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831 · Aug 2014
Old Man Jenkins
Poetic T Aug 2014
He sat there on the porch,
Like clock work he would sit,
The swinging chair connected above
Not the seat that he loved,
All though it was good for a sleep.
The stained rocking chair,
Coloured so many times
Each coating breaking though the last,
His pride of place,
"Good morning mam"
"Evening sir"
It didn't matter who you were
A courtesy
"Hello"
From his porch,
He would rock for hours of the day.
When twilight came,
He would look at the sunset,
Smile,
Then when twilight burnt its last
And the heavens showed off
Rocking, gazing unto the stars
And wished it good night
Old Man Jenkins,
He Seemed to always be there,
But then news came
He had wished his last
Morning,
Evening,
Good night,
He was our friend,
Now and forever, missed by everyone.
But there are days when we pass
His old rocking chair still there
It rocks back and forth
Sun,
Wind,
& rain,
His chair rocking as if to say hello,
We look to it depending the time of day
And answer
"Good evening Mr Jenkins"
And when night falls,
The stars seem to shine that little more bright,
Sitting in heaven on his comfy chair,
He takes in the view rocking for eternity up there.
830 · Jan 2018
Coal Mine Canaries
Poetic T Jan 2018
Flies crept on cremated wounds
                       that had healed untidy..
stitches were never removed
they just descended within
                               suffocating the scars..

Scratching at there depth
within.
              The conciseness
       that caused the cuts to linger.
But still they bled internally.

Your scheming of false fears
            will be actioned upon...
Your just a canary in a coal mine,
        not realizing your already dead.
suffocated within a dark place..

I'm never going to heal,
           but I'm never going to
suffocate on my ego.
         Yours will just sing
till no one listens, sing silently little bird.
830 · Sep 2015
Taking In The Scenery
Poetic T Sep 2015
Staring out of the window a blank stare
Radiates outwards, cold methodical
Unfeeling of what is seen.

"What do you think,

As not even a glimmer of life breathes forth
A reply, and they just stare at the film reel
Of scenery that leaves eyes behind.

"We'll be their soon, don't worry,

Head leans forward as eyes brushed closed,
Nothing is missed it wasn't the others times
When eyes stared to long now closed.

"What shall I do with you,

"I know I spy,

No answer comes back, just silent, vacant
stillness.

"Fine be like that see if I care,

Dried up roses sit on the back seat. petals
Scattered over the vacant area, others
Dyeing an old wet jacket soiled and haggard.

"May I borrow that I have some thing in my teeth,
"Don't worry Ill give it you back,

He leans over, and removes it, making an
Unpleasant squelch as if not wishing to
Let loose that which is desired.

"Look I gave you to look after,
"Not to own its mine,

With a final pull taken with force.
Picking slowly at that piece of burger stuck
Lodged in-between two teeth, them a bump.

"Holy mother of crap,
"This is your fault for not releasing it when I asked,

As blood seeps from a lip, teeth bathed in droplets
Of crimson smudged with every painful lick and
Touch of their grazed lip.

"Here have it back,
"It was mine, but now I'll... I'll...,
"Who am I kidding, not like it can do anything else,

Sitting back in the car a hanky chief held tightly
Between teeth lip and tongue. Were here now?
Don't look so shocked, as headlights glare.

"Now look I prepared it for your arrival,
"Always best to plan ahead,

A picnic sheet, is laid on the dry grass, and then
As a stiff crack is heard echoing out, from
Where rigor-mortis  has set in like stone.

"Wow maybe I drove a little too long this time,
"But you liked the views didn't you,

As the knife again pulled out of their chest,
wiped upon the sheet.  it was a cheap thing
Only good was to wrap up unwanted things

"Good as new,

Sweat drips on the ground, as the shovel
tightens the shallow graves soil,
Leaves pulled from the boot cover evenly.

"Another one rested, I do enjoy these drives,
"Next one may have to be shorter?

