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Poetic T Jul 2018
Ambrosial stitches weave
       on the seams of closeness.
Arms encompassing beyond grasps,
           never loosing the palms of the other.

Under burgundy does modesty elude,
              outlines of what is crafted beneath.
Locking intimacy together,
                               virtues never revealing.

They are the keepers of each other,
        richness ever filling within.
                     For if every penny was love,
plentiful would there togetherness bring.
Poetic T Jul 2017
The mind is a misuse of reflections,
we gaze upon the maddening of our
life and make order from a doddle
of randomness.

"A tree barks, still no one hears it?

We have the wisdom of moments,
but are we still infants in the scheme
of our growth. Are we still crawling,
but the illusion of us standing gently wilts.

"Freedom is a leash, getting tighter everyday,

Sleep is the illusion of time, for we wake
reliving the same day, but envision it as new.
Time is non-existent, were just a tape replaying
different moments till its overplayed then just ceases.
Poetic T Feb 2016
On glass it skated its thoughts
Breath of exhaled death lingered
It told of its intentions. The mirror
Shone like the sun was birthed.

Then faded in to oblivions face,
Obliteration consumed it façade
Till no shadow or light gleamed.
I remember transfixed on this moment.

Would I touch what was clearly wrong,
Coursed in deliberation, gazing
I saw oneself and shuddered. But it
Was not I that which was gazed upon.

It launched for this needing, of a reflection
Obtaining that which was vacant, I looked
At the mirror screaming and shattered its
Form as a shadow ebbed fading.

"I will miss you,
"But where I was pleased upon,
*"Now I am the reflection of you no more,
opposite
Poetic T Jun 2016
Emulating the reflection of seasons
passing, its waning desire to stay.

Lingering in flurries of breath until
it descended in frailties last moments .

Life became fragmented an outline
now broken.
Poetic T Sep 2019
Perfection

     Is an imperfection.


An imperfection is

        A unique beauty.


We are all beautiful

      With are uniqness.
Poetic T Apr 2016
You wish for diluted darkness to smear away
the hiding place of other words, are we scared
sir, madam, does the night sky bother you,
are we a little afraid? Well don't worry ill only
lock you in their for a little while.

Till your eyes get devoured by my words then you'll
see as I do, can you see the words no understand
what they weave inwards and out, are you scared
sir madam, you should fear me in the light not
the opposite because that's when I see you.

Hide in the darkness linger just a while see
what it means to pen words in the abyss,
and understand what I'm talking about...
Do you see them madam, sir, they know
you see what I see, and there afaid to come out.
Poetic T Mar 2018
Colonial buildings litter the sidewalk,
derelict and rundown. A past that
is fading into the bustle of the street.
Casts mingle, but prejudice lingers.

Tuk-tuks weave through out streets,
collecting tired feet that need a rest.
collecting lunch off street venders,
who greet with smiles, as aromas linger.

Street children, parentless masses sit
on the steps, hands wondering for rupee's.
The taxi doesn't stop, so they shower the path
with change, and they think of their baby at home.

As the old world fades, heritage still lingers.
but contradictions of what was and is contest.
Old ways grasp at the change, but our streets
will soon be a metropolis of fading faces.

"Is this a good thing? or are we moving to fast.
Poetic T Apr 2017
Flushed aromas of seasonal rebirth,
hues coalesce within portraits woven
of motions colliding seeding the earth.
silk petals delicately handwoven.

Brushstrokes of nature weaving on daylight,
dewdrops lingering like teardrops on leaves.
Bees collecting nectar, resting from flight,
life flourishing, nature gracefully weaves.

Tame winds caressing elegant blossom
as tears of colour descend upon height.
Blankets of hues saturate emblossom
resembling cloud pictures, sketches re-create.

Surrounded by fallen tears, natures allure
caressing landscapes, spring delicately pure..
Poetic T Jan 2019
We may look in a room
          enlightened,
  with all that can be seen.

