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I'm from where bedtime stories
are gun shots in the streets
I'm from where my history is
darker than underneath your sheets
where theirs billion dollar lottery's
homeless people and starving kids
without any shoes on their feetsss
Ignorance allow me to speak freely
cuz u can't cry 4 help in a world that is empty
leave da hood I promise you'll think clearly
cause half of us won't make it past 23
born into a system of oppression so unfairly  
where you can pay me by the hour 7.50
but can't pay me enough to come early
I'am from the concrete jungle you call city
I guarantee any place that u see me
will feel up way past legal capacity
too bad I'm from where success is just a theory
where you can mob,steal,**** & never feel guilty
but when judgment day comes who will really
 Sep 2017 Poetic T
ryn
Ungodly Hour
 Sep 2017 Poetic T
ryn
It's an ungodly hour.
And I've been kept awake.

The world beckons.
And it didn't call with melodious
chirps from the birds in the trees.
It wasn't the soft, calming pitter patter
of raindrops upon the window pane.


Thoughts...


Sneaky, almost sinister thoughts.

Like fine-grain sandpaper that gently rubs
against the quiet skin.
Like a fine-toothed comb that jabs
lightly and repeatedly into the scalp.
Like a tiny paper cut that is invisible
yet you know it's there.

Slowly abrading...
Poking...
Stinging...


Eating away at the thin veil
of silence and peace
that barely blankets my being.

•••

I am now awake.
And I have been awake...
Thinking, doubting and second guessing...
At this ungodly hour.
 Sep 2017 Poetic T
Donna
I don't plan to far
ahead anymore , I live
each day as it comes
I find just getting up and getting on with my days a lot better than planing to far ahead something that as only come to me as I getting older x
Sunday, 10:30AM

I'm trying to resurrect my peace that now looks like a love deformed by your empty promises.
To the hero that fell with a sword in his hand,
and at the doors of Valhalla he made his stand.
To the tigress mother who for her cubs she fell,
and at the pearly gates she rang the bell.
To the unsung heroes who stood their ground,
a toast to them and another round.

This ones to you oh bravest knight,
who met his ending with a heart of might,
though they don't know you or sing your fame,
I know you well I speak your name,
may the gods grant you all your heart desires,
and may your noble deeds never expire.

Though you fought great you fell with honor,
and to the afterlife you went as donor.
Know well your actions were not in vain,
and on the map of history you've left your stain.
Rest for now you courageous defender,
for while the fight lives on we shall never surrender.
Spc. Dennis K. Samson
U.S. ARMY
KIA 24 July 2006
Iraq
"Rest easy soldier, well take it from here."
 Sep 2017 Poetic T
Dazed Dreaming
Wide awake at night.
I hold the weight of a heavy heart.
Numb to my core.
I can't bare this anymore.
Pain with every breath.
With each passing moment.
The gapping wound that is my heart, just  longing for you.
Tears cant fall but sadness seeps out, every pore.
I cannot break this bond between me and you.
I am lost in this world without you.
Stumbling, falling, reaching for you.
What was I to do?
You turned your back on me.
You turned your back on love.
I lay in ruin, drowning in the memory of you...the memory of us.
Cut me open, take what's left of my heart.
Take it with you. I don't need it anymore.
It will always belong to you.


My impulsive decisions to end us... keep me in a prison of regret.

So I cut myself open. Forced reason into this barley beating heart. Then Sliced deeper as I signed the dotted line.
All, Because I could no longer stand it. I could no longer wait. For you to realize...

Me...
Love..
Friendship..
Passion..
Our Fire...

But,
You never came.
I waited..
Silently, each and every night.
As my heart hoped for an impossible dream.

But that is what happens when one is naive.
Reality struck like a landslide of truth ripping me from my precious hope filled dreams, and it was in this moment that I knew....

You'd never come for me...
A room full of people
but my eyes search for you

A sea of strangers
and yet you were the familiar one

A dance of past lovers
as I pulled your hand and waltz

An aisle of marriage
sadly I wasn't the bride

A reunion of acquaintances
Funny, I forgot who you are the moment I saw your ring
 Sep 2017 Poetic T
Chrissy
Tears
 Sep 2017 Poetic T
Chrissy
The tears slowly run down my face
Leaving a wet trail path leading away from my eyes
Dragging away my pain
Pulling the abhorrent images which I have seen
Washing them down my cheeks
Until they drip on the cold ground
Almost in slow motion
As I hear the silent splat of my fears on the pavement.
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