Getting in to the car looking at the empty seat,
Thinking of how soon another like ones
Before will sit in that seat and enjoy the ride.
829 · Jul 2014
Fortune Cookie No1
Poetic T Jul 2014
A wise man
Is only wise,
When he knows
There is always
Something more to learn...
829 · Jun 2014
The Bells
Poetic T Jun 2014
They say the bells
Toll for
No man
But they will toll
For love,
For death,
Peace,
And
War.
The bells will toll
When the great pass
And when so many
Poor fall.
They
Will chime
With the falling
Of every hour.
The bells
Will toll
For everything
Except man.
Poetic T Mar 2017
I felt the edge of my nightmare, grasping to the subconscious
worries that were clinging like venomous fangs delving inwards.
Dreams were a potato peeler on the different skins that
were pealed from my normality to what turned metaphorical
hairs white, I screamed in high definition of speechlessness.

Have you ever woken to find that the reflection of what was
coherent within your diluted dreams had clung to your eyelids?
Escaping the dreamscape of illusion and collecting into the
tear ducts of deliberations connecting eclipses of reality
that was a mirage of what I conceived in both verses.  

I had awoken in momentary seclusion, short lived like a
verse of a haiku that versed much but bleed more than it
had versed. I was a paradox of complexity, my tribulations
were collecting in lagoons of reality about to burst.
I was immersed in a mirage of impulses and needed to visualize.

I felt the edge of my nightmare, and it penetrated like
satin fissures on my delicately woven reflections.
Those that stared back upon me, expressing their intentions.
We are a motion of luminosity and twilight and our
dreams weave a thin line that lingers in our dreams..
828 · Dec 2017
Neighbourhood Junkie
Poetic T Dec 2017
I'm a neighbourhood ******
of truth, I'll inject everyone
                               of you,
The needle isn't contaminated  
with untruths, the only thing
I inject within you is the truth..

Wannabe,
                false fashion,
                                          ripoff
that has only one place when
used up by those whispering
in ears like a messiah, of false
prophesies of riches that only
cloth the pockets of would be
rules of a patch that is never
                   theirs just a mirage of power..

I've been spat upon,
                            I have holes!
Of my consequences that others
have vented upon me from afar.
But I'm the neighbourhood
                                           ******
injecting truths, saving lives
          that would be caskets
                             silently cried upon.
827 · Jul 2016
We Are All Of Empty Thought
Poetic T Jul 2016
Could I be more empty than what I am, I 'm a room
within so many buildings of what are now vacant with
vagrants of contested thoughts.

Please don't think because my rooms are empty that
there is nothing in there even though it doesn't
look desolate it is full of lingering shadows of thought.

We fill the hollow vastness of non relative meanings
with nothing but essences of what we lumbered on?
My thoughts are of empty consequences nothing less.

Can you see in the deserted realms of a once awoken
mind, now it is hollow as each room of thought became
depleted of anything but unoccupied stagnant thought.
827 · Apr 2017
Dust In Eternity
Poetic T Apr 2017
We are but a lingering breath in the
                                  void of existence.

When we exhale a final vocalization
                of our moments that shed a tear.

We are but a grain of earth that grows
                          petals. that will always fall.

Our place is in memory, we are but a breath
                                               
                                              in a grain of sand falling.
827 · Jul 2015
Unicorns Curse
Poetic T Jul 2015
Black unicorns, sheathed were there jaded jewels
Upon a head greated with onyx main, for too be  
Free that which hungered, yearned for rose blood.

Cloaked upon darkness, but a closer look, bled the
Blackest crimson and a tiny tear of scarlet red, never
Eating only ever drinking life's essences now bled.

Starved until white, where a main was purer than
Snow on winters hills, and a jewel now cleansed,
Now transparent, jagged horn aborning purist silk.

But know that if a drop was too great upon main
Or cut upon jagged jewel, then man woman or child
Will fall beneath its blade seeping, letting it drink full.

