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Best Poems Written by Te Indi

Below are the all-time best Te Indi poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Silly Slumber

A swirling gold wind
Speckles of dust
I thrust my neck in to feel this
I am bewildered, a smothered vine
floating into the ending
but I want to fight
Want to get up and break knuckles and limbs
to spread seeds
and say I mattered

This is the time we’ll remember and I can’t forget
that man on the corner
How we’re all allowed dreams
and those who shatter
are lessons for those who haven’t slept yet
I’m closing eyes to remember the fabric
of the depth of Godliness
The heat in my chest, the badness

And I’m weighing the contents of time to find
where I should be standing
Tightroping on the thin line before it’s enough
and my promises are voided as bluff
I’m mourning
Wailing against the sepulcher of my birth
The tomb of my purpose
And the dead leaves that surround the contents of my body
are ‘raptured’

There is no more time
We’re weeping in the instant we begin again
But they have left us
with our own salvation in our hands
and nowhere to go
No peace to find sleep
Good mourning

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Soft Shell Casing

Carcass evens out sand
Skin lands in your hands
Push past tainted smiles for better lands
Call me
When we reach the peak of boiling
and I've sweat out all my provisions
I'll answer
No need to memorize nonsense 
in your numbers stead
I will always know your name
And it plays like the knocking of two outside a manger
There is nothing holy here 
but lessons taught in down times
And so I practice dance for ballrooms I will never tread
You have never and will never see me
Call me
and I'll tell you how it's supposed to go
and you can teach her, them
It's too pretty outside to lose my mind
but you have it
Blow heat on kerosene and burn down your own monument
I'm tired

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Molecules

Poetry for the blind
Songs for the deaf
An audience of living and breathing pulsating through the soul
they are waiting for the melody to push through the cracks
of gasps and moans
waiting for clenched fist that have never learned to fight
to ignite
and somehow
I won't be right below the brim, right under the surface, the light that never makes it through the blinds
I cannot be attempts
prayers
pleas
and then acceptance
of young dreams that never come to be
I have to be
something

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Maladaptive Daydreaming Disorder

And maybe tonight in feasting
I'll inhale the flavors of my meal
and exhale colors in the wind
I have not been chosen
beyond our understanding, it just is
It’s the quiet that scares me
so I'm a puppeteer of the shadows
Dancing near the light source
to feed my lonely
I breathe this naturally
Another dimension
Another time
More laughter

I'm pacing and spinning
Yelling and singing
I'm in control
until the arch of my feet gets weak
from chasing the muse my bed becomes
And I'm tired
In prayer I lay
The only air left  to breathe is the regret of wasting the day 
It was never us
Just me filling the spaces of those I want to love
They are not here now
They cant share this with me
I'm only weak
It's only me

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Suddenly, I Find Myself Smaller

There is brown here
A dooming neutrality
darkening to black
as I picture you
further than the
sleeve equipped for
my emotive exchanges

In my misspelled well wishings
I hope you thought kindly

I am not as bitter
as my mocking your pockets may seem
I prefer you this way

Except, you must understand
that the best way to please me
is to not

And out of the other twenties that
never returned my message
I'd like to think you
had no words fit
so you got distracted by new days

We move from sepia to chocolate
as I express my disdain for anything
flavored this way
The lighthearted rejection of my preference
tells that I like the mild meekness of vanilla
The subtlety of a stronger after taste
Than the floating prior

There will never be two of us in this room
Just me and the choice existence of others
when my echoes become too loud for my bed
And I'll dance for the shadows left by empty chairs
and your space in the slow developing abyss in my head
-----The part where the heart carries it's waste
And when it's clean we can transition

I move from chocolate to bistre
Skipping the smoother movements
of a learning tree

There's no way to end
what's more than the grasp of my hands
And so I can only make a guess
That in a revolution
we'll be pitch black 

Asante Indira 11/30/2012

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It Always Ends Badly When It Never Ends

