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 931° 
SecondChoice
You touched me
You filled me 
You stretched me



You go so deep when you read me

Even deeper when you hurt me

Deeper still when you want me



My body reminisces on the warmth of you

My hands memorized the feel of you

My mind is so full of you
 756° 
betterdays
Pigeon toed  wombats
Determinedly trundle by
Heading  to burrows
we were lucky to see  one large(mother) & two smaller wombats
whilst on an early  bushwalk... they are such soli, determined yet comical creatures .
 539° 
Diya Misri
For you,
I’d bleed roses,
And cry - daffodils,
And even the sweetest tulips,
Could not impel me,
As do you.
 498° 
Thirty Nine
More Flowers Than I've Ever Seen
Presented Before Me
As If They Were Apologies
For Ignoring Me
I Think I Would've Liked Them When I Was Alive Though
 451° 
Nat Lipstadt
12:53am,  January 3,2025
New York City
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A Traveler notates these words to my attention, but only because I make myself
a convenient target, for truthfully,
it is addressed to one and all,
to the royalty of:


We,

who speake out loud, to all those who ***** these damp woods full of wet words, that spring up overnight, ripe for the plucking, there for the taking, an exacting where & when they did not even exist
the twenty four prior


These purloined overnight creatures are

white and  black

lettered truffles, like the pages on which we inscribe, the letters raw, exquisitely tasty, shaved, measured in grams, but only when shared with others, in the privacy of our open minds, after being spooned from within us with exquisite care upon the pages that decorate our lives, sprinkled
with great care and cunning


but when consumed, our five senses rage with aromatic pleasured pain, for these letters, so tiny, so powerful, grow only when
combinatory, individual bitty granules,
but when leavened, they enhance, provoke!,
they sauce, the


flavors  of the ordinary

of our experiences,
creating the extraordinary
when interacting upon
our five robust senses


for without the spaces of delineation,
our jumbled words are but the
random jingle jangle of the sounds
of night winds, rustling a tune
pleasant but incomprehensible


Here I take your leave,
with the liberty taken
for speaking in all our names
to a Traveler
who so succinctly captures our work,
the glue of our interactive Us,
Our,

Collective of Individuality
finished @ 1:53am
 345° 
Michael Leo
One year,
One month,
One week,
One day,
One hour,
One minute,
One second,
In my every breath...
I beg for time to be timeless.
Only if you're by my side...
For 576
 331° 
Alvian Eleven
A young fighter from Hebron has become a martyr in the struggle.
His struggle was only because he wanted to be able to go to the beach in Gaza.
In his entire life he had never enjoyed the beauty of the beach and the freshness of the sea breeze.
That was his biggest dream and he died struggling for that.


January 2025

By Alvian Eleven
I don’t know what I should do.
I can’t manage to get beneath
All the layers of artifice
To finally find the genuine me.

Who is this wounded entity
Wearing the face of an actress
Stumbling across a dim-lit stage
Living her life for an audience.

Where can I go to find the answers
To all the questions that nag me
And why are there no real denouements
To all all the theatrical plots I live.

What soap can take off all the makeup
Applied so thickly with loving care;
And when it’s finally washed away
What kind of person will be standing there.
ljm
NY Eve Introspection
You’re never going to have the cake
Learn to like the taste of bread.

You’re never going to wear diamonds
Learn to appreciate cut glass.

You’re never going to hear applause
Learn to marvel at the stillness.

You’re never going to win the gold
Learn to admire the shine of copper.

You’re never going to be adored
Learn to love just being liked.

You’re never going to live forever
Learn to be your best today.
                 ljm
One outta six ain't too bad.
 205° 
Juan45th
It was a cold night under the moon
when I walked through the door,
what I saw is the beauty of
you.
 202° 
Myani
Did I leave ?
Did it go?
I guess I had always been this way-
Buy joy with your breathe-
With the strength of purpose each day that I haven't had for a while,
I let my self to just glow where the current leads.
Loss passion-
Beat myself to walk down the road I had created with a smile -
Though I wear it not -
This day I was happy and felt beautiful inside and out.
What awaits a man gives room for joyous days of good feeling,
Smashes you when you wouldn't recognise.
#life#deal with it
 186° 
Robinballengee
Hard to love
I’m easy to leave
Don’t mind me
I just can’t breathe .
Things that are said
Replay in my head