Cursed with beauty and a harvesting of crimson it
Will carry you on a journey. depending if a main is
Pure of life, or red feeding on wines bleeding death.
827 · Mar 2014
My brain just got jumbled.
Poetic T Mar 2014
I woke up this morning in the
right frame of mind,  eyes were
a blur I couldn't see one inch in
front or even behind.

I walked to the toilet stood up
right, water dribbling down my
leg this wasn't right, It should have
shoot over the seat so I went to
grab it and air I touched. I know
I'm not well endowed, its not that
cold to have shrunk that much
during the night.

I scratched my head, panic set in where
was my meat and were did all that hair
come from. A wig glued to my head, I was
bald last night when I went to sleep, where
did it all come from, god it smells nice.

I found some glasses on the side of the bed,
worried that I had changed since the last
time I sleep, wait this isn't even my bed.

I looked down and what did I see, double DD
melons hanging off of me, I turned and saw in
the mirror now that I could see, I hot woman,
hello I said, wait THATS ME.

Then I heard a voice it said 3,2,1 wake up now
your with me, and I was me in front of
others laughing at me, hearing the voice
saying so you couldn't be hypnotised
a woman you were in front of all to see.

MY BRAIN JUST GOT JUMBLED as I
grabbed down below, there was my piece
thank god I'm me and not a woman, I cant
tell me friends this happened to me .
826 · May 2015
The Four Stages Of Death
Poetic T May 2015
-Life-

Was the *cruellest
of gifts It gave us
Hope, but it is a coin tossed too often,
For within moments
Breath,
Beats,
Blood
Coursing through this vessel
To keep it upright, motions of every fibre
Never one without the other. But *breath
is
Fleeting, one stops then another moments
Now becoming less time life now evicted stops.


-Reaper-

That exhalation that signalled the end, taken
From you, stolen by this hand of bone
And kept like a trinket, something
That he has held to many times,
Lost,
Forgotten,
Dammed
Ones who he misplaced in that darkened place.
He was just one of the keepers charged with
But the flow from their to here. but all
Things have a purpose and so
This existence now claimed by another.

-Soul Keeper-

Was the cleaner of what was  before,
Life's distractions, deaths fingerprints,
Where cleansed from this orb of
Thought,
Conciseness,
Essence
Of what was, two shades spiral,
One white one like a smear, some where
More of one, never one purest
Pearl or charcoal . There was always a
Hint of light or dark in every orb held.

-Scales Of Judgement-

We are weighted not by the flesh or the bone,
As they are nothing once the soul is gone
Life,
Death,
Rebirth,
Are the ever moving cogs, but some
Are broken to be put in a place
Where the broken things
Live,
Rot,
Decay,
In that place never to be reborn, this is
There end place of limbos playground.
All are judged on the scales showing
the aura of there lifes deeds
Be they heaven worthy or to the pit
There moments burn, but some are
To far gone, and in limbo they stay.
The scales are the defining moment of four stages
Life,
Death,
Energy,
Judgment
On this final journey, are you worthy, to be
In the light or darkness, to be reborn or
To the nether place of broken toys.
Live your life, but remember judgement
Is only three steps from life away.
Poetic T Oct 2014
Footsteps upon the ground
Of where past stood,
Trampled by the present and
Shamed upon by those who
Look upon beyond and
Bow heads
In shame,
For regrets
That transpired in those
First footsteps,
Once trod upon.
They were aged but still
Visible even though
The idea was trampled upon,
We must look back
Look at what transpired
A dream was built
Innocent
Blindness
Nightmare
Reality
But what was its price
Is it truly a dream
If so many paid for It
With those first footsteps
Can a footstep ever be erased..
826 · Sep 2019
Challenge Of The Day
Poetic T Sep 2019
Waking up isn't the
           challenge.

The struggle, is lasting
        the day.

