"vains" poems
She runs through the woods
panting for breath,
needing to rest
she listens out
dogs barking
they're growing closer
eager for blood.
She hears them in the distance,
Men,
she lets out a cry,
weaving round tree trunks
going under Bush,
they draw closer,
Her lungs feel crushed.
Her beautiful red coat
is covered in mud,
twigs and leafs,
whatever's under foot,
terror curses through her vains,
she's been chased for hours
feeling drained.
Startled by a blow on a horn
she comes to a Holt,
petrified she urinates
as footsteps fall in behind her
they're here!
Cornered now
her hair stands on end,
A tear drops
as death creeps upon her,
She has no time...
The hounds pounce!
tearing
tugging
And ripping
They do their masters bidding!
Fox hunting a fun sport for all...
(SW)
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 3:13 PM UTC
Look up Hipster!
We see who you are.
Unique!
(placing yourself neatly into a distinct group, now no one will mistake you for something your not.)
I wear flags around my belt!
And balloons!
People talk to me.
I am beautiful.
(makeup stained around my vains, clogging my pours, worrying about my un-curled hair)
And I am wearing a dress!
(portraying innocence)
But I dance like a ****
I am just the right amount of easy.
Yes!
*** for fun.
And a place to sleep,
for I am without a home.
Hello Alejandro!
I am happy to hear you miss me!
I miss you too.
And you..
Maybe tonight we will finally
make love!
(if the others don't find out that is)
I saw you acting a fool today.
Ha!
In a land of fools!
You are not crazy to me.
whatever the mass has decided.
**** them.
(They alter and sway as a release of energy cycles throughout creating a sealed force. You can feel it as you pass by. It is pulsing. Our bodies have created one.)
One.
It was Dubstep!
Hello water!
And air.
I Love you,
for you only have one way:
Perfect
and moving
like the cycle of life.
I am glad you are here
to remind us of you.
Yes!
You may be touching our skin,
but we are often blinded by your beauty.
Sorry.
(My perceptions alter and change floating between different variations of happy-)
then sad.
I worry,
then lay.
Allowing the sun to sink through me
recharging, recharging
all that I have.
I watch as the others do the same.
Floating consistently
up
then down.
We are Angles.
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 10:29 PM UTC
Bang! Bang!
The sounds of gun shots mid-day on Thursday,
Sirens getting closer to the crime scene,
Just two weeks ago a man's life was terminated for a cellphone,
More thugs and more gun fires,
the tragedy so bad it even appeared in the news.
But today i can feel fear creeping in my vains,
Another man shot dead today,
why do i have to live in this community?
For i am afraid.
Few months ago
it was just like an action movie,
people running and rolling
while the loud sounds from the police guns aiming over my
roof top kept on going
Bang! Bang!
I see the police patroling the streets by day,
having picnics in the park
while they watch their horses eroid away the soil.
They feast to some take away outlets
filling their sagging bellies by night.
While they letting the just go unpunished all year long,
Oh! It hurts.
I feel a bullet on my chest,
Oh! It hurts
for i cannot look through the dark
night anymore.
I sit on the side of this wide classroom window,
And i wonder,
What if one bullet comes straight to me. (God forbid)
Oh this township that i loved,
you are not safe anymore.
Where can i run to for i called you home?
There is no distance further gone without any loud sounds;
Bang! Bang!
Oh mam' ngiyalil'
ngililel' labo abangasek'
ikakhulukaz' imphil' yam'
umphefumul' ongenacal'
kungab' sewabayin' wena dolobh' lami.
I called your name,
with so much pride and bragging,
but now i cannot even say your name
for you have groomed thugs,
gangsters,
vindals,
drug addicts and drug dealers,
harlots... And what else that we do not know?
Could it be blood sacrificies,
are these the 'EndTimes' proclaimed in the book of Revelations,
Why should i bother trying to think when all i hear in my head are ecoing sounds
Bang! Bang!
All i need to do is to find a way out,
Nyawozam' ngibeleth' !
Ngob' inhliziy' ayisahlalisekang'
qobo
when will that day be,
when crime will be stopped for good,
and police do justice to the community?
