JT's P A's

Hey there Folks! I'm JT and this is my ''JT's Poetry Attempts'' or 'JT's P A's'' for short. I try to write some poetry in my free time and I hope you'll enjoy the things I post up here. feel free to react. I would love your feedback! Greetz, JT-street

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Sleepless nights. - JT

It's three in the morning.

Skin, aching to be touched.

A lo-fi beat

playing

softly

-

It's 5 in the morning.

My skin is still aching.

The lack,

of your touch.

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A respectful slut - JT

Definitions all around us, judgment's never far away.

Moving in-between a mess of lines and expectations,

Maybe you are looking for something that might stay

For me it's simple though,

This natural feeling in my gut.

Don't lose your human values

It shouts.

but feel free to embrace your inner slut.

Let it roam, let it flicker, let it roam away and dwell

All this voice of reason asks of you is this:

Respect the one in whoms love you fell.

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A dance of love - JT

Love is like a dance.

unnamed rhythms and unspoken choreographs.

Calling to all to take a risk, to take a chance.

The eager embrace, the lucky ones praise, and some stubborn souls hang on to what they once had.

Yet, a dancing girl, lively and dart.

She dances like she wanted to, and, without knowing it, to the rhythm of my heart...

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You - JT

Every day, and every night, the sun and stars remain the same.

Yet every time I see you , the sparks within me change.

Your eyes, they feed me,

Your smile reheats me, when my heart is feeling blue.

Your touch sends shivers, your words, a sensation I can only feel with you.

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Luna - JT

what's wrong? my Marchioness. thou who are my burning stars with eyes that desolve me into an ocean of lights... the moon fades every single month because she lost the courage to show herself next to your enbodiment. yet, every time she comes back till the full moon is there, to try and compare herself to you... but every month again. the world witnesses her demise as she returns back, sadly, compared into nothing next to you...

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It starts with something - JT

Everything starts with something. However big or small whatever it may be. And so Looking at you, starts a smile on me.

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Evil eye - JT

Evil eye Oh, evil eye Fly me to the moon. Drag me on your line of sight Stare me to the moon Senselessly I glide around Too dreamy, too far to care Evil eye Oh, evil eye... Evil, you are not. Watching, seeing, is all you do But please, don't look at me For I don't want to see my truth

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Valentine is just a day, "I love you" are but words Regardless when you say them It's the thought behind that really counts

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Watching

like an eagle at some pigeons

Confused

Once it turns out I’m the prey

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No one will remember - JT

no one will remember, remember once we die. few will know about it maybe some might even read. but they won't remember "US". the feelings in our heart the questions that we had the struggles that we dealt with. the person that we were... I'm sorry.

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Illusions - JT

Illusions,

In my head

They’re everywhere.

Illusions,

Though, I prefer to call ‘em

Illusions,

The power you forgot

[poetry]

I died for Beauty — but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain In an adjoining room — He questioned softly “Why I failed”? “For Beauty”, I replied — “And I — for Truth — Themself are One — We Brethren, are”, He said — And so, as Kinsmen, met a Night — We talked between the Rooms — Until the Moss had reached our lips — And covered up — our names —

Poem 449, Emily Dickinson (via poetry)

Note to self: JT, you still got much to learn.

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Beauty to discover - mr. bento & JT

Hide beauty in the depths of the obvious, So none but the sane can find it. Hide beauty in insanity, So the free mind only will discover What lays beneath his grip.

Mr. Bento - JT

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Hey dear reader, I know I haven’t posted anything lately, but, to show you I haven’t forgotten you guys: a little poem from a friend of mine (who writes poetry too) and myself. (See next post) Enjoy! ^^

PS. The link is to his blog, which is… Awesome!

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frustrating - JT

here I’m standing staring at what’s left. and I can taste it! It’s frustrating, raging trough my head.

Oh and I can taste it! my senses being torn, I don’t dare complaining but my inside rages on

Oh and I can taste it! all the tears that I have shed, it’s frustrating, but I’ll just hold my breath.

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flashbacks - JT

flashbacks are what strikes the heart, nothing you can do.

flashbacks are what strikes the heart, whenever you don’t have a clue.

flashbacks strike my heart, and I still love you