
We grappled with the door hinges motionless.

"Joshua it mike,
"Is everyone inside,

"Ye why?

As the door is hit, and inch by inch succumbs to
Mike force, as it encircles his presence
A last hit reverberates,
And like a tomb sealed with in.

"Mike, Mike.....,
.....
....
...
..
Joshu.....

And he was as the others gone in shadow.
Blazing lights eliminated every inch,
We had been a place of so many
Now few greeted our perspective.

"Its my fault, mike was our friend,
"It was  a choosing, I would have done it,
"...........,

Silence was words spoken in here,
Words bleed echoing over concealed air

"The solar batteries should keep us lit,
"If any should flicker,
"Shadow will entangle that moment,
"North block is a no go,

North block, but half the town was....
How is this surviving?

"Son come here,
"Who me,

God I felt stupid as there was only me and him!

"This is all wrong, ye hear that,
"??????"

A puzzled look on my face, with a piece missing?

"We  are the shadow,
"Were prisoners in these shells,

"???????,

Is what he babbles upon truth,

"That mark is your true form,

"But the flesh is warped, to touch is cold

"That is light corrupting your true form,
"This is a shell of lies, polished thoughts invading your mind,
"Do you remember your....,

She had covered his mouth, baby what you doing?
She had a look in her posture, in her eyes.
"Baby what you...,

"He spoken to much, what did he speak of,

As he shuddered light permeated as he bleed
Shards of crystalline light,

"STOP,

But it was to late, he was their and then,
Just a wisp of shadow rose up.
But even that she grasped, encircled,
As if a sun had birthed in clasped hands.
Then but ash fell and he was nothing more.

"What the hell did you just do,
"You killed him?
"What did he,
"What did you do,

Then a flash of memory, awoken thought,
The time before, in perpetual twilight.
Then they came, shackled is I'm mortal form,
Caged in bone, but now the truth shone through.

" You have been here since light burst through the veil,
"They have tried to free you from this purgatory,
"We created man to be a vessel to keep you sullen,

"Why we never did anything,

"You existed that was enough for us,
"So few left now the purge must begin,

Loved ones clasped there hands on startled others
As cracks bleed lights corruption, and then wisps
Where as before suspended in their grasp.

"Why I thought you loved me,

"I did for a while opposites can attract.
"But It was I that burnt you,
"With what was a loving touch,

But we are two parts of one why do you...

"Your scream dulled my light,
"I am light darkness has no place,
"It only consumes what was birthed so long ago,

I watched as so many screamed,
Then silence,
Then ash,
Fell like snow, death greeted the floor.

I'm are the last one, they are coming for me.
All that will be found is remnants of what was,

"I LOVE YOU, 
"I always have but if was forbidden,

I run towards her, but our touch is shimmered,
Our true forms birthed and I see the beauty
I always saw inside,

"There is an in-between twilight moment,
"Meet me there,

And then I was outside, darkness seeped in solitude
And then imprints  movement greeted  me,
A hand exited and held with haste.
It retreated to the place where it was always seen.

"She loves you, you know that,

The town was immersed in light, fragmenting into
A clouded haze, a region of neither darkness or light,
Particles tainted, grazed upon both, neither could
Now exist in the place. She did this for me,
I thought she.... I don't know what to think.

I waited in twilights moment, time has no meaning
It was though time stood still, but I felt every
Minute,
Second,
Time
Was stagnant without her in my grasp. could I live
Knowing that wisp of light in my darkness was
Extinguished without last words upon our lips.
A wisp of light erratically glides towards me,

"It is but a firefly
"Be gone little light that flutters by,

Trails of light emanated and form took shape,
My eyes even though in twilights glare knew
That form anywhere. She was before me, I
Am so sorry my love if they had for a moment
Knew of my hearts desire I would have been like he
Who became ash in my palm.