I cry alone
Not in sight
If I’m asked what’s wrong
My answer
Is me trying to fight.
It’s not right,it’s not true.
Lost in my head
What do I do.
 183° 
Travis Green
He was my greatest escape
My caramel cake
That I craved to eat
My tasty treat
That completed me

My beginning, middle, and end
My enchanting dream guy
That had me treading on air
Cherishing his expansive playground
Of astoundingly marvelous manliness
His staggeringly vigorous splashiness
His sun-kissed allure

He rocked my world
Moved me through the bright skies
Of his masculine love
Making me melt in his embrace
Taking my breath away

He was my alluring breeze
That fulfilled me
My swag king
That shimmered
Like authentic money
Like the lovely sun
That filled me with abundant happiness
 169° 
Ember
bold and creative.

warm, nostalgic sunrises.

sweet fruits, they're ripe on a tree.

no rhyme, save for a botanical term
almost no one knows.

rare favorite colour,
but deserving all the same.
 162° 
silvervi
We are very quick and understanding
For each other's happy ending,

We are very quick and understanding
For each other's happy ending,

We are very quick and understanding
For each other's happy ending...
Another song I sang out of the blue... 💙
The melody is pretty allegro.
 158° 
Kaiden Lewis
Today i found out that
My brother is turning into me.
Every single detail.
I'm scared for him.
My brother is exactly the age i started sh and i found out he already tried it "out of curiosity". Same as me. I have no idea how to help him because he refuses to believe he's not okay. I don't want him to go through the same stuff i sent through.
 154° 
Dhruv
The dew of morning leaving early in garden
Euptopia of fairy with lingering magic
Belief so strong with a spark of Amber
Red with violet, oh so lovely misty affair
Born with ivy,but giving a cold
You who captured this tyrant heart with innocence
Submitting my crimes as my letter of truth
With blood soaked tip and a stirred heart
Salty air with sunset dream's
Oh my lovely euptopia, with a olive heart
Forgive this foolish being,with a heart of gold
String soaked in red,tied to hands
My lovely euptopia always be mine
 153° 
hazem al jaber
Need to sleep...

Today...
Or maybe tomorrow...
The sunflower will grow...
And turn its little yellow head...
In all directions...
With a sense of fear...
From any air current...
With feels...
Amazed...
Confused...
And there is more...
From the absence of the sun...
And when it finds no choice or refuge...
It will throw itself into your arms...
To fall asleep...
Yes...
Fall asleep...
Like my heart...

Yes my love...
My heart grows...
And longs to sleep...
In your arms....


hazem al ...
 152° 
butterfly
Meet me under the moonlight,
when we both have nowhere else to go,
we could share the sweet and sorrow,
no one has to know.
Meet me when the night grows colder,
when our souls are sealed with fear,
we could share a glimpse of love,
before we slowly disappear.
 128° 
Kezexxe
Cracked ribs,
Broken hips,
Killed physically,
Alive heavenly,
It is well with my soul,
Fleshly desires no longer in control,
Kingdom awaits,
Open the gates,
Walls of gold,
While the earth has turned to mold.
 121° 
Lost Indeed
Neste mar de poesia,
Ondas de versos e palavras tentam me afogar,
Mas em meio ao caos eu vi o seu nome,
E finalmente pude respirar.

Como a luz no fim do túnel,
Como o poço no deserto,
Como o farol na tempestade,
Em meio aos infinitos olhos do destino, eu sinto o seu olhar.

Me acolhe em seus braços
E deixa sua cabeça eu acariciar.
Deixa-me dormir em seu abraço
E, em meus braços, você descansar.