But we will only truly look
             when a dark room
shows what isn't visualised,
                but discovered.
Poetic T Feb 2014
I am blind to the world around
to the beauty that should be seen
with each blink of my eye, a camera
taking a photo but never seeing the film
within.

I could touch everything feel the
senses that are around me, touch and feel
to take it all in with a touch but my fingers
are cold not feeling that which I could
that is around me.

I want to breath deep to smell
life to use my mouth to taste that
which will explode my senses, to
smell it before it is consumed.
fulfil my senses to that which
have I have not smelt or tasted
before.

My sense are fine but I do
not take the beauty of everything
in, life is to busy to see that around to
take it in, to taste that perfect muffin,
not just a bite to throw it in the bin.
I need to touch everything to feel
what is there not just brush past it
we must take everything in.
Poetic T Apr 2014
Times have changed
A new century has begun,
But for some there culture is a prison
they can not out run.
A woman,
A man,
Never met,
But arranged,
The marriage their families have begun.
Not a thought for these people,,
For their hearts
Love,
Emotion,
Heart,
May already be given to someone.
They may be a
Culture,
or
Religion,
But it weighs down on them,
As to an older generation
They must follow
What was done before.
But as time passes,
People must realise
That religion like everythnig else,
Must change.  
To the country and time that
Surrounds them.
Not to in the past
Always move forward
Religions must adapt,
To the future
*And not live in the past...
Poetic T May 2014
You
were the
shot that pierced
this heart, that brought
this stillness in my chest to beat
again, for it beat of loneliness for so
long, but then you shot this arrow in and
it bleed
for a
moment,
then it
skipped
a beat,
and love
did once
again
start
to beat
with in
this very
heart.
Poetic T Aug 2014
Blank canvass,
Then colour brings it to life
Shades and tones scratch in to picture
It bleeds creativity,
Moments become minutes
Which consume the hours of the day,
A picture is formed by
Impressions,
Outlines ,
Engraving.
Life upon the page,
One last brush stoke, shading put there
Complete,
But what did my brush strokes create
A hand, as if  reaching out the page
Ominous,
Distressing,
Sinister,
Is what covered this canvas of white
To look upon it,
"Did my eyes deserve me"
Moving forward as if to clench
I move, but to slow
As what was inanimate,
Now paint drips off as it has hold
Upon my hand,
The paint seeps up as I am consumed
By the canvas
Holding on to the frame,
My finger scratch upon the wood
As I scream,
The terror frozen within the paint,
I am but brush stokes
My face painted on canvas
The hand upon my shoulder
I am cold now,
I am for eternity now the paints prisoner,
The hand is my guard
Such vivid brushstrokes
As if she painted fear upon the canvass
A master piece of cloth and paint
Not knowing I am trapped now for eternity
Terror painted within this frame.
Poetic T Dec 2014
We write, create, for the art to tell us
What it is to be made in to.
It moulds us,
Then with the final
Brushstroke,
Ink,
Bolt,
It then tells us the secret
Which was hidden
It created us too breath life
Where there was none
But know it is seen where eyes didn't *see..
Poetic T Dec 2015
Katie spoke,

"Hi sorry about that"

Don't worry you were only dead for  
Wait for it,"3 minutes 15 seconds,
Well it was good to see this worked,
She smiled and walked off,
But then paused.

"Did you see anything while there??

"I saw only memories of my past,

Kate spoke with tone,

"Do you believe in second chances"

Tears cradling on the cold metal below
"Yes,
"Please,
".......
As she sliced silently upon his throat
I know one will have what I need,
Answers to my question?
I will show those that pass and come back.
I have the power of
Life,
Death,
Rebirth
Is that which I yearn to know, what happened,
What I saw when I let everything  go.
But they took me, now I live again.
I must find the truth,
They will speak the authenticity I seek.