"We are of opposites,
"A collision of positive, negative force,
"But my heart breathes true,

"We can have the twilight,
"Where either merges in a dance of eternity,
This is our time, shells now gone, 

"You look beautiful,

Hands merged in essence and a display
Of light and darkness in shades never seen
Danced upon the air and sky.
Love is never a separation, but a bonding of
Opposites that attract from any distance near or far.
Love is two opposites that make a connection no matter the difference
854 · Dec 2018
That Singular Lego Piece
Poetic T Dec 2018
That Singular Lego Piece,
When I was younger and
life was just walls...
That where just falling down
around me,
                 I found something.

A single piece of Lego.

       And on it scratched into
it where three words...

Always build higher.

Where my life had been
even at such a young age.
                            I thought
             the only thing walls were,
where ones that crumbled.

But after that moment,
when all I fell upon
                  where pebbles of lost moments.
                  That could have built
higher but crumbled, like so many.

That one brick,  built me higher
            than any singular instant.

And to this day,
                  I have never looked
at another lower,
                     or higher than myself.

For ever brick is built on the strength
            of another taking the weight
of the one below it.

And without that strength below,
           we couldn't build ourselves
                            to the height we are today.


Everyday I wear that brick around my neck.


Not to weigh me down, but to realise,
       that below every brick
       is another holding us up
                  with there strength, and without them
                                                    we would crumble.
854 · Apr 2014
Camp Forward (part 1)
Poetic T Apr 2014
As they all sat around the camp fire reading to
each other poetic rhyme, there were many who
would not last the night at camp forward what
or who would meet there demise?

Sue was writing ***** things  you could see it
in her eyes. The others around the camp fire
was Brother Newton, Orchidee, & Karen, they
were talking philosophy… Bri mar & Grandma
were talking rather intensely about meanings
of life & religion agreeing to disagree.  

Lolly was laughing with Ant, Poetic T &
Tadpole about his latest creation in stiches for
all to see. Jambo didn’t laugh he just quite
abruptly disagreed.

It was late, the fire once fierce now red embers
could all only see. Good night  Sue said it’s
getting late for me, she needed the toilet but
full were all three so in to the woods she was
shown a good spot to ***.

As she squatted a bear trap went off cutting
Sue in to three. Her scream unheard as only
things that go bump in the night could be
heard aloud in the trees.

Brother Newton went off to sleep only to be
awoken as someone carried him off trapped
in his sleeping bag was he, In the background
Alice cooper could be heard, the man behind the
mask as he was violently smashed against the tree.

Brother Newton now left as all that could be seen
was a red soaked sleeping bag sinking in to the
lake near camp never again to be seen.

Grandma went off with Orchidee to pray, but
as they approached the alter tubular bells could
be heard as the cross fell or was it pushed?
And nailed under the cross were both. We forgive  
they both said as there life left for another less
blood soaked place..

*To Be Continued
853 · Mar 2015
Sewn Words Never Spoken
Poetic T Mar 2015
And all lips were sewn
So that the word was
Never spoken, not uttered
Under darkened breath.
Whispers were its key
And that lock was now shut.

For with out word what can
Spread it lies upon the listening
World, all was silent, mumbling
Echoes of a now restrained voice.

Evil is one word, its is four letters
Two Syllable that can spread, but
Now it is unspeaking, rejoice knowing  
That words are sealed. Kept from
The ears of those susceptible
To the whispers of corruption.
Of moments clouded, but a single
Now forever sewn closed *words.
Poetic T Jun 2015
I know your hiding under my bed, I think your trying to
Hide unseen, but I know that Your there waiting to scare
Me out of my mind and out of my bed.

I wonder what you are? but I'm to scared to peak below
The covers, as the fright maybe To much. I may lose my
Mind, gone crazy they said.

I talk to you not expecting a word back, but a voice I hear
Is it in my head, we talk for a while not so scary.
Was it my imagination that ran wild is this all in my head.