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 8:32 AM UTC
Assumption such a devil you are
Killing one soul and heart
Inching into ones vains
Seeping through ones blood
The words sticks like a glue
Bonded to ones pride and sorrow
So why assumption
Make such an accusation
Please don't play with me
Don't trample me
Don't crush me
And just stop hurting the poor old me.
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
Depression is mine to control
Mine alone in me is mine
As another's in them is theirs
So no two depressions can ever be the same
And yet like gold melded jade, sisters they are
Why should sister and sister be forced apart?
What do they fear?
Is it them? Is it us?
To finally admit that sisters are twins?
Of the exact same blood < in essence, in pain
Noble to only whose vains they run
but deeper than a true Suns lineage
In knowing that what is reflected as a mirror is exactly what's seen
But the fear of being the same is what drives them to shame
So what of this power that let eyes be mirrors
waiting for hope to appear?
Depression is < mind =to= control
Sep 30, 2022
Sep 30, 2022 at 4:04 AM UTC
It's like coming up for air.
Being tossed in a sea of romantic dreams.
Deep under a lovesick melody.
Thicker than air. Stress fills your lungs.
Gasping for truth. Can't see. Thought you'd be free.
Hands dance, under a blanket of watery bliss.
Hair waves with the sea **** You kiss the world goodbye.
Buried under shadows of memories.
Heart begins to reach.
You used to grasp the rocky beach.
Blue eyes like the roaring sea.
You stood tall like a tree.
And your hope grew fierce and free.
You were wrapped in a coil of fear and sorrow. You used to dream of tomorrow.
Eyes open. Body frozen. Vains shakin'.
You begin to fight again.
Mind takes over.
The rays of light break through the cold descent.
Feet begin to push the pain back down to that shadowy death.
The warmth of the grass and a flower head dress. Summer nights. And the pale moonlight. The smell of peace. That moment of serenity.
Now your being tossed in this raging scene.
Scarred body.
Pale face.
Visions of that place seem too far away.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
I'm young and wild,
Adrenaline rushes through my vains
I have a roar that rattles a child,
That burns like eternal flames.
I vitiate a jungle with my rampant fever,
Rotate the world, the wrath of my paws,
My tyranny drowns all that preys the river,
My ambitions defy nature's doltish laws
My soul craves a sense of power
To roam freely whenever, wherever,
Let me sieze and live in this hour
Because no one is meant to live forever.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 5:13 PM UTC
I was born in grave clothes
Raised in grave clothes
Unaware I even bathed in grave clothes
I didn't know the extent of my decay
Like the bones were expose in my face but I didn't have reflective glass to see my flesh
I was on a rotten path
Death would have been the only prize at the end of my race
Strongholds wrestled my thoughts and subdued my brain
Bone marrow deep I was linked to Adam
Lord knows I wasn't Abel
Dna tied to blood imprinted on the ground I had more in common with Cain
It's true a heart beat of sin causes death to course through vains
I wondered how could I be treated
Something was missing something was needed
To my shock it was Jesus
Clear! He got my heart beat right
With that resurrection power
Made my heart see light
He changed my life
I started to realize that the same power that raised Christ from the dead
Was the same power that lived in me
That does more than allow me to breathe .
It brings life back to limbs riddle with rigor mortis
It's reverses decomposition brings back what death has stolen
It's uncontrollable like a lighting storm.
It's unadulterated
Once it hits
It's changes landscape like when a nuclear warhead is detonated
Hoover dam generated power
Turbine engine spending power
Lift the dead out of sin power
Tectonic plate shifting, erecting mountains from plains power
By one name only can we be saved power
Second coming cracking the sky power
All knees shall bow and all tongues shall comply power
Corruptible turned into incorruptible in a instant power
Rebirth repositioned repurposed repented power
Turn what seems to be a lost into a win power
It is finish the precursor to the release of infinite power
I could never be the same because the spirit lives in me gives me power
My arteries are laced with a burning flame
A roaring wind, a groaning earth, a raging sea crashing waves
The impact of several elements crush the chains of a slave
It's the same power that said come forth Christ friend walks out the grave
The same power that moved the stone a borrowed tomb turned to a cave
It's the power of the Resurrection
In a world full of aborted life
It breeds conception
In a world that attempts to abort Christ
The church still cries out in reverence
Changed death for us now it's portal
Changed lives of stop watches into immortal
Resurrection power a glimpse into the eternal
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 6:26 AM UTC
That place.
