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Tick tick ticking

Tick tick ticking away

Ebbing away at my sanity

Eroding my empathy

Degrading my humanity

Tick tick ticking away

Getting closer to detonation

Forever getting lost in contemplation

Losing my mind without explanation

Tick tick ticking away

The fuse is getting closer to its end

My soul is about to bend

My body has lost its will to self defend

Tick tick ticking away….

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Her Soul

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The eyes are the window to the soul

Within hers I see love

In its purest form, it radiates a powerful luminance

But when they tear that light starts to dim

When I regale them my core feels grim

It pains me to see love Necrose to despair

The love now seeps out with a glare

Sadness now corrupts the purity of her gaze

Because over and over again her heart has been razed

The eyes are the window to the torn soul

Within hers I see it begging to be whole

I vow to complete her so I dive into her heart

To the deepest chasm is where I’ll start

From the sadness onslaught I’ll defend

Slowly the soul will mend

Fixing every layer without stop

My job isn’t done until we have love on top

The eyes are the window to the soul

Maintaining the love in hers is my goal.

-Poetic Ice

Writing junkie

Mental engine turned on/
My pen is a blur, so gone/
My thoughts are coming alive/
The creativity of my soul is in overdrive/
My pen will bring about a new world’s birth/
Where my intellect alone will determine its worth/
Will there be peace or situations dire/
Lush green fields or cities of fire/
To write is to become a lyrical God/
A chains to stave off tyranny the likes of general Zod/
I feel it, the it burns up my soul/
Just making it all the more easy to write a junkies role/
It would be a crime to take away my pen/
Equated to a soul slandering sin/
It’s time, time to create/
When I’ll stop is not up for debate/
I don’t know who is in control/
Who is the poet, and who has the pen’s role/
I’m a slave to the passion of writing/
Take me away then, I’m not fighting/
Away to create, It’s something I must do/
It’s the easiest way for me to stay true/

Poetic ice

Burnt out

Burnt out like a struck match/
The perfect breeding ground for insanity to hatch/
The mind is stretched too damn thin/
Making the inner demons claw at your skin/
Constant irritation makes you see red/
The inner fire being perpetually fed/
Rage and exhaustion because you need need need/
So I give up my wants and to you concede?/
FUCK that I’m honestly tired/
For the time being from my life you’re fired/
You can’t expect me to blaze on, when I’m at wick’s end/
Back up off me and let my soul mend/
I’m so burnt out I smell of charred embers/
At this point I being tired is all my bod remembers/
Give me a moment, resting is my right!/
After awhile I’ll yet again be able to ignite/

Only if I rest lol
Poetic ice

Missing

I’m looking for someone/
Maybe you could help me/
Something awful must’ve happened, what have I done/

See our lives were interwoven into loves rope/
A bond that was what I thought, sacred/
But seems I was wrong, is there hope?

Hope of your secrets to come to light?/
Will I once again earn a trust I knew not I lost/
Or have you declared war, is this a fight?/

If so brandish the blades, go in armed/
If you’ve turned on me, let the  bridges burn!/
I won’t be the only one harmed/

As you cut through our memories you will know pain/
A time when you need me will arise/
But you’ll be left bleeding out in the rain/

I wanted this fixed/
You chose to shun me/
Now my rage and sorrow are mixed/

I thought you lost, a person gone missing/
A person I could one day find again/
But I found only a snake hissing/

Poetic Ice

Friday Night Freak

Biding my time all week
It’s torture as time creeps
mundane Monday
Tedious Tuesday
Weakening Wednesday
Teasing Thursday
All lead to Freedom Friday
The day when He is reborn
The Friday Night Freak
On the hunt, your soft pleasures I seek
24 hours when my mission is to make you week
Sanity slipping Sex is the goal
Its not a matter of Do you or don’t you
You will be tied up and pleased beyond your limits
You will feel me as I fill you
I’ve been ravenous for the taste of you
I will quench my thirst upon your pools
I’ll loose counts of how many times I conquer your orgasm
I love you that is true
But this is a steamy lust that I brew
I will take you
On top, below, or from behind
I will dominate you so you know that you are mine
Friday Night is a time you will rejoice
because it is now I’ll play in your most moist
From now until Midnight you are mine
This is the time when I’ll slowly Grind
I’m not stopping until we’re both weak
Just another case of the Friday Night Freak

Poetic Ice