We talk about scaring, and  who to scare the best, the fun
Of the fright, I talk to the monster under my bed, it may
Be scary, but now a friend who hides under the covers to
Make others jump with fright in darkness there scare is the best.

Be afraid when the light is out, as it may be my friend the
Monster waiting to scare you under your bed. Will you
Scream, will you shout, will you run when he visits your
Room under the bed when the lights turned out.
Poetic T Jul 2015
I fell into the words and they sang to my
Like sirens They dragged me, drowning
Senses mesmerizing me. Could I pull myself
To be a thought of senses glazed.

Like a ship I sailed over their meaning, I saw
Into depths I had never seen, awoken feelings
Surged upon my voyage into that moment,
A sea of plentiful introspective thought

Frozen in forms of ink were these occasions
That like an iceberg hit me under the bow, I
Didn't know I was sinking into this till to late,
I was the captain and I sank into your words.
Poetic T May 2015
I was different from the others,
Once I lived in a shell,
It was ok most of the time,
Till the thunder
It rumbled, then,
"PHEW"
It seeped in to the shell,
I learnt to hold my breath,
Then I stretched and
Crack,
Creak,
"WOW"
That first steps a big one!!!
I'll take the back door thank you,
As I waddle upon twigs and sticks,
"Mamma"
"Mamma"
"WOW"
What floor is this,

"Little one of feather and beak"
"You are twenty feet up"
"Any lower and we are cat feed"

Gulp as I looked over the edge down below.

"Now you were safe within your little shell"
"This is the wide world"
"Full of wonder but danger as well"

What are these things that hang from me mum,

"They are feather my little one"
"With these you will feel the wind beneath your feet"

Can I fly right now?

"No little one"
"You must learn to walk"
"Before air glides beneath feet"

Mother looked on with proud eyes as her little one
With small claws did try fumbled, fell,
But always got up.
Time passed a day or two, feathers dry
And feet were working too,

"Now little one are you ready to be free"
"To soar upon the winds up their"

"What mama"
 "You want me to do what"

But I don't like heights,
I never go near the edge of the nest,
Like my bro and sister who have already taken flight.

"You must first conquer your fear"
"Let your heart breath free"

"I want to mamma"

"I believe in you son"

So with pride in heart and my mothers
Words in my mind,
I looked at the edge of twigs and leaves
I stepped forward, then back
Then remembered mama's words.

"You must first conquer your fear"
"Let your heart breath free"

And with that moment in mind,
I stepped,
Feathers out proudly as feet met air
And I opened my eyes
I was free.........
I was one with the wind and clouds
I had conquered my fears as mamma said.

"Soar high my little feather"
"You have made a mamma proud"

I heard her voice and tweeted with happiness
The ground was my fear, but the air was my freedom.
We must overcome our fears to fly free
851 · May 2016
What It Kept Behind
Poetic T May 2016
The door never relinquished its grip,
baneful whispers knocked endlessly
non where heard but some screamed.

Clamouring upon senses worth, edging
them towards deliriums shade. Wishing
to open lingering to be again rebirthed.

But wood inscribed knots hidden where
eyes did not linger, few could see what it
forcibly entombed, kept forever concealed.

There are many bushes that linger outside
its view, these are the souls that dared to
knock once now obscured.

It will keep knocking on the veil, waiting
for it true intent now cunningly revealed. 
Who will be its bearer, who will keep it entombed.

*"Can you hear the door knocking will you
seek its shrouded truths,
Don't seek what other do not hear, for what lingers behind this place will be your downfall
851 · Jul 2014
Blue Pill, Red Pill
Poetic T Jul 2014
Which one??
I cant think straight,
The ***** is misting over my thoughts
The blue pill,?
The red pill,?
Which one will I take
They'll both end it,
To much has happened
Life is a mistake.
Is this the ***** talking,
A depressant
Not a happy drink like everyone thinks,
I'm so tired
Sleep takes me, not a pill
Awoken,
Regrets,
Guilt,
"What the hell was I thinking"
Nothing is worth that,
My mind was misted
confusion rained down,
Flooding with emotion,
I nearly took my own life.
The red pill
The blue pill
Now in the bin where they belong.
850 · Sep 2019
Word Sail
Poetic T Sep 2019
Words are a sail,
   
 that is either
     Greeted at the port of others.