With it's red vains of life
And breath, laced with sage and dill.
First comes the sage
Then comes the dill.
Juniper trees surround our tiny bodies.
Innocent eyes gaze at rapid wings,
Soft flesh, and seeds burst.
Sweet dew envelops the taste buds.
I skim my feet on blood red carpet,
The lines perfectly aligned.
Hopscotch through.
Never want to disrupt the perfection.
Time is still,
It dosen't have relevance here.
I prefer it that way.
TTFN.
Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 5:35 PM UTC
The things Ive seen have brought about the things I aspire to be. Yes she inspires me to be all I can be. Tho, my actions are unpleasant today. I hope she understands tomorrow. I hope she comprehends my actions and statements like the lady that's long left this nation. She knew me better than me now no one can see this pain that afflicts me. The voices that drive my mental, insanity, is the answer to the question they haven't asked. Long ago in past I meditated on my sanity in hopes the facued of being normal would last. Self medication takes place when the ice hits the glass and the taste of ***** and codiene numbs me face. Tho now when I see her face feelings of love take place. I love this girl tho it hurts me. I see the anguish in her face sadly I have placed it deep inside of her heart. Though one day like alchemy I'll make love from the pain. I wish to extend my days with her, because I can't explain the extent of my happiness when I'm with her. Tho she's yet to truly know me the different personalities within me. The dreadful things I've seen, the caged beast that lives in my words, the worries of life, the twist and turns of my brain, the differences in each name. Mentally my brain is split in three, tho, physically there's only me. So she cannot see; that the poet brings peace to me, Jay is a few pieces of me the good the bad and the ugly that's what most people see, Jaykhuan is at the root of me the grimey, the dreams of people shooting at me, worse than the ***** I'm expected to be, and still smarter than the ****** trying to flex on me. So you see Jpoetry mends these words of pain sewing them on a string to stitch beauty in my brain. Jay always escapes but I hate for Jaykhuan to get out his cage. The criminal who hides the pain. Tho at night she soothes me happily. I've finally found what happiness can be her life and family bring happiness to me. So motions of devotion grow strong in my heart, but my heart hurts because I've caused pain to her. Tho willingly I'll endure to ensure that our lives will be drawn out successfully. I'll endure her pain the silent tears in her name, and hope the grand scheme of things won't turn her away. The drugs in my vains take away my pain, but can't numb the disappointment in her face. So I hope, pray, and believe that she'll learn me so she can see, can understand the actions that overtake me are not just for me but for us. It breaks me when her anger makes her cuss. Tho for us I'll remain tough so down the line this love will bring love to both of us
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 4:46 PM UTC
I never saw a place like this.
With so many homeless people, junkies.
Every bench contains a hobo,
blurred ink on swollen vains.
Hasty tags fill the pissed-on walls.
Eyes shoot through these streets,
dull, no spark of hope nor happiness.
Beautiful men without teeth,
digging through my garbage.
Sunken mouths and hollow hearts.
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 1:49 PM UTC
~
Darker than black
Sweeter than barries
More magic than faries
You're a black mamba baby
Poisonous and timid
But wild
And that look in your eyes is so loud
Howling like a beast
Eat me up like a feast
Your vains are black
Filled with the ink
Used for scripting your bad dreams
You and I are two black souls
An unbeatable team
Some say you aren't right for me
And I'd say that's true
But honey it's been a long time since i've followed rules
~
E.P
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 9:08 PM UTC
The heron spreads his wings and preys.
His stony stand a beachhead sloughing
The salt sea, a sepulchered wading.
Leaven the broken bred, unshell
The teeming waters, a fisher of mermen
Unlordly low this lying father,
His wings are palms,
His rock a mount, his wings a bay,
And deafness, tears in the outer shores
And exaulted seas the forgiven waves,
Swells the briny blood and kelp.