To realise you have another
                  morning to feel alive.
825 · Aug 2014
Raven Messanger
Poetic T Aug 2014
Black feather, eyes as dark of night
What do you see with those
Pools of midnight,
You scratch upon naked rock
Talons like knifes
Symbols,
Cryptic,
Answers,
Not, for you are the bringer
Of news many wish not to hear,
But you are the midnight bird,
Dressed all in black
Emotions hidden
Behind those eyes,
As dark as coal,
But shine so bright,
What do you want,
What have you come to see,
Bearing witness, to my plight
A messenger to my untimely death,
I touch your feather
Black,
Silk,
Midnight,
Eyes I now see through
I see that you are but a messenger
Not of ill will but to warn
Of deaths intentions on this night
Extinguish,
Smother,
Erase,
My flame called life,
I 'm ready for what is to come,
I nod with expectants,
Thank you,
Messenger,
I miss understood
You are cloaked in darkness
To hide from deaths sight,
Eyes black as midnight, to hide your stare
Fly before you are caught this night
Try to warn others of there impending plight.
824 · Aug 2017
My Guiding Star
Poetic T Aug 2017
Where is the twinkle
the one who shots across
             my vision,
my star....

I look and see a starless void.

You were meant to guide me,
but you are vacant like the sky.
824 · Jul 2015
Phoenix Falling 9/11
Poetic T Jul 2015
Birds flew stagnant wings did stay there
Course, frozen gazes like medusas stare
As whispers became silent up stared.

Upon did the phoenix burn, and all was
Ash and fire. Screams of unknown were
Swallowed in moments and silence birthed.

Wings did perch to another place, but
Screams did pierce the silence, as this bird
Now illuminated and embers again fell.

An angel fell, so many did, gracing air now
Pain unfelt. Freedoms innocence did crumble
Did fall pillars fragmented downwards.

Day turned in to a perpetual grey night,
All was consumed in the fallen, swallowed
Was all silence, voices, people consumed.

All were the same that moment, what stood
Tall like the  phoenix now ash fell, covered
In what was inanimate, lives severed gone.

A moment Frozen, sealed in memory, in an
Occasion that history will never forget remember
Those gone, as towers and lives descended down.
9/11 never let us forget
Poetic T Jan 2016
My words wish to ascend , but my thought are that
Of an archer and I **** them before they release.
823 · Oct 2014
Silence is.. 10W
Poetic T Oct 2014
Silence
Is
Golden
But
Screaming
Is so much more fun
821 · Oct 2015
Sailors Hymns
Poetic T Oct 2015
The call serenaded upon calm wave,
enticing weary ones to their graves.
Angelic calling to the thaws of man,
All would succumb when voices began.

Consuming waters enveloped sight,
As beauties voices serenaded their plight.
All of home of love was slowly erased
On salty winds their breath they could taste.

They sang a different song to each mans heart,
Telling each they were the only one,never apart.
In the deep did the truth silently now lie,
Using pawns to trick those above up high.

Many bones to bleach in the darkest abyss
The flesh of man, a taste of purest bliss,
A voice angelic even in drowning death
With each voice take in, they take their last breath
821 · Feb 2016
A Nerds Valintine
Poetic T Feb 2016
Your my E=mc2 we collide like
Mu=Mv1+mv2 we become as one.

We are neutron stars that are hearts
Expelling love to each others starts.

We are love expelled in forms of energy
But it never fades only changes forms.