Days past as screaming echoes cling to  the halls
Of this place. Only the wind can carry these
Echoes never heard, just a reproduction
That has fallen silent so many times.

Moments past, looking as the prior acts are replayed in
The temptation that this time will bear fruit
Even though poisoned. A sliver of hollow
life is ****** upon a breast of silent stillness.

"Come on,
"Why cant  they not grasp the importance,

Breath came back to the empty shell, life ebbed
Slowly back as if fearful of what awaited its rebirth.
Looking on with impatience,
The walls were uninviting for first sight as life
Awoke and eyes focused on her.

"Hi I'm Katie,

She smiled as if nothing wrong had been done,
As if a first meet and greet, a tear fell silent.

"Well I thought for a moment you weren't bothered,
"You know about living,
"What was it you....

"Why did you do that,

"Do what,

"You killed me,
"Why bother bringing me back,

No one had spoken to her in that tone before?

"Fine then you ungrateful........,

And the heart defibrillator to the left of her,
She ****** it on her chest

"Clear,

Katie waited a few minutes, then decided
To once again stab her again,
Moments past, coughing, choking on
Restored life. Convulsing then silence

"For gods sakes, I am losing my patience with you,

As she felt her throat, thumb and finger pressing down,
She could feel a pulse, this was a first to have killed one.
To have brought them back not once but twice.
She thought carefully and decided to let her rest.

"Rise and shine darling,
"Now we have shown who is in control,

Don't worry you were only dead for  
Wait for it,"2 minutes 32 seconds,
Well it was good to see this worked,
She had never brought some one back twice.

"I have a question,

"My chest hurts,
"What did you do,

" I stabbed you twice, don't look so shocked,
"It brought you back didn't I,

Silence was caught unaware as neither did
Speak, just uncomfortable  looks.
She tried to get up,
But both her arms and legs both shackled.
Katie regained her composure.

"Did you see anything?

"What kind of question is that,
"I saw many things,

"Tell me I need to know,

As puzzled looks on the woman as to what she
Meant, but ideas where swirling inside.

"What's what I saw worth,

"You don't even know what I want,
"Well if you **** me again you'll never no,

Frustration gathered its pace on Katie's face.
She slammed the door and another creaked
As if old and rarely opened. All that was heard
Was a shallow thudding, followed by screams
Of dismay then a final thud and silence once
Again spoke in the room.

"Look what you made me do,
"That poor man,

Her face awash with tears of blood dripping
On her now polluted garments. She wiped one
Cascading stream and showed it on her finger.

"Do you know what this is, life,
"Now it is but an echo a shade of death,

She stared in disbelief at her words had hastened
The demise of another life. Her head shaking unable
To conceive the mentality behind such an act.
Realizing her time was of fewer moments than
She had thought, she spoke with less bite.

"You want to know what is beyond the veil,
"Why?

Katie was silent I told one before you then she
Silent, and she will evermore be.
I was taken from that place, I died but
Was brought back. They took me away,
Now it has burnt away a picture
Of ash unseen but I know its still there.

"I'm sorry you were at peace,

"This is now my hell,

Talking was not on Katie's mind,
Either they saw what was etched in ash
Or they would sing the song of death.
Silence was her gift to them to envision
What she had seen in the moments between
The light and darkness, life and death.

"You wish to know what I saw,
"Only in experiencing deaths moment....,

"You want me to die,
"Is this a joke of a desperate soul,

Sweat beaded on her brow, no you wish to
Know what I saw mere words are
Like stars in the heavens many but so distant apart.

"I will be next to you,
No ******* shall you feel,

Katie looked with distrust in her eye.
Could she trust this person that
She had killed not once but twice?

"Any deception and I will end you,
Third time isn't the luck one this time,

She looked at Katie with thought.
Katie was in random mode, eyes
Where neither here or there. She walked out
The room and she waited was she moments
From her death, panic ensued till.......