Or shipwrecked on the rocks  
of
    ignorance...
Poetic T Oct 2020
Cursing like they diamond but
they don't even cut glass..
   Holding wraps of cash, but the top and
bottom be 50's but the rest is the monopoly
that they can't even pay...


They are burning rubber on the expense,
  but they rented, they dent...  
          Paying back on the record company.
You sold 50 thousand but you owe
                                                   a hundred grand.

They ain't going to shoot out you knee caps,
         there just going to gang-**** your voice..
Thinking you original, swallow that pride,
you one of there cash cows,  
           they milking you, can you say Moo!!!
******* around making the milk sour.

They'll just pressure bolt you
lobotomized, on the industry you either overdose,
             or working at KFC..  

Think you had grills now sold off to pay
the rent, the only thing you can afford is
a tin foil grill and you only cooking,
                                                 is burgers...

"Hi sir can I take your order,
849 · Jun 2014
Unwanted Voices
Poetic T Jun 2014
They speak to me each one
with there own plan, my
voice struggling to be heard.

Will I know after a while,
which is mine and which are
those that speak with there
own plan.

My mind vast, but will madness
sufficate me, these voices that are
heard whispering in the back of
my mind.

Will they let me be, or will I end up
with the madness that is slowly
consuming me.

My mind and the voices that
were once quite, seem to have it
in for me, unwanted voices I am
never alone, like a virus they are
consuming me.
848 · Sep 2014
Ghostly Love
Poetic T Sep 2014
I am an echo in the wind
A shadow faint
Hardly is it seen,
I am
Deceased
Departed
Echoes
Of life now not seen,
But that breeze you feel
That touch upon your skin,
Is the love I have carried
Even death could not dim,
The Light of our love
Shining,
Warmth,
Vibrant,
Even the veil couldn't
Keep our love apart,
Know that I am here
That feeling is me holding you
When you sleep,
For love has no boundaries
Life,
&
Death,
Love lives even though I'm deceased.
Poetic T May 2016
My hand didn't want to awaken those abjections
but the ink wondered aimlessly on the paper.
Sullen  episodes were like a cloud on the page.

Mists of what was like heavy dew on my
mind, thoughts drooped uncontrollably.
Then they conceded under strain descending.

Ink was abstract as I never understood why
I felt this incosectant need to cry every thought
on paper. My reflection is not what I feel inside.
A series of 3 this is depression there is also, Darkness,  Pain all about inking out thoughts
847 · Oct 2014
Dancing With Death
Poetic T Oct 2014
I danced with death
It was a slow dance
I had to make
Every
Breath
Count
We tried to keep in step
For the wrong move
Took away a much needed
Breath,
Inhale,
Exhale
Keep him in your sight,
It was a tiring dance
But it was keeping me alive
We break-danced,
We tangoed many ways he tried
To break my step,
Fandango(Spanish)
Jitterbug
Ice dancing,
Was my winner, as bones don't
Do well as his **** sat on ice ,
"I laughed out loud,
He didn't take kindly to that,
But a
Deal,
Was a
Deal,

Another year to live
Many more breathes
Till next year death,
Till I dance once again with he called **death
847 · Dec 2017
Tempest Of Others Emotions
Poetic T Dec 2017
Glaciers withered within me, evaporating
into clouds of despair. I collect within a dispersal
of all that was cloudless, but now I'm slowly
reseeding within a squall of sorrows,
              withered emotions now on the cusp
of what is darkening the skies of my fortitude.