*"I loved you in a millie second, that lasted an eternity,
821 · Sep 2014
Cold Stiff
Poetic T Sep 2014
He arose from the grave
Money in pocket,
To pay the keeper
But he had dead ideas instead,
Stiff,
Meat,
Warmth,
He walked with a limp
Only because one foot rotted off,
He was in search of warmth
He needed to the feel heat inside
He was expired, cold of life
Icicle,
Rigor-mortis,
Stiff,
But he roamed the night
Screams heard, ladies of the night
Not interested in cold meat,
But the one he happened upon,
***** was her name
and her fetish touch
What the hell
She takes the stiff in her mouth
Gags,
Smells,
Mouth
O well for that cash
I've had worse in my mouth
Licks,
*****,
Dust,
Sprays into her mouth,
Long time since you used that,
As he smiles,
It was worth the three minutes
What do you expect??
A stiff not used
For a life time,
Amazed it wasn't seconds
"If that"
He goes of into the night
Resting once again in his grave
One happy stiff
But because of his night of fun,
There is always a lump of mud
Raised in his plot,
No matter the times you push it down
It always rises back up..
Poetic T May 2015
prisoner of thought
captured never ending pain
consciousness is caged
Some thoughts we wish weren't trapped within and could be erased
821 · May 2016
I Missed Repayments Of Love
Poetic T May 2016
I missed a  repayment of love
so she evicted my heart.
Leaving my feelings on the curb,
mourning its passing now were apart.
Abcb rhyme
Poetic T Jan 2019
For one to write about me, would be a
          concussion of optimistic reflections.
My words conceal intentionally
                 inner reflections that even
I haven't gazed upon.

I'm a fragment of a picture wrote upon,
             but then bleached with new horizons
                                    that are neither rising or setting.  


Conclusions of my thoughts are like a hurricane in
    the confines of a daisy.
Bright but the beauty never
really placed singularly
                but chained together
in a forced marriage of convenience.

I'm neither what one would expect
or the conclusion of a vast dissection
         to collect
                evidence to my meaning and function.
I'm a verse that moves further than
                             when the words finish finitely.
819 · Sep 2019
First Floor, Check Mate....
Poetic T Sep 2019
They think, that I'm like
   a disowned  feline...

Throwing me out first floor
                    windows..

Do I land on my feet...…
               No I land on my ribs,

on my head, only scrapes..

But my ribs are broken like
             a chess board... one wrong move
and its check mate..

I'm dying where I lie...
             choking on the blood of my
             ******* world moves...


But I landed on my wrist...


They'll never catch my broken *******,

   broken slang.
      

But they knew what a hand held with another
                                                      meant..
a mangled ******* as I survived another day.


I came back like a bee looking to sting,
                     but the ones who fell out there nest


were stung by another not me..


I'll walk another day.. been stung a few times..
             but I learnt my lesson...


Don't mess with the nest unless you

                want to be in anaphylactic shock of


some random fools words

trying to prove,
                               some insecurity for an abandoned




father figure, that's compensated
by a bullet,
                          and a promise of we got your back.
819 · Sep 2014
Collecting My Emotions
Poetic T Sep 2014
I collect my tears
Never to loss that emotion
To the floor below,
Happiness
Sadness,
Pain,
Joy,
Stored never to let them go,
When ever I feel
Overburdened,
I take a drink
Droplets
Clear,
Pure,
Transparent,
Emotions, an elixir
These tears sooth the pain,
I have shed so many,
Some moments,
Others for days,
I never let them evaporate,
Collected them once again,
If tears ever decide to fall.
Poetic T Apr 2017
I asked her to blow the dust of my bean bags,
she looked at me like I was asking of something ungiven.

But she cleansed them within a volume of gargled verse,
vacuuming the soiled reminisce of who's last tongue
had woven there words of lust upon them.

"You dumped me, we were on a break,

But teeth are sharper than a particular female anatomy.

Saying a few syllables in gargled verse,

"This is my **** gun,  "And your fired,

"We were on a BREAK,

I had so many stitches that my ***** looked Frankenstein's
face, never ******* a woman when she has your bean bags
in her mouth, tears of crimson fell as I fainted.
#adult #stupid #***** #humour
817 · Jul 2014
Bruises Fade
Poetic T Jul 2014
When we are
Bruised,
The colours
May fade
But inside we
Still bleed
For a moment, for a whole lifetime that comes to pass
Poetic T Aug 2016
My smile is a collapsed lung of fake-ness
that I breath harder every lingering moment
of my existence.  Mutilating my cogitation
seeing the world in blurs of repetition.