"Ok lets do this, I need to know,

Katie unhooked her *******,

"I'll know if anything is wrong,

"If what you wish to see is granted am I free?

She thinks, restraints are now loosened,
As she stands only one is locked under key.

"Why this?
"You think I trust someone I killed more than once?

Louise under trembling fingers injected slowly.
Katie's pulse flat lined,
"..................................,
She counted in her head, three minutes past,
And with hesitant fingers she stabbed Katie in the chest.

No pulse? No key? she started CPR
One,
Two,
Breath
She wasn't moving she repeated
Then breath gasped at life, Katie?

"What did you do to me,

Hours passed she knelt on the floor
Wondering if this was her fate to be joined
With the one that murdered her twice,
But brought her back in a twisted thank you.

"Wake the hell up,

"No reason to shout you moody vegetable,

"What?
"Did you see what was needed,

"Yes and more,
"Three minutes you were dead,

Katie passed the key, I'll never forget what
You did for me. As Louise undid her handcuffs,
Katie smiled as if she knew what was next.

"How many times have you died Katie?

"Including this time it'll be a third tim....

The sharp corner of the cuffs lacerated on
Katie's neck as blood ejected onto her
She calmly walked away and sighed.

"I hope your in hell,
"No light for you for what you were about to do,
"For what you did to me,

She opened the door limping on weakened muscles.
Freedom she thought as she opened it. A long
Corridor opened dimly lit she shuffled onwards.
What seemed like ages a door greeted her.

"If your reading this I am dead,
"I only wanted what was taken from me,
"Each of you were their saving a life,
"Each of you paid the price,
"You gave me a second breath,
"I didn't ask you took my peace from me,
"Love eternally Katie x x x x

Louise shuddered, what waited on the other side.
She opened it slowly,
Then tears ran down her dusty features.

"You took me from heaven,
"Welcome to hell,

Louise stared laughing then screaming
Her nails scrapping against brick.
Bleeding she ran down the
Now failing lights dimmer than before.
Opening doors bodies in decomposed manners,
How long had it been?
She opened the cell next to hers,

"O my god, O my god,

Toby lay their silent his features caved in.
Each door opened a fellow college, a fellow ER
Employee now silent. Thinking back over the years
Faces recognized no longer at the hospital.
Moved on, quit all were here?
The lights flickered them enveloped in nothing
As eyes now blind to everything.

"Katie I hate you,

She remembered her now, a suicide with a

Do not resuscitate notice.

But we were doctors, nurses it was our job
To save every life that we can.

Louise screamed as she crawled on the floor,
Hell isn't bright its eternal darkness.
And she was in it till her last breath now.
now
Poetic T May 2014
I have thrown words to the wind
Like pollen, I wished they would fall
On a fertile page and slowly grow.
Some may fall short and just be a
Moment then gone.

Those words that have blown in
The wind, and landed on paper
Nurtured from seedling, They have
Grown fruit of sentences, as the
They become ripe the words flow.

Like seedling of just  words they
Have been etched to a page, grown
To what is now seen today, what
You read now is that which was
Once just a word now a sentence
And more what once was in the
Wind now grown.
Poetic T Dec 2017
as flowers blossom
humanities frailty cleansed

peace in our lifetime
Poetic T Dec 2017
as flowers blossom
humanities frailty cleansed

peace in our lifetime
Poetic T Nov 2015
Vague shadows adorned her, always
In light stretching further than height.

"I asked her once! why do you look up?

He in tattered cloth looks over me, his shadow
Hides me from those who would wish harm!

"Who would harm my baby,

She whispered and pointed, those unseen.

I felt a sleeted touch, but then warmth,
As if a veil of what I had been unsure of lifted.
Then I noticed flickering's and my angel spoke

"Mummy look your shadow is like mine,

I looked up and saw this ominous figure, I reached
Up but its hand gently held mine, its head shook
Its touch was warm and calming.