Vains are streaming to the fisher king,
Lordy he lands the lying father
His wings are psalms.
A tiny flood that arcs the sky
Marks lord in miniature, a King
Fisher flies, His wings are
The waters calmed.
The otters bask and preen, mermen
Jostle in the laddered rays of the sun
They mark their surf, insouciant play,
Wavering the fisher of men, he sways,
Simply they circle in song singing hours,
Dancing as do the murmuring waves,
Their strokes are psalms.
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 2:34 PM UTC
Lights dimmed
Red soft lights
Baroque colors everywhere
Like sipping wine in a coffin
Sweet, free, dead.
Like blood pouring out the vains
And it pains but there's no pain
A soft image of you. Dark ...Slim ..
Distant.
Constantly there
In my head
Constantly out of reach
In my life
And if I can take in this ******** I would.
and if I can make it better, I would.
And if you're disappointed then let it be.
Cause I made it be .
The rules and regulations put on me.
Renting a few moments of life, and a moment of you is what I need.
A moment I would pay morals for, disappointment for, guilt for.
Work, snakes, frienemies, money ***** white collar slavery, broken family, unwanted love, incapability, mistakes, lost.
But the image of you feels sweet.
A sweet maroon glass of wine
Divine
Mine ...
I wish
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 8:20 AM UTC
i wish you were ugly
if every single time i thought of u and saw a beast
would you really mean the same to me?
if i saw you for what you truly are on the inside
would i still have let u pry
through my skin and shred my heart
and let the thoughts of u
ridethrough my vains
almost as if you were truly in me
how could u posses me with something so invisible only air could see it
why couldn't i see it
its strange how we know the things that can hurt us
but when there right in front of our eyes we become blind
and even though at that moment our ears become the strongest
we still cant believe it
see now its one thing to love
and its something completely different when u try to be it
maybe it wasn't you
maybe i loved you so hard i hurt myself
well guess thats only cuz i was working on that project
and u chose not to help
i wish u were ugly
then maybe the moments i held the closest to me
wouldn't have been
those tears i shed
and u put me in your arms and promised me things ive never heard before
is that why the sounded so lovely?
or how bout when u started calling me jelly bean?
you know the nick name that my mom used to call me?
AND YOU KNEW HOW MUCH SHE MENT TO ME!!!!!
or how bout when u were going through it
and i stayed there by your side just because it made me feel better
but u pushed me away
didn't appreciate me
i should of known better
or the times when we laughed and joked
about who got who in trouble this time
and i should of known u were trouble the last time
or the wlks in the park that we shared
just talking abut the things most precious in life
the whole days ...weekends....OR HOW BOUT YEARS
we spent together?
or maybe your lips
i never liked to kiss
but kissing you each time made me feel like a princess
and no matter how hard i tried
i couldn't get a crown from you
u told my u loved me
i didn't see it as a hard thing to do
but i do give you this you were always there when the lights shut off
maybe if i was a cat i could of seen u were ugly
but instead i choose 2 feel
who knew all the passion and pleasure turn into
pain and tears
and fears
that ill ever see u again
maybe if you were ugly i wouldn't have had those presious moments that felt like forever
and ended so quickly
but then again how could you see that ur ugly
when i was the one who tried 2 show you that you were beautiful?
wish u were always ugly
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 12:39 AM UTC
*embers drew to a shaded face, fragmented lips wept;
storms, feral and unabated, loitering in the combe of fires.
the ethereal visions of honey amber lights, faint and narrow;
ebony of my pupils dead, alike of shriveled meadow.
violence thrusted into yellow mouths of daffodils,
like tapestries like yarns of blue saccharine sorrows.
brimming with viscid liquids of blackeries and vains,
like silver mackerels, sleeping out of the abyss, on a train;
like subtle, maladroit shorthands and dewy black inks,
who lilts the fawnish plateaus and quaint alleys.
the depths of my shallow sleeps, glowing under
the burnt foliage, mellifluous sonatas gently play;
strawberries occur under bare walls of throat,
vanish on the morrow, like a dalliance—
so frantic and hollow.*
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC
Watchin tv
Gotta no o Reilly
Gotta be up on hate
--
Can't love nobody til I'm told
----
Gotta sell
Me soul
(Need the money)
---
---
We all
Mercenary
In the USA
---
Hey kid!