I'm awoken by the pain of visualizations that
will not heed my alone time. But follow me
to that place that should be of silence. Instead
I scream in disillusion, as darkness was my escape.

There words are like raindrops of acid, and my
forest of thoughts wither upon the constant
onslaught of their needing to belittle me in the
presence of others. My branches fall frail to my side.

Others in shame, not a word spoken. No breeze to
hinder the hurricane of illusions that repeatedly
impact on my subconscious place. I'm silent like
a tomb of sorrows, I bury myself inward and deep.

I made my first mistake today, as they like a well
oiled clock, blood hound hunters of my scent find me.
In a moment I heed to my anger and clench my fist,
and then I'm blooded on the floor by there disbelief.

What is life? a moment of breathes that heed in our
existence. Is that what this is called? I collect tears in
threads of and bind them. This is my tears of pain
that I now hang from, pity me now as I only hear silence.
A write about bullying
817 · Mar 2017
The Bee And Flower
Poetic T Mar 2017
For a flower may open late
      but will always pleasure
                the right *bee...
being a ****** isn't wrong, but when they find the right lady well bee and honey....
817 · Mar 2015
Poor Little Fish
Poetic T Mar 2015
I swim in my prison
Of shallow water this
Prison a bowl, all I do
Is go in circles, getting
Dizzy as its the only way
To go.

I spend my days in this
Watery cell, three meals
A day, locked up but I did
Nothing wrong. I see you
Smug as you have open
Space. I just swim around
For the 10552 time.

I wish to swim in the open
Sea, but I was taken with
No wish to be in this cage,
Tiny thing which you  have
Brought for me.

I will dream of open spaces
Water further than the eye
Can see, but then I hit the
Glass wall of my cage an it
Is now my limited existence
In this bowl and me...
815 · Jun 2015
An Itch To Scratch
Poetic T Jun 2015
I have clandestine thoughts that were
But an itch needing to be scratched.

I had impulses that like A puppet
Were controlling these incessant urges.

Seduction of the moment willed its way,
I must  now follow thoughts gone astray.
This can be taken many ways, it is the imagination of the reader to decide what this may be about.
814 · Mar 2017
My Mind Is Constipated
Poetic T Mar 2017
My mind is constipated, I try to force
upon the bowels of my mind but nothing
is versed, only flatulence of syllables
that linger in the air.

Gagging on the stench was released outwards,
others cringe at what was versed in
needing of a release. I look upon the laxative
of imagery and I feel my mind soften up.

My pen sits on the white waiting for a release,
without warning a vocalization is forced slowly.
I spray my syllables on to the white, relaxed that
the congestion is released, words flow eagerly out.
Poetic T Oct 2014
My eyes bleed emotion
The blood is clear,
Like a cut I weep
Upon the surfaces
Of my face,
And leave a trail
Easy to follow upon
The floor, I am bleeding
Euphoria,
Despair,
Emotion,
It feels raw when
My emotions
Haemorrhage,
I can not stop, I feel
That I will never stop
Happiness,
Is as uncontrollable as
Sadness,
I feel drained
Upon my features
Muscles,
Mind,
Eyes,
Contracting, aching, yearning,
A mixture uncontrollable,
I bleed tears upon a tissue,
Softly wiped off my features
This is my
Agitation,
Affection,
Feelings,
  Congealed in one place
*"I bleed emotions from my eyes"
814 · Jul 2015
Musical Euphoria 10w
Poetic T Jul 2015
Music
         Permeates
                          Cells
Muscles
              Contracts
                             Euphoria
Enveloping
                  Souls
                        Do dance
Poetic T Oct 2015
darkness conceals much
grace obscured in shade
glimpse unseen beauty
813 · May 2014
69
Poetic T May 2014
69
The numbers were said a smile hit their
face, munching of organs *******, licking
and biting. A grin on both faces as a thought
of pleasure of mutual excitement was about
to take place.