It gestured a uttering word as a finger in a straight line
Covered its mouth.

Ssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,

It pointed to my daughter in silence.

I looked at her and saw what she had seen *"I was silent.
Poetic T Mar 2017
A river may be shallow
     but still holds more t
                                            e
                ­                              a
                                 ­               r
                                                ­ s
than the sky falls upon it,

Never collecting more than
                    what washes on the shores of
                                                       reflection.

We are motions upon a finite whisper
            that drowns out if not listened to...
Poetic T Apr 2014
I turn to ashes, but I still
burn bright, embers ignite
once burnt and used up.

Now these ashes that are me
once again ignite, they thought
me just ashes no longer of use.

At the bottom while others were
thought to be burning bright, but
tonight I was ashes, but now I
burn brighter than those above.

Reborn never to be extinguished,
I am ashes but I still burn bright.
Poetic T Jan 2017
I was a funeral pier of regrets
as I burned in undeniable solace,
your departure was a shadow
left in the embers of my heart.

But it was only a flickering moment
and you picked up the ashes of love
and drew a new beginning on the
shadows of what once was...
Poetic T Apr 2020
We were none the wiser, I shopped the stalls,
for bread, for father was treating us to a
                                                                ­­          luxury.

He'd been offered overtime, and we didn't have it
      very often. But he knew we were down, and hungry.

Feeling the earth move, the gods were either hungry,
                                       like our empty stomachs.
Or they were punishing us for not giving enough praise
                                             for there gestures of kindness..

We heard the rumbling of Vesuvius, like an empty belly
                                                       rumbling for worth.

Then we heard the screams, as the mountain spat its
anger towards us, we had no where to run.

To hide from the mountains anger was futile.
             We huddled together,

praying to our gods


for salvation..

But our plea's  were unheard,
   had we put our faith in the wrong god!!!


Hearing the dark snow fall like pebbles and then the
                      ash of concealment.

Suffocating in our prays, we huddled tighter than
             life's last breath... and then we
            were like statues
frozen in a moment of futility...

A once flourishing moment, buried in times
                   concealment.

We were found, shells of our former selves,
                  huddled in eternity a love.

Fossilised in a last moment,
           telling the future we died together,

a moment of love shown through the ages...
Poetic T Apr 2017
Droplets of reflection shatter on the hard ground,
               soaking up the drought of thought.

evaporating in reflections shimmering
in rainbows
    of imagery slowly fading but bright.
Poetic T Feb 2017
We are a ship that some
                     times sails alone...

on crest that never seems to reach shore.
Poetic T Aug 2017
We collected our shells from the shoreline,
listening deeply to hear the whispers of
                                                 Sorrows.

But all that was heard was a fabrication  
of what needed to be heard,
                                       No reparation.

There is a breeze on the shore, it carries
our cares away. We moved on again as
there are always more shells to listen upon.

Our feet collected on pebbles,
throwing one it skipped for a moment
sinking like the apology never said.
Poetic T Apr 2017
Thinking our love was
a message on a
              paper airplane.

Me and you the only
                       passengers.

But then you threw a match,
                   Ash flew in the breeze.
        I was falling and you never caught me.
Poetic T Jul 2015
The silence is after a broken thunder in a
Place where lightning always strikes twice.

They run for cover for it rains in their direction
Others not touched but this storm opened up.

This is, was precipitation of clouded thoughts,
Anger not spoken but ventured in moments  

With a resounding silence lightning struck twice
And then the rumbling of wheels then muteness.

Then the quietness fell to screams of a instant now
Pasted, lighting strikes twice in the place of no words.
Poetic T Sep 2015
Mist embraces the lake as light gently
opens the world to my gaze, I behold
the majestic wanting's of vison that
captures my thoughts and feeling.

My hands clasped upon my chin as
dragonflies dance around the waters
edge and all is serene. I view the
surrounding as my gaze widens.

