sophiasummer Poetry (237)

The tourniquet

strangling my giving life

of a hurt
does one
flee

to save
ones life

reckless movement
cowering
within
the mounds

a silence creeps
as babies sleep

thunder storms like opera

singing to
the depth

to gulp the winning notes

lick the blood
streaming from my life

but to sit
so serene
untying the ropes

knotted tightly
a volume of
bewilded strife

no secrete forest lays beyond

yet creeping roots
they lay
so hidden under the skin


to push the way

screams
of despair

rack wretched my bones

the quiet times
of crazy silent

homes

then let

a Sophia, to begin

to ner say

she never meant
to swim

Shes off!

xx

I believe its the

"Clock Timer"
Guy

Held in the highest Esteem of
The
"Time Changers"

He has many hands to his time
Throughout the worlds

He can bend time
Forward Backward

The High Priest of Time

Is already here
has been

You are All aware

A sleep of later
A wake of early
morning

My pretty flowers
amused at the dawning

Such an evil ploy
a grasping toy
How shallow
do i scan


which one shall I cast
my feather of my fan

shouting words
I
albeit turn to walk away

but always knowing
do words
crest the land

it is so dum
really
yet words fall

O some times
I think
Me! to have that wonder
To have those great arms

to grasp me within his thunder

Wicked as Wilding
Who only chose

to his
to put
it
he such
alone upon his

milding

O)h I'm strange

truly as you can be
lifting to always
no way to be

such a sleeze


covered on today
washed with yesterday

I'm saved!



Bat all you lonely ones

sleeping on
the wasted sands

weep

that only pure of heart
digs at times

The wealthy minds..

Who shall but hold my hand

Yet one to smile and rest

I lived
he said

For all ribbons
that lay silently

smooth
the righted castles

upon
the bed

of points

my arrow
never felled

to which stage
I felt
So Scared

Yet walked away

no money
to be feared

Oh how I miss
tired of sneaking
under comfort

slowly bad sun rises
ok have to wake!

a squint that's the way
no way to sceeeem
lost that

flailing to the course

whats that!

BLUES!!!

chucked that ivory amongst me

Woohoo!

Got a bad case of the
the bad girls and boys

slip me your ticket well well
dam get outta here


jump again
yes

play I shall again

just chuck me your'e hat

we need dinner or a break

tired bones of running
don't think there's

just a place

Too many people running to walk
They fall to the slip streams of life?


Losing all that lip on life

dam!!!

Racing to the hidden cave
scratched bones upon the wall

a refuge within a darkness
lit of memories told

the warm of fire
shall not engulf the trembling
bodies of fear

It must go out!

but to open the lids of sight
heaving breathes
of the dying
might

dripping sweat falling
into the lines of age

a haunted silence
like lowered clouds of mist

hanging bats twitching to the scuff

insects crawling to dive
deep within the
cusp

as hooves of thunder rolled upon the sky

within my retreat
I guarded
silent

where they shall always

Lie


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Slipping on the journey
I crept and held my ticket

where was I going?
no bags upon my back

To be chased amongst the waves
to only pray the sands are near

dripping souls so wasted
within the wreck
of booms
silently folding to the sea

the roar of untimed

curses melting to the weed

no silent stay
would be upon

the wretched gulping
water to breath

of shoes a lonely float
glistening rings

befell
the journey
to the bar

of grasping sands

train wreck sounds
hollow the squalls

which man shall be succumbed
slipping creaking

I looked

no floating cargo
but smashed and lonely

winds carried me away

The west called
amongst the bush i crawled

a silent cargo
i stayed
I built
I never forgot

and here I shall

live amongst my plot

Moonlight shone upon my path
a get away before me

silent doors closed behind
a grief hung upon thee

moonless nights
i sat amongst the reeds
tears of salt i tasted

no more unkindly love
to me it would be wasted

dripping gown a hidden frown
my run was neer at end

please let me just swallow
the touch of a voice

mellow

blanket sadness overcame
a wretched beast is I

anger filled my hearty soul
a smell of sea
spurned my cramped and broken body

daylight burst
from lids of lashes

tiny feet holding the weight
give me the power

clenching the future

wayward is the wind


My crown I leave

along with all the traps
no more

I ripped upon my straps

what is one free but to see
I must stand upon the land

let go

barefeet upon the sand

my wind my friend blew the careless fun
my rain I drink
the summer I basked
the autumn
I smelt the rotting of the new coming spring

To indulge in buds

and dance myself away

I miss


That kiss


the one that never was

Warmth

holding

a smell of a guess work
puckering

a smile gone
no caressing

dam
blue seas
push that roaming river

spilling
all that gives

to only

a beauty gone
that gives

None will fell the grounding of the words

Once wrote and sent

the only hounding
shall be

the hand of the pen

an angst
a surreal play

non blocked of streams
a flickering of say

long lost
slippery moss

creeping silently among


to which shall be

The silence of the tongue

I looked upon the deadened floor
Slowly shook my head

silent winds of dusky heat
I took to my heels

My life in fleet

of crowed calls and screaming sadness

I just wanted to be with you

Sometimes the hollow
of silence

Reeks a pitiful cry

Can they see
feel
touch
with only a drought ridden
gasp

Were the rains held back?

What stirs amongst

a sleeping baby

so tired of the walk
of crossing seasons

Can I look to leave alone

One more breath just one more

My stance shall move me on

for I must
in footsteps of old

move forward
and take the fold