I'm placing strings in needles and creating new seams
Pricking fighting fingers for what this brings
Opening the lines of smiles with softer things
but you like to rip
like to tear bandages 
with  no interest in blood
just the sound of a breaking, the wince
The mystery of what's under the covers
calls you here
but you play hide and no speak with bloodletting
Planning puppet shows in your dwelling

There is no more time to look for needles and strings
Let's lay it here bare
See how the clot of your presence
causes more hemorrhage
Thinking nothing of tachycardic pitter pats
I just figured that
this is how it flows
and maybe the sadist will enjoy newly marred skin
Soft pink hues clashing with new fabric, this is more than a bruise

I dreamt of babies in past times
So maybe you'd bless me
bring new dressing for wounds too old to place but too deep to forget
and you did, long enough for the browning of raised skin
creating camouflage of a better understanding
but what does camouflage do?
Stepping out of coverings revealing the ravaging you

You are sharp edges hitting kneecaps
splinters in my feet
You are strange slithering things beckoning to eat
wrapping choking, heavy body around all things meek
You are the reason for silver linings
You create shadows for the bleak

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His Dinner Table

Blackened meats on stove stops and grills
A better taste
A distaste between wills
I find her on my hunting ground with
the possessions belonging to my plate
But I have no plate

I put down bows arrows knives and pride
to give back men like you
who take advantage of the miles
to make two meals
and no supper
One should suffer
because I have never eaten
and etched into menus with your name
But by the sweat of your brow
I'll never eat
Put in practice limp muscles for my own feast
And I can't blame you
For that's the nature of the beast
Sneaking bites between lunch and dinner
But it helps me to keep
my center in forever motion
so I too can have meat

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Daddy, Set Me Free

Help me break bread at this table
Songs of my captivity
And in those four lines you’re learning to set me free
Where did you put the rope and muzzle
Where is it now?
Should I count it all with you?
Should I give up the stamp I’ve left on your memory?

But you know me
And that’s the impact
A rare understanding
that I couldn’t find the words to give them
But you knew, my captor read me
And I find these things in old words 
Written in digital poetry
The void is no longer a mystery
I’m missing the essence of you
The understanding of our knowing laughter
Our observations that gave us air
To puff up our own thrones

And I, the spitting image of my disappointment
am left here empty
Bewildered, because it’s been made so that I need you
How would I love after you?
It was with you that I felt the ricochets of my affection
The heaviness of wanted blessings on your behalf
And I saw your faith waiver
And now they see me crack 
Because from where I’m running
is where I need to go back

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Black

This is it, the visceral
A mud laden intention for the perfect
And the prefect knows we don’t deserve it
but in morning yawning I’m yearning
To sheen without the glisten
To be of worth without the wealth
To matter in spite of mass

Come sing in the keys of dandelions
and roar like the hidden root
I prefer to blacken my estate
than to yellow at the petals,
fixing myself for your taste
 
Somewhere in the dirt 
Some hand clenching at the shine
of the only future it deserves
is cut off
Someone picking up my charms 
Somewhere, far away
So far that in knowing these truths, it doesn’t matter
It has no mass
These are not atoms
This is only shape

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Connect Fore

I have become numb to the idea of praise
Praying that the preys won't catch 
themselves in the aisles of pews 
handled by the strength of clout
Smuggled out by strange men

I've become jaded by the blues
Fade to purple so I can paint kitchens and 
cook surrounded by new hues

I have become scarred by our experience
There is no healing for the bruise
but I often think we can grow new limbs
and the broken will be of no use

I have become hopeful every now and 
then
so I pull ink out of pen to write like 
Habakkuk the vision plain upon tables
so they can run and ring wedding bells for 
the two

I have become suspicious of the 
suspended suspense of new days
Always dreaming of bumping into the new 
side of you
Becoming feeble for the opening of hearts 
You stay in far away parts and have 
nothing to do with today

I've become a pleading thing
Covered in blankets, prostrate on cold tiles
A petrified wood waiting to be drenched 
by something different

Something like you watching me in pews 
dressed in blue 
Covering scars with outstretched open 
palms
Marked by ink I've used in daydreaming of 
new days
So they covered me in blankets
The petrified good