Vapours eclipse into oblivion and
everything is now seen. I sit upon
my terrace and take everything in.
Poetic T Jun 2014
The land bleeds red, as soldiers
Of man have fallen,
For now the wet mud their graves,
Their helmets there grave stone for the
Skull
Kept
Whole.
Death walks on this battlefield
Of man, its pages long,
The reapers take those
Whom death has touched.
Gone to a better place where no
Pain is felt, as their agony of the
Battlefield sent
Sane
Men
Mad.
There is a place on the battlefield
Where a flower does bloom,
A place that is of peace in a field of death.
For where death falls,
Life
Will
Blossom
When the ground heals, and man has
Left this place.
This was once a place of death
And now a single flower grows
Where so many did fall.
Poetic T Jan 2019
We should never write on
                          another's page.

If your book is blank.
  
Just remember,
             that a single line
                can mean more
than a page full of there nonsense.
Poetic T Mar 2020
A simple Hi, can be more powerful than silence to someone.
Poetic T Mar 2020
If love is a chemical imbalance, I'll always be dizzy for you
Poetic T Mar 2020
Though we are separated, we will always be connected
this is for those in Rome, even though there quarantined, they are finding ways to connect thought music and singing, stay strong ,
Poetic T Aug 2018
Woven patches of grey,
hues slow in momentum.
Tattered gaps letting through
              gleams of radiance.

But in motion do the faults
get sewn in silver linings.
And this blanket  
             mesmerising below.

Then the lonely flower opens
       its petals, reaching towards
the patch work of loving greys
                 yearning for a touch.

A singular drop falls, taking its
                   time to meet below.
So far has it descended to gently
              caress her wilting petals.

Replenished dew drops hang from
                         now pristine colours.
It waves in the subtle breeze,
      swaying in a dance of gratitude.
its amazing what a little kindness can give to others.
Poetic T Sep 2014
A single seed upon an
Open palm,
What is the story for
Life to
Breach,
Penetrate,
Grow,
From seed to sap,
Then It feeds on
The goodness from
Ground,
Air,
Sunlight,
Branches stretch out
Like a yawn frozen in time
Foliage gives cover its shaded
Under carriage,
How Many have played
Upon your leaved branches
Silent,
Old,
One,
What stories you could tell
But for the moment you
Are but a seedling nestled in my open palm.
Poetic T May 2016
A single
               t
                 e
                   a
                     r
fell beneath my features and shattered
my e
         m
            o
               t
                I
                 o
                   n
                     s
on the floor, remnants of what a mind
could not hope to contain. Now expelled
in transparent singularities that coalesce
and fall like heavy dew.
Shattering on the emotionless floor below.
Poetic T May 2015
A thought is like rain
A single word,
A single drop,
When in quantity can change
The world In so many different ways,
So when change is needed
Speak that word
Be that droplet that falls
And when enough words fall
Anything is possible in a world of change.
Poetic T Sep 2018
A word can save
another day
           for someone to see the
brightest side of the darkness.

For within syllables
                      are meanings
that unconsciously re-ravel
              that last thread.

And they awake to another
                                  day.
not realising that single word
  yesterday brightened there day.
Poetic T Mar 2017
Idyllic oceans of reflection, procreating a line of musing contemplation.
A line of thought try it :)
Poetic T Feb 2018
Woven on sheets between palms
                   were the wishes of deaf ears.
We may ask for many things,
but only we are the bearers
                 of our own aspirations.
          Never do we ask for that which isn't right.
Poetic T Feb 2018
I'm memorized by the echo
                         of your passing,
burning so brightly before
            you were extinguished.

We all have a moment to burn,
                      before we extinguish.
But were always brightest before we fade.

Nevertheless we have a singular moment
                        to burn for those
                 that need us before we fade gently.

Were all stars fading,
             but some keep us burning longer
just because of there words.