Wanna buy a razor blade!
YUK ! YUK! YUK!
--
Ya already got
Too much blood in yer vains
(Short for vanity)
And such entertaining insanity!
--
Another possibility!
--
Yes there is
There surely is
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 1:57 AM UTC
By Arcassin B
Im a stoner in disguise,
Imagining how you would be surprised,
She kissed me on the lid of my eyes,
With fire in my vains,
Like flying in the enterprise,
Neverland might have been shut down,
Due to its prime,
Michael wouldn't allow it,
If he was alive,
Legs breaking apart,
Don't look into the light,
Died gullible,
But I was never bright.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
The Rozhen Monastery of the Nativity of the Mother of God (Bulgarian: Роженски манастир "Рождество Богородично", Rozhenski manastir "Rozhdestvo Bogorodichno") is the biggest monastery in the Pirin Mountains in southwestern Bulgaria. It is one of the few medieval Bulgarian monasteries well preserved until today.
Rozhen Monastery website
http://rozen.pmg-blg.com/index.php
Rozhen
on a dry tree hung
does the monastery hang
and a road is curving
like a snake
with its tail up
do you hear that cry
of the rocks
the silence screams
overcome
by all the words
by the roar of crickets
by the blood in the vains
I've never understood nothing
stuck the palms
and three fingers
above the soil
The original:
рожен
на сухо дърво окачен
виси манастирът
и се извива път
подобно змия
с опашката си нагоре
чуваш ли онзи вик
на скалите
тишината пищи
сломена
от всичките думи
от грохота на щурците
от кръвта във вените
никога нищо не съм разбрал
залепнали дланите
и три пръста
над пръст
*Translator Bulgarian-English: Vessislava Savova
rarebird
© bogpan - all rights reserved.
Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 10:30 PM UTC
The heron spreads his wings and preys.
His stony stand a beachhead sloughing
The salt sea, a sepulchered wading.
Leaven the broken bred, unshell
The teeming waters, a fisher of mermen
Unlordly low this lying father,
His wings are palms,
His rock a mount, his wings a bay,
And deafness, tears in the outer shores
And exaulted seas the forgiven waves,
Swells the briny blood and kelp.
Vains are streaming to the fisher king,
Lordy he lands the lying father
His wings are psalms.
A tiny flood that arcs the sky
Marks lord in miniature, a King
Fisher flies, His wings are
The waters calmed.
The otters bask and preen, mermen
Jostle in the laddered rays of the sun
They mark their surf, insouciant play,
Wavering the fisher of men, he sways,
Simply they circle in song singing hours,
Dancing as do the murmuring waves,
Their strokes are psalms.
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 1:28 PM UTC
One moment at a time,
Living out purpose,
Many forms with one mind,
Nothing existing is worthless,
Interconnection inherent,
Running in our vains,
This struggle we share it,
Feeling each others pain,
Forgetting another,
Is forgetting ourselves,
Love is how we hover,
And fly out of hell,
Extended hands for every man,
Will unite this beautiful planet,
Lets take a stand and make a plan,
Lets make a wish and grant it.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC
If all is lost,
Can it be found.
Shattered dreams may be rerepairable,
But never fixed.
Living among the great gods,
Never gurantees immortality.
I am but the only one,
Gifted with a beautiful curse.
Chained to the bottom of the sea,
But I am alive.
Tearing the flesh apart from the inside,
Never realizing that breathing numbs the pain.
We are forever destined to be,
But never on time.
A deep hole,
Is filled with blood.
As I sleep on this rock,
Guilt is in my vains.
A never ending nightmare,
It haunts when I am awake.
These scratches,
Burn like propane.
The hole is deeper,
Time has stopped.
Jokes **** us,
And now my flesh is pitch black.
I am hidden,
Inside of you.