A shoe flies off, a sock lands in the fish bowl,
I don't think the fish will mind at the moment,
I don't care. Where shall we do it on the sitting
room floor, to ******* my back and last time
I got to excited and smashed my head off the floor.

The bed it is there now gagging for the pleasure
to start, its too light shall we do it under the blanket,
too hot unless you want sweat dripping off my
*****, to land in you eyes or up your nose,
remember that happened before.

So to light the fires kisses start, the fondling of
different ****** parts,  passionate kisses touching
private parts the fun is about to start. Side ways
or you on top I'll go on top I nearly got black
eyes last time from your up and down *****.
So she licks and he caresses her lips with his lips
and tongue.

She uses the tip of her tongue, then takes it all in
one mouthful, he arches ''OH MY GOD'' he  screams
do that again I want more. As he teases her lips,
opening them up caress with the tip of his tongue,
then sticks his tongue in her love tunnel. He loves
the taste he could drink her juices never full always
wanting more.

Its getting heated she goes faster slower, he finds
her spot nudging it with his tongue ******* on it
she pushes his face in screaming''THATS THE SPOT''
he licks even faster the signs are right as she explodes
over his mouth 'OH MY GOD'' OH MY GOD'' a multiple
she never had one before.

Now she relaxes, '' OH NO YOU DON'T its my turn,
so She speeds up the pace, faster harder than before
using the edge of her teeth a little he likes the pain
then the pleasure more. ''I'M GETTING CLOSE''
I'm going to explode as the ****** comes swallowing
all of his juices lapping it up with her tongue.

But out of the blue, as he relaxed a guff of wind
blows her hair, as she shots up, did you just let
rip as you did before. No he says sheepishly, this
is why we don't do this you get too relaxed, and last
time it was in my eyes and before that a silent but
deadly  squeezed up my nose. This is the last time
I will say those numbers 69. It was good  but you
aren't having them any more.
Poetic T Nov 2015
I died in the womb of despair, the umbilical
cord of desperation suffocated me.

I was floating motionless in afterimages
Of what took me to this place.

My thoughts were stillborn in the aftermath
Of what I had tried what I failed to do.

As I came in to the world of clear minded reflection
I breathed where there was none.

I was neither here or their but now I breath, from
Still motion I inhale life once again.
812 · Oct 2019
Life preserver
Poetic T Oct 2019
I can swim,
   But I'll always

