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slaughter from my bones
this flesh
we shall
peel

my fingers
my hand
in
an
vice


my teeth clenched
on her butler
blood
drips


from
the
fowl

night has cast stones
see me not in daylight
from what manner
of
love
have you no remebrance

know he not of their fake
nets cast to catch the swine
from what pigs pool
do
you
climb

that my love should be as suffered
suffer into none

heart
oh heart

flown from beyond
the womb
of
an
sparrows egg

nostrils of flame
smoked
by
intentions

turn to read the job
what have you turned
after this trance
will come
another
what
breath

just listen
to
your
heart
breathe
or say
ok
you wanna play
?


























...
..
.
mean enough
to be
miss
...
..
.
Poetic T Feb 2018
I had entangled within her verses
                    that were never totally coherent
upon every verse.
               She spelt it in dyslexic
      dramatization  that I never understood.

We were meant to spell every movement,
                but we tripped over every emotion,
                and you were the thorn within me.
We never understood each others sentiment.
Irina BBota Jan 2018
Give me a one-way ticket to Nowhere,
to be like a solitary, unique flower,
to see thousands of morning stars,
to be the longing's sweet desire.

Give me a one-way ticket to Anywhere,
my wings have forgotten how to fly,
for going back to my world in seconds,
the resignation will have to pass me by.

Give me a return ticket Anytime,
to give. Because I forgot to receive.
Am I in the clouds or on the ground?
I have loved and I love now, I believe.

Give me a return ticket Anyway,
I do not ask for me to be understood.
I do not want any self-consumption,
angels wouldn't care, but I would.

14.01.2018
London
in this world
the drums of scrap
steps leading
CIA man nodded
neutralize it.

"So we understand yes?"

"Fascinating."

massacre

Understood?
Saddam Hussein
On her next stopover in Basra
black-Nigel, came kissing?
Written from random pages in his novel.
Poetic T Oct 2017
When I wept before you
watching my emotions fall like
                               crayon colours

Painting the floor with immature
          emotions...
did you read the colours I spelt..


Or did you just see irregular patterns
                spelling out my pleas...
that were like chalk drawings
                                       to your understandings
The Writer Jun 2017
i know it hurts
the pain, the scars
i know

i can see it
in your eyes
clear as day

but you should know-
no, you need
to know

how much i
understand
that pain

the pain
to live knowing
the scars never heal

i know it
i understand it
i live it

and you will too
but not alone
not like this

i'm here
i'll always be here
for you

i'll wipe
your tears
when they fall

i'll listen
to the fears
you hide

because
you're not
alone

we're here
together
and that's fine
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