Eu reconheço seu efeito em mim,
Como um entorpecente da alma.
Falando com você, eu esqueço do fim,
Pois, nas praias do seu coração, encontrei minha calma.
ForI
 115° 
Jay Lewis
Does it make you feel good?
When your digesting me.
Just so your mouth,
Has some gossip to speak.
 102° 
Akira Chinen
In time death will come
to reap the life
you have sown
and when you see
the harvest she lays
at your feet
will you rejoice to see
an abundance of fruit
or will you be forced
to see a garden
that long ago
rotted on the vine
 100° 
LL
I chase with my eyes
what my hands cannot touch — I'm
left empty-handed

01/09/2025
 98° 
Xander Holden
I was rooting for her to succeed
But in the end there was recovery
What does that say about me
 96° 
Dario Tinajero
ᵀᴬᴿᴬᴺᵀᵁᴸᴬ ᶜᴿᴬᵂᴸˢ
ᶜᴬᴮᴱᴿᴺᴱᵀ ˢᴾᴿᴱᴬᴰ ᶜᴿᴼˢˢ ᵂᴬᴸᴸˢ
ˢᵀ. ᴹᴬᴿᵀᴵᴺˢ ᴳᴼᴼˢᴱ ᶜᵁᵀ ᴼᴺ ᶜᴿᴬᶜᴷᴱᴰ ᴼᴾᴱᴺ yellow ᴾᴸᴬᵀᴱˢ
ᵂᴼᴿᴺ ᵀᴴᴵᴺ ᴬˢ ᴴᴱᴿ ᴾᴬᵀᴵᴱᴺᶜᴱ
ᴰᴿᴱᴬᴿᵞ ᵂᴱᴮˢ ᴰᴵˢᴾᴸᴬᵞᴱᴰ ᴾᴱᴿ ᴼᴸᴰ ᶠᴼᴿᴳᴼᵀᵀᴱᴺ ˢᴼᵁᴸ
ᵀᴱᴺ ᴼᶠ ᴴᴱᴬᴿᵀˢ ᵁᴾˢᴵᴰᴱ down
ᶜᴴᴱᴱᴿˢ ᴱᶜᴴᴼᴵᴺᴳ ᴬᴺᴰ ˢᵂᴱᴸᵀᴱᴿᴵᴺᴳ
ᴸᴵᴷᴱ ᴿᴼᴮᴵᴺ ᴴᴼᴼᴰ'ˢ ᴬᴿᴿᴼᵂ ᴵᴺˢᴵᴰᴱ ᴴᴵˢ ᴴᴱᴬᴰ
ᵂᴱᴸᴸ ᴹᴬᵞᴮᴱ ᵀᴴᴬᵀˢ ᴬ ᴸᴵᵀᵀᴸᴱ ˢᴬᴿᶜᴬˢᵀᴵᶜ
ᴵᴺ ᴴᴵˢ ᴴᴱᴬᴰ ᴮᵁᵀ ᴺᴼᵀ ᴵᴺ
ᵂᴵᵀᴴᴵᴺ ˢᴼᴮᴮᴵᴺᴳ ᶠᴼᴳᴳᵞ ᴱᵞᴱˢ,
ᴬ ᵛᴼᴵᴰ ᴼᶠ ᴮᴸᴬᶜᴷ ᶜᴿᴼᵂˢ. ᴬᴺᴰ ᵂᴵᵀᴴᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴱᴵᴿ ᴱᵞᴱˢ,ᴰᴬᴿᴷᴱᴿ ᶜᴿᴼᵂˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵂᴵᵀᴴᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴱᴹ;ᴵᴺᴬᴰᴱᵟᵁᴬᵀᴱ ᶠᴸᴱˢᴴ ᴰᴱᴾᴿᴵᵛᴱᴰ ᴼᶠ ᴰᴿᴱᴬᴹˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴺᴼᵁᴿᴵˢᴴᴹᴱᴺᵀ ˢᴼ ᴵᵀˢ ᴵᴰᴸᴱ ᴹᴵᴺᴰ ᶜᴬᴺᴺᴼᵀ ᴴᴬᴺᴰᴸᴱ ᴸᴼᴼᴷᴵᴺᴳ ᵀᴴᴿᴼᵁᴳᴴ ᵀᵂᴼ ᴮᴸᵁᴿᴿᵞ ᵂᴵᴺᴰᴼᵂˢ ˢᴴᴵᴺᴵᴺᴳ ᶠᴬᴸˢᴱ ᴴᴼᴾᴱ
ᴳᴿᴬᵀᴵᶠᵞᴵᴺᴳ ᴿᴱᴹᴬᴿᴷˢ ᵀᴼ ᴳᴱᵀ the ᴮᴬᴸᴸ ᴿᴼᴸᴸᴵᴺᴳ ᶠᴼᴿ trust ᴬᴺᴰ integrity
ᵀᴴᴿᴼᵁᴳᴴ ˢᵂᴱᴬᵀᴵᴺᴳ ᴬᴺᴰ imaginary ᴸᴬᵁᴳᴴᴵᴺᴳ ᴸᴬᵞ ˢᴱᶜᴿᴱᵀˢ ᴵᴺ plain ˢᴵᴳᴴᵀ
ᵁᴾᴼᴺ ᶠᵁᴿᵀᴴᴱᴿ ᴵᴺᵛᴱˢᵀᴵᴳᴬᵀᴵᴼᴺ,
ᴬᴿᴼˢᴱ ᵂᴬˢᴴᴱᴰ ᴬᵂᴬᵞ ᴮᴸᴱᴬᶜᴴ ᴬᴺᴰ ˢᵀᴬᴵᴺˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ˢᴹᴱᴸᴸˢ of iron
ᵀᴴᴱ ᴹᴵᴿᴿᴼᴿ ᴵˢ the ᴼᴺᴸᵞ ˢᵁᴿᵛᴵᵛᴼᴿ?
ᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ ᴵᴺ ᴵᵀˢ ᶜᴼᶠᶠᴵᴺ ᴼᴺ ᵀᴴᴱ ᶜᴬᴿᴰᴮᴼᴬᴿᴰ ᶠᴸᴼᴼᴿ ᴵᵀ ˢᵀᴬᴸᴷᴱᴰ ᵀᴴᴱᴹ
ᵂᴵᵀᴴ ᴬᴺ ᴬᶜᴱ ᴵᴺˢᴵᴰᴱ ᴵᵀˢ ᶠᴿᴬᴳᴵᴸᴱ ᴴᴼᴸᴱˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴬ ᶜᴼᴵᴺ flipped ᴼᴺ ᴵᵀˢ ᴴᴱᴬᴰ
ᴬᴺᴰ ᴼᵁᵀˢᴵᴰᴱ them, Fury ᴮᴵᴿᴰˢ ᴳᴸᴵᴰᴵᴺᴳ, ˢᴴᴼᵂᴱᴿᴵᴺᴳ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴵᴺ ᴵᶜᴱ ᴬᴺᴰ hail
ᵂᴴᴱᴺ ᵀᴼᴿᵀᵁᴿᴱ ᴿᴱᴬᴷᴱᴰ ᶠᴿᴼᴹ the ᴱᴬᴿᵀᴴ ᴹᴵᴸᴱˢ ᴮᴱᴸᴼᵂ ᴵᴺ ᶠᴵᴿᴱ ᵀᴬᴵᴸᴼᴿᴱᴰ ᵀᴼ ᵀᴴᴱ rain’s ᵂᴵˢᴴᴱˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴱ ˢᴸᴱᴱᵀ'ˢ ᴱᴹᴾᴼᵂᴱᴿᴱᴰ ᶜᴼᵂᴬᴿᴰᴸᴵᴺᴱˢˢ
ᴬᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴴᴬᴵᴸ ᴾᵁᵀ ᴵᵀ’ˢ ᶠᴼᴼᵀ down ˢᴼ ᴵᵀ ᴹᴬᵞ ᶜᵁᴿᴱ ᵀᴴᴱ roads ᶠᴿᴼᴹ ᴵᵀˢ ᴰᴿᴼᵂᴺᴵᴺᴳ
ᴮᵁᵀ ᴵᵀ ᴸᴬᴺᴰᴱᴰ as ᴿᴼᶜᴷˢ,ᶠᴼᴿ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴳᴿᴼᵁᴺᴰ ᵂᴬˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴵˢ ᵀᴼᴼ ᴮᴱᵀᴿᴬᵞᴱᴰ ᴮᵞ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴬᵀᴹᴼˢᴾᴴᴱᴿᴱ'ˢ ᴾᴱᴿᴵᴸ
ᴬᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴹᴵᴿᴿᴼᴿ... ᶜᴼᵁᴸᴰᴺᵀ ˢᴬᵛᴱ ᵀᴴᴱᴹ ᴬᴺᵞ ᴸᴼᴺᴳᴱᴿ
They all ᵂᴱᴿᴱ ᴹᴼᴺˢᵀᴱᴿˢ
ᴱᴺˢᴺᴬᴿᴱᴰ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴰᴱᵛᴵᴸ'ˢ ᴾᴵᴺᵀ ᴼᶠ ᶜᴼᴺᶜᴿᴱᵀᴱ ᴹᴬᴰᴺᴱˢˢ
ᴵᴺᵀᴱᴳᴿᴵᵀᵞ ᵂᴬˢ ᴳᴼᴺᴱ
ˢᴼ only ᴿᴱᴹᴬᴵᴺᴱᴰ
ᵀᴿᵁˢᵀ
I was reminded somewhere that poems don’t need to have meaning. The beauty in this poem is that it was not meant to be understandable, so you can read it from down to up or sideways or skip lines and come back to them and they would make sense in their own way for some or not for others. You may even switch words around and switch sentences to find your own meaning in my mess of words that could mean something completely different to others. Maybe, eventually, someone could find meaning in its original form, but it would be fake, a lie to everyone else. At least to me, it would be the truest lie of all.
 94° 
Odd Odyssey Poet
the sweet scent of flowers
grazes the finely thinned hairs of a lover
while a butterfly flits in their stomach ready
to tie that uncomfortable knot…