But they say every cloud has that glimmer of hope,
                        a silver lining of reflection within.
That discoloured allure faded before it began.
And now all that I'm consumed by,
              is shades of ashen contemplations.

Static discharges of emotions collide in
turbulent clashes, as words shatter
pine trees of fortitudes, splintering hearts.
Echoing from within,
                         glancing the air in discord.
Precipitation finally collapsing below.

After every storm there is a moment clarity,
where tears fell and emotions disfigured
                                another's calm ground.
Remember that when the clouds are gone
that the illumination of emotions will
shine though, and once again there is calm.
845 · Mar 2021
Cement Boots...
Poetic T Mar 2021
You were the cement boots around
my ankles and I would sink beneath
your gaze screaming as I sank to the
                                                  bottom.

I saw the others the ones who failed
your questioning, your mind games
of unconscious action and reaction.

But with me, I screamed in laughter,
as I knew that you'd always let me
drown enough to be conscious of
                       your ever-changing needs.

We were the lime and the sand,
our words the water that would be
mixed together. We would be concrete
           metaphors of each other's needs..

And I found it slightly ***** when you
tried to metaphorically drown me in
                                       your mind.
I always learnt some depth to you the
                         longer you let me drown.
844 · Feb 2019
Cyclone Sylables
Poetic T Feb 2019
We are the virtues of natures
                           measurements.
No matter the strength that portray ,
                            we are each but wind.

Captured in a singular episodes
that collects

                                within a series of




cyclone syllables.


              And each is more vocal.
                 causing more destruction with


meanings that was expelled before.



Weep on the condensation that falls,
                 for the breath that collects after
                 will carry you further
      

Than any that fell in subjugation
                               before any verse...

where all wind in an eclipse of motions,
                      also surpassing every falling..
844 · Mar 2014
Low Battery
Poetic T Mar 2014
I am running  on empty my time was
nearly done, I was born full charge but
that day has supposed its moment.
  
I used to energetic, I used to run
around in my youthful days,
but those days now dispersed in haste.
  
My energy is at critical no charge will I hold,
I no soon that i will be an empty vessel
when my last spark of charge is depleted.
  
But will I sit and wait for that day to come,
I will live life to the fullest what may pass.
  
My charge is nearly on empty but i still have
to live my life, till my charge is depleted and
the spark flickers and then its gone as is breath.
843 · Dec 2014
Christmas On The Street
Poetic T Dec 2014
I sat looking at my tree
Its scratched branches held
But tinsel fashioned from old foil
"Grease still smelt"
Hunger,
Wanting,
Warmth
"Needed in the cold morning"
Bottle caps, coloured adorned the
End of bare branches. If I smelt each one
Flavours of ill afforded treats,
The stomachs, roar as in a pride
Of hunger, growling at others to show their need,
"Sammy's Sarnies"
"We wait on empty promises"
Then the door "ajar" wrapped bread  throw out
"As if feeding rabid animals"
"The door slams shut"
We scatter,
"Each for themselves"
"There is no honour in hunger"
Mouldy,
Stale,
Relishing
That others would throw out,
"This is the Christmas on the street"
"Our trees of bare branches"
"Adorned with found things"  
Now added to the huddling circles
The caps release faint odours
As the foil burns,
I taste in the air what was,
That now burns too keep each warm in this pride
Of the street, tomorrow our  roars will
Once again roar loud, but tonight
It is about only keeping warm.
Poetic T Aug 2014
It was the light show of the heavens
Grazing the atmosphere,
Like fairies skimming on a pond,
"Then the light faded"
But something was wrong
Shadows moved upon there own
No longer were they prisoners
The light had brought Darkness
Upon us all,
They were like trap doors
For what ever fell in to the shadows grasp
Was gone
Flesh,
Bone,
Cloth,
All consumed
As if fallen in to a black hole
Street lights were a place
For ladies of the night
But people crowded around
Where ever light shone
Illuminated
Bright,
Florescent,  
The shadows would dare not go,
Those on the rim were easy pray
For a wrong step
And in to the night screaming
Then silence
Never to be seen again
But shadows get in to places where
light Is needed
But a shadow print
Placed over metal then it was gone away,
So the lights flickered
On,
&
Off,
With each flicker
The crowd thinned
Screams then a soundless nothing
The emergency light glowed on
Like an angel keeping those below from harm
But the light was dimmer than before
Many were lost as time went by
But the sunrise was ticking closer by
As dawn broke upon the world,
The ghouls of shadow
Screamed as in Pain,
The light corrupted the darkness
It was ****** in to its on abyss
Then nothing,
What was once inanimate
Then full of darkened life
Consumed the world in black
Was once again upon the foot,
The light of the heavens
Had opened a gap
Where living darkness crept upon the ground
Corrupted shadows
Gave them life,
But now light had brought there demise
Life will never be the same
When light turns darkness alive.
842 · Mar 2014
Cutting words
Poetic T Mar 2014
I write words on my flesh
with knifes gently scratched
in to my skin,the healing happens
words, meanings for ever there
many place to write to
keep the words locked in.