               Where here because of them,
even though they have faded.
              They still illuminate us brightly.
Poetic T Feb 2017
When a breath cant be held
                 but the love still exhales.

Even though you cant hold that moment,
                                           it still falls in to tears.

                                                              L­ove is a smile,
                         that you will always see...
Poetic T Apr 2017
Tenderness is woven in patches.
                          mostly on the lips of my expressions

But so you see them shudder,
as if a portrait of emotion is being taken.
Poetic T Nov 2020
There was once a spot,
some would say he was charcoal
others would say it's got to be coal.
then you would have the, no its dark grey.

But we'll let you decide that for now.

The spot was on the page all alone,
   he filled up quite a portion of the page.
But it's not fun being alone, so he thought
instead of a spot ill become many dots.

So slowly what was one became two, three
smaller and smaller did spot become.
After quite a time, the spot was no more but
dots sprinkled over the page, they all looked
at each other the many but still alone.

So they decided to connect slowly the large dots
shrank as they lined from one to 100.
It took a while but now they were connected.
still their individual selves but now not alone.

But the funny thing is, that when we connect
things, we see more than before.
They didn't realize that from a spot to a dot
then united. They Painted a picture, you
may ask of what could a giant spot becomes.

Well ill tell you, it had a waggy tail, four legs,
and one of the cutest barks. He ran around
the page, some dots shock loose.
landing in the middle spread out but
close enough not to be alone.

They wondered for a while what they were till
they went "Woof, Oh my gosh were a dog,
a puppy to be exact. And with that they came
up with a name, they did a vote that was only fair.
All wanted one, but you have one always
                             wanting something esle.

Well the vote was in the many had thought and
pondered, now they knew who they were going to be.
Drum roll please....
      Rat-a-tat rat-a-tat ratta-tatta-tat-tat.
And there name was to be Spot the dog,
   except the one on our ear.

He shall be known as bob.

After he had a zoomy, scuffing the edges of the
page, he settled down, ok after he'd chased his
tail just this once more.

So the story goes from one to the many,
to be more than they'd ever wished before.
We have Spot the dog and Bob the spot.
    And if your careful and don't make a sound.
You can peek through the door and see spot
running around the page, chasing his tail
and barking in the excitement that he's now more.
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
Poetic T Apr 2016
Little pinpricks of stars long gone, the
last moment saved on your features
burning in the night, flickering in memory
of those long faded into oblivion.

The moon with white glimmer awakens
your essence in breath, and you show that
even though gone every night they burn
bright a wonderment for all perceptions.

"Twinkle upon the darkness,
"Shine you luminous giver,
"Be a guide where no lucent shines,
"My lighthouse of natures light,

People dance among there flight, feeling
there ever so gentle heated glow, a universe
gliding before there eyes. Then they blink
and the universe is again shimmering  above.
Poetic T Oct 2019
A whisper within the tall reeds,
                          as hollow words

echo though those static.


Yet ever word has motion
             on those unmoved.

Yet words can collect upon the cracks.


Weaving untruths between each,
              caressed form.

And still though unmoved.
      I heard the lies that started

as a ripple in a pond.

But made there way through
  the reeds that stood tall.

And I just gazed as the wind told me,
          that no matter the ripples.

A breeze is still made,
      and will pass through,
           the reeds of static

                               whispers.


I cried on the edge,
             knowing
             that I neither had thrown
                                  a stone of lies within

or that I had breathed untruths
that were
                wavering between static reeds.
Poetic T Jul 2017
We a but a moment of life,
sometimes we slowly fade.
Not on our own accord,
But life throws a stone in a
                 pond of reflection.

Love is eternal, mortality is
a curse on our yearning of love.
where we wish for the ripples
to reach the shores
                                 they fade.

But love isn't a ripple its what
swims beneath. The stone may
sink, but its motion is felt beyond
the surface. Love never sinks it
                         only gets deeper
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