                               she has fallen in love.
 83° 
Caroline Shank
I Cry

I cry for the new babies.  They
havA thrill for living.

From so small hands the
DAY is channeld.
Tomorrow has not

Yet

determined  the posture
of tomorrow

Tomorrow that will suffer
of Blue Skies and questions.
Long after the rules are

set like spoons
to drunken rules.

I cry for tomorrows
hidden like doors
the feral cats use


No work of small hands
can stop the

Guns.


Caroline Shank
January 9, 2025
 82° 
Peter Garrett
We can be strangers if you like
We can talk about the weather
Our silly plans for the weekend
Or how life has been kind to us
Trust me, I'm a terrific actor
You'll hardly be able to tell

We can be strangers if you like
Or at least we can pretend that
It doesn't shred us to pieces...
Have you ever come across friends and lovers that meant the world to you... and then had to act like they were mere acquaintances?
Never mind... hello there, stranger!
reading love poems
is like someone
slowly injecting me
with acidic poison
and screaming into my ear

"YOU'LL NEVER GET WHAT YOU WANT!"

feels disgusting
and weird
i feel jealousy
and fear
grabbing me by my neck
and shoving their sewage
garbage gutter love
in my face

why do i gotta look at it?
sorry to be rude
just the years of abuse speaking

i dont really like that its trending
 78° 
Traveler
The poet’s shadow
is exposed
page after page
a ranting rave
of confronted truths
trending lies
our poetic shadow is our guide..

The opus of our secret love
desires dance beyond our dreams
where the shadow shines it’s lust
hear the victims victorious scream..

Fear not the shadow
embrace the bad we have done
and the bad we will do
to integrate our shadow
is to grow leap and bounds
when we finally break through
……..
Traveler 🧳 Tim

#Carl Jung
 76° 
Lizzie Bevis
Their hearts beat with ours,
keeping time with wagging tails,
never asking for anything more
than care and love,
then return it tenfold
with a gentle warmth
to mend our broken days.
Dogs teach us to live life fully,
they make our days so much better
just by being our spirited
and faithful friends,
which breaks us so deeply
at the very end.

©️Lizzie Bevis
For my lovely neighbours Chris and Carol.
Their beautiful 14 year old Golden Retriever Jess is sadly deteriorating and the vet is visiting them tomorrow to send Jess over the rainbow bridge.

The hardest part is always saying goodbye.
You were always a good girl Jess and you'll be missed so much. 😢🐕🪽🌈
 73° 
Adam Lazaro
When the wind takes over—me and you.
I’d plunge a tonic to drag its destruction.
Till’ your kiss hits the cloud banks to insue,
violence of graven red by my cheeks into
a vast depression of lonesome hermits—
While I’m still in need of your urgency,
The bubbles spills upon your dress.
And now, the world is a mess.

The world with pretty closed eyes.
I lifted from room to room on her thighs,
And drew to plunge our destruction to synchronize.
Could it be possible you see this lady before she faces scarcity.
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