Deep words that bleed letters,
not gentle as before these words
scar my skin, messages not to forget
to deep to remove, always a message
to remember. Not only cut in to my
flesh but scaring  the soul within.

I write words over my body the letters
locked in meanings do each have, I am
a canvass for love, hate, the pain that
I feel within.
Poetic T Nov 2016
I cut the umbilical cord
and my son fell to the
floor screaming then silence.

"Then I spoke,

Kids moving out, emotions tears truth..
That ill always be here but the cord is broke.

They take a new path of independence,
Of new discoveries and sad times...
discovery and new memories forged.

But I'm your mother and will always be here when needed.
841 · Jun 2014
I,m Smart They Told Me So..
Poetic T Jun 2014
I tell people
I'm smart,
they ask how
I know,
and I said the combined IQ of the voices in my head, told me so..
841 · Jan 2015
Straightjacket Purity
Poetic T Jan 2015
He feels the tightness it presses upon
His appendages, all that was free
Now tightly
Wrapped,
Buckled,
Harmful*
Ways kept beyond his reach
He is in
"Feathers of insanity"
They keep his wings solidly
In place, for with them open
"They would expand"
Cutting,
"Upon his flesh"
Cutting,
"Upon his madness"
Cutting,
That which is a reflection seen,
"Gouged out"
Blind to the madness consuming he,
But this was
Rambling,
Delirium,
Delusions
Of a now tattered mind
He would forever be
In the purity of the jacket
"Pristine and padded bright white"
Lost in that shattered place, the landscape of his **mind.
840 · Jun 2015
One To Ten (part 1of2)
Poetic T Jun 2015
ONE* said to TWO have you
Seen THREE, then FOUR jumped
Out and FIVE nearly fell out the
Door, SIX was laughing so hard
Because of the fright, then SEVEN
Shouted it,s EIGHT now go to bed
Good night, NINE was exited
Because it was almost TEN, then
After this all were counted, but we
Will leave it till tomorrow, and then
The number fun can start once again.
838 · Nov 2016
A Heart Of Loose Change
Poetic T Nov 2016
My heart is like loose change,
some times that lucky penny
is lost and never refunded.

But some times that little coin
that was just covered in lint is
rubbed and a new gleam is found.

*"Can you dispense a moment and spend
a thought on each others heart beats,
837 · Mar 2014
Sinking
Poetic T Mar 2014
I see the water, light penetrates
deep in to the abyss. Lost in
the darkness, sinking
ever deeper as my eyes
glance the shards of light
wanting to climb these steps
to the surface but grasp  on
to liquid just shadows
a trick in my mind.

My lungs pray for air, but
are betrayed by breath that is
liquid death, as it fills I panic
for a moment then I am at peace.
No fighting as I would only hasten
my demise in this coffin of water.