Will we be able to return together,
From the abyss we started from.
I am covered in shame,
And soaked in my lust.
Forever dieing in your arms,
Poked with small holes.
I am not freedom,
And neither are they.
Holding onto you was the greatest feeling in the world to me,
I was lost.
Killing was only natural,
Instinct has always had full control.
I have always been aware,
And even when the end was near we were never afraid.
Always looking for focus,
Yearly losing my most effective thoughts.
And I have always been alone,
But never like this.
And I know it will end.
But you my dear will never be forgotten.
For I am infinity.
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 5:24 AM UTC
being poetic sometimes just comes to you naturally. the words flow through you onto the paper in a beautiful rythmic way and they paint an emotional landscape of thoughts and feelings but then someone sees it finds all the flaws all the things that made you feel it was yours that made you feel unique ruined. you feel exposed, hurt, scared. you hide from yourself you won't let your muse out for fear of having your art distroyed altered and corrupted. so you change you pick up a brush you dip it in the paint and you let the flow begin again. your strokes are thrown at the canvas where you feel the anger, your strokes become detailed and gentle when you feel happiness or calm emotions. but then someone sees it they see only the flaws they tear it apart and you along with it. where the lines are jagged from your anger and disappointment they only see uneveness and imperfection. where the shading is uneven from the sadness and the pain they only see imperfection they can't see what precious beauty lay deep inside the painting and the use there words to hurt you to make you feel like you were wrong like your not doing good enough. so you swear never to touch a brush again you will never let yourself flow with emotions like that ever again you tell yourself. but then you change you learn to play the piano you learn to make your fingers glide across the keys in the same was a figure skater glides across the ice. and with each key stroke you heart beats a note that flows out through the piano like blood through your vains. it feels natual it feels good it makes you feel alive you let go. everything comes out everything you feel and think flows through your fingers the notes of your heart beat expressed through the notes of the piano. the feel of the ivory on your finger tips becomes unnoticable you beome one with the flow of the music your heart beats in time with the rhythm of you soul of your music. and then someone hears it they come in and they take a seat and for a while they listen then they stand up and without a word they leave the room and you continue to play you let your flow continue you pay no mind to the person who just left the room. they return they have brought people with them and they sit quitely and say nothing. you stop playing you stand nod to each aknowlegeing their presense and then leave because the music wasn't for them it wasn't for them to judge even though as you leave you hear the people talk about how amazing they felt you were you no longer care they approval or disapproval means nothing its no longer about your art being good or being acceptable its about being...
Jan 1, 2010
Jan 1, 2010 at 4:16 PM UTC
❤Your kiss is a shadow of fear that
surrounds me
The blood of that fear consumes me
You've become the air I'm breathing
As I've become the song your singing
We run through the door
Throwing our clothes on the floor
We jump into bed
And pull the covers up over our head
We cuddle all through the night
Nothing else has ever felt this right
As long as it's you by my side
I will never feel hurt inside
Your love is like a poisen that keeps running thru my vains
I know I shouldn't taste it but my life would never be the same
Blood is the bridge that binds us together
While the past is what keeps us
apart
We run through the door
Throwing our clothes on the floor
We jump into bed
And pull the covers up over our head
We cuddle all through the night
Nothing else has ever felt this right
As long as it's you by my side
I will never feel hurt inside
Every time I look into your eyes
that is when I realize
Your as much a part of me
as I am of you
Without us in eachothers lives
A part of our soul would surly die!
We run through the door
Throwing our clothes on the floor
We jump into bed
And pull the covers up over our head
We cuddle all through the night
Nothing else has ever felt this right
As long as it's you by my side
I will never feel hurt inside
Your blood is like a poisen I know I should not taste
With every breath I breathe, it's become something I don't want to waste
We run through the door
Throwing our clothes on the floor
We jump into bed
And pull the covers up over our head
We cuddle all through the night
Nothing else has ever felt this right
As long as it's you by my side
I will never feel hurt inside
Im tempted by your poisen even though I know what's in store
With every day I find myself always wanting more
My soul has become very fragiel
If you touch it, it will break
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 1:12 PM UTC