Drown in you..
812 · Oct 2014
Words In The Wood
Poetic T Oct 2014
And so they played they were
Innocent,
But the words in wood
They spoke In black mud
"Wood was"
"Wood is"
"Wood will end"
"Wood will become"
"What had began"
Fear runs fast in young eyes,
As to a father they did run
"Calm down little ones"
And in to woods he took
An instrument of destruction,
So upon wood he did
Hack,
Carve,
Splinter
Pieces now  layed upon the ground,
A splinter did puncture
His finger that bleed upon
Black mudded ground,  
And he dug at hated mud
For words to be seen,
"A splinter"
!Will seal the fate"
"And too wood will consume"
He looked upon the words
And glancing blows,
Now all was splintered
Covered in black mud,
Days had past
Night was calling,
He awoke startled, a burning
Sensation,
Looking where the splinter
Had punctured,  his
Finger unable to move,
Then as the nights did pass
More fingers fell to the numbness
Unable to move,
He awoke
Three nights past,
His hand discoloured
And a elbow locked, so much pain
The fingers now spread out angles were
Distorted,
Altered,
Contaminated,
As the stiffness spread
Arm and hand now
locked in this figure, not natural,
His skin did wrinkle
Not a colour that Is meant to be,
He though he would breath in his last
Outside he ran,
Bare feet did sprint, then for
"No reason"
His feet did stop
Pain seared through his
Appendages
He looked down in horror
Toes rooted to the ground
He reached up
"God what have you done"
And so the skin consumed wrinkled
Like bark his skin did
Manifest
Once only wrinkled
But more like bark from a tree
Wood was destroyed,
It warned in the wood
"Disrespect nature"
"And wood you become"
There is a new tree in the garden
The Mother looks upon this new
Leaved tree
"It looks like your dads face"
"Only just"
The child says,
There father was never seen
But he had paid the heavy price
For the words foretold,  
That wood will consume,
Sap leaks from the tree
Slowly it fell for many months to come
Always seeing but unable to move,
His family sheltered under the tree in
Summers,
Winter,
Rain,
They always kept dry
Under the tree,
And every so often,
A branch would move, to brush up
To be close to his *family.
812 · Nov 2014
Same Ink, Diffrent Pen
Poetic T Nov 2014
We are all colours of the
Rainbow, each droplets  
Of ink different from the
Written,
Wrote,
Penned
Above, below, left & write
We are each a shade  different
To the others, we may use the
Same ink, but my
Pen,
Thought,
Sight
Is different to all in the rainbow,
We are each the same, but all
Unique
Different
Views
Of written life, expressed through our
Mindscape, write my droplets before
"Your ink evaporates"
Embrace all surroundings,
With words that are our expressions of life.
812 · Jul 2014
Assaulted
Poetic T Jul 2014
Do you want me to hit you
*****,
Wimp,
*****,
What have I done, I'm sorry
I LOVE YOU
Don't worry the bruise will fade,
I'll say I walked in to the door
''Who would believe me anyway''
I love you
But you are on my case almost everyday
Your jealousy, insecurity's
You take it out on me,
You were gentle at the start,
But that day has long since past,
All I hear is different record same tune,
Were you looking,
What do you think of them,
What you think out of ten,
I dare not answer,
Tricks,
Manipulation,
Any chance for your anger to release
I LOVE YOU
But my mother always told me
Never hit a woman no matter the excuse,
But I cant take it
Hitting,
Verbal abuse,
Putting me down with any excuse.
I pack my bags when your away
I leave a message!!
I will always love you my dear,
But what you give back is cruelty, abuse
I love you baby, but you have lost me today.
I walk out the door, a chapter ended in my life.
#verbal #hitting #love #hate #cruelty
812 · Dec 2014
Words Of A Viper (Senryu)
Poetic T Dec 2014
Disagreed phrases,
Poisoned delirium spoke,
Untruths are listened.
A lie is still a lie which ever way told but ears do listen,
811 · Jul 2014
Smoke
Poetic T Jul 2014
I Live in
A house
Of twigs and bark
But I like to play with fire
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
811 · Jul 2018
dehydrated dreams [H]
Poetic T Jul 2018
dehydrated dreams
fall like corpses
wilted leaves of night terrors
810 · Apr 2017
502
Poetic T Apr 2017
502
The ruination of a twenty minute piece,
only two stanzas in verse but a  Michelangelo
of verse, but in full discontent it crashed
and my art became white washed into oblivion...

I swigged three vodkas at the nothingness that
stared back, there are some that are creations
never to be repeated, an amnesia of vison
but all I got was a 502 reload **** that...
fix the **** ups or I'm gone...
810 · Mar 2017
A Mother Of Sacrifice
Poetic T Mar 2017
Mother of a thousand words to
get lost in, but the only one that
mattered to us boys was
                                "I love you all,
We respected her in motion but
were lost in testosterone wordings.
Never did we venture to disrespect
after all she taught us the ethics we
verse to day.
               Life's lessons..
"Cooking,
             "Ironing
Manners,
she sacrificed much,
so we are better in ourselves today.
Poetic T Feb 2019
We are more than

      What we etch in
       Collections of breath.


For even though every
     Sentence has a mortality
                                            Rate.


Every word that's repeated
           Gives it a breath of
                              New life.


Always let your vocalizations
      Be voiced to others so that
         They never expire.

But are a fresh breath
on others
            reflections.
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