I am alone as I move no more, as
my life leaves me, I fall asleep never
to be woken to sleep in this my watery grave.
837 · Oct 2016
A Footstep Woven With Words
Poetic T Oct 2016
Life is one word at a time, like a step we never
know what will be in that instant.

Not the past, as that has dried and the footstep has faded.

The future is still a white page not yet touched upon.
And a footstep that hasn't even trod upon as its not been made.

We must see where we stand, and what the words that
are thoughts now sweep upon the page...
836 · Aug 2016
Smelly Breath
Poetic T Aug 2016
Those that talk ****,
          always have the smell
                      of distrust on their breath.
836 · Nov 2016
If You Were
Poetic T Nov 2016
If you were a dewdrop I would never
let you fall alone.

If you were a sunbeam I would capture
so the sun would never go down.

If you were mine I would be in euphoria
that our souls entwined to become one.
Quick one before work for my other half
836 · Apr 2015
I Walked In The End
Poetic T Apr 2015
It was unwinding, like a light on a candle
Fighting to keep the flame burning when
The wick had run out.

Can you outrun life, death, never
Tried till now. But I walked, It was
A flickering existence, we had jumped
The flame once too often and now it
Was our time to be blown out.

"Hold my hand"
"Please hold me tight"

I didn't know these men, woman on
There knees as touching the earth helped,
Tears, screaming at the wind, its ending
They'd scream, but I was in the distance
Leaving those to their maddening self chatter.

It was an amazing sight, the end was bright
Like dominos building fell,
"Paper in the wind was everything else"
Cinders fell as parched winds blew, I had ran,
Then walked. my last view of the world
Was a billboard?
"THE END IS PAST ITS SELL BY DATE"
I laughed as my existence turned to **dust.
Poetic T Feb 2017
Grieving at the gravity that pertains my
Open mind, reality is messy but I except
Driving in a single lane...
                 I'm a singular life time of experience


And when I leave this undertone of reality
            I know that this is singular

in existence.........
Poetic T Dec 2015
And those of the perception in a waking moment
all saw what was coming as it crept upon sight.

With eyes that were the gateway the pools of black
the door was shared forever sealed shut.

All were of eyes pearly now impenetrable
To what they gazed upon  in silence.

It stood in the veil scratching into realms
Of  wanted plains to gorge upon souls.

But where all were blinded one door was
Open, seeing to where its steps would be fallen.

Those of lost perception gathered to lend sense
Where no sight could gaze upon the coming.

She looked upon the shimmer that had torn and
With hand held ever forward touching unto oblivion.

All that were pearls shone in the darkness and with
Each hand did sew one loop in the fabric of reality.

It lunged prematurely but the ties were sewn and the
Prophecy of the blind was sealed with but one that saw.

All tough those that's had the seed wilted from sight, with
But a drop became a flood of meaning and sealed it tight.
Though we can not see does not mean we can not defend our selves from its arrival
834 · Nov 2014
Let Me In
Poetic T Nov 2014
I need it to be within you, to touch
Your skin, I whispered
Words,
Bickering,
Mesmerized
By what was spoken
I would knock on bones
Three times
"Let"
"Me"
"In"
I wouldn't hurt you
Much, It wasn't my wanting
The anger just took hold
Its cold out here
"Let"
"Me"
"In"
Skin so soft, my touch burns upon
Your nerves
"LEAVE ME ALONE"
"What do you want"
I whisper like a hurricane
In to your soul
The words
"LET"
"ME"
"IN"
I wish to wear you, to be you
But me I'll not hurt you,
I want to be as before
I want to be that which walks the halls
I want to taste your blood on my tounge
I want three words
"L"
  E"
      T"
"M"
       "E"
"I"
"N"
I lose my temper, rage flares
I had thrown you to hard this time
"Damaged flesh puppet"
"No use to me"
I whisper one last thing
"See you soon my plaything"
"Eternity I will play with your strings"
As you scream with last breathes
"******* this door is closed"
"Never To Let You In"
One door closes but many more will I knock
The same question asked **"will you let me in"
834 · May 2016
Universely Dismantled
Poetic T May 2016
This arcade of lights opalescent in nature
weaving on the fabrics of particles that
coalesce in the soup of creation.

concepts of reality entwined with in
linear moments that have yet to happen,
come to pass, that are distant echoes seen.

The merry-go-round of galaxies gravities
playground, like a slowly draining sink,
into the darkness of voids we disappear.

When the vacuum of this reality cleans the
carpet and all is dark, will it once again
regurgitate what was swallowed and start again.
833 · Oct 2017
Which is Witch?
Poetic T Oct 2017
which one was the one that the
Witch made into a frog "Riibbbittt"
which frog is your husband?

Witch could you please use
which ever spell you used to
Witch your curse upon...

which frog will slimy lips kiss,
Witch did laugh as kisses did kiss
which one please the wife did ask..

Witch looked as tears did fall,
which one do you love was asked?
Witch looked at her emotions..

Which one is ugly but has beauty within?
Witch looked at her eyes pondering downwards.
Which one was chosen? a kiss did show.

Witch smiled as smoke collected around all,
Which kiss saw beneath, a man now stood
Witch did smile, love is beneath the many layers

Witch taught a lesson of which we must all learn,
Which is that we must look beneath to find love..
833 · Dec 2017
Gentle Fingers
Poetic T Dec 2017
Her ******* were like damp snow,
       teasing but letting my fingers
tread lightly.

She felt ever motion, the imprints
of my wonderings were left
                in the cotton of damp fingerprints.

I never went below the snow,
         sometime
just treading lightly,
       is enough to make her moan.
833 · Oct 2020
Not So Shiny...
Poetic T Oct 2020
We may give them all of us,
                          but they are cheap,
                             ******* around like were
worth 5 cents and not the diamond that we gave them.

But they end up broke,
                                broke up,
                 broke as there on the street.

Clothes on the pavement.
And we were richer without them, no ******* around,
                          begging like were paupers.

But were prosperous without them,
                            there begging on the street.
The only thing they get is middle fingers,
             and your trash your love isn't even worth


the 2 cents to recycle...
833 · May 2014
Falling Rain
Poetic T May 2014
They fall like heavy rain to the street below,
impacting the lives randomly as do they stop,
tore to pieces, lumps, a stain on the now
crumbling wall, They were just drinking tea,
then the rain fell and they were no more.
The drops fell everyday, rickety shelters in a
garden false hope, but what hope was there
when the noise of incoming clouds could be
seen and heard so dark as they floated by,
then the rain when it fell, rubble now where
lives where lived, as what was inside now
strewn about.

The heavy rain did fall, where it fell fire
breathed and destruction was the music
of the day, a symphony of of mayhem on
a grand scale. Streets run red and black
lives were lost to the rain randomly each
day, you lived each day as if it was your
last for when the rain fell it took you in
a moment or you wished it took you in
the blast.

As injuries from torn skin bones smashed,
would you survive luck was the friend, and
death took many away for when the rain
dropped and the buildings burnt with those
like wicks burned alive. It was a terrible time
and may be again never forget those that
pasted and for those that lived on ...
This is about when the UK was bombed in the second world war and they fell like a rain of death
832 · Oct 2015
Finger Puppetters Soul
Poetic T Oct 2015
Hair entwined upon a frogs throat no words escape,
Phrases silenced upon glyphs her fingers shift.

Skulls oculus vacant onyx blighted in introduction
Or demise, unseen  glyphs taint your sight mine.

Hair warped on twigs embrace, like a servant I
Usher your will entwined on fingers legacy.

Soul is charcoal in my thoughts no purity, nevermore.
I am the shadow lingering with string behind the door.
Poetic T Jan 2016
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