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 489° 
Traveler
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim

The poem is one year old this month!

Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!
 396° 
Nat Lipstadt
the entirety of my feeling is resting on my tongue,
asking for birth, release, freedom:

here at the border post, the guards have fled, and the memory dreamer refugees, previous detained, hesitantly, gingerly, step across a narrow invisibility, a legal fictionalization, courageously frightened, but words of “at last,” “if not now, when,” and “god bless” blend into a merging crescendo of “yes!”

the road chamfers, dusty gives way, all the traveller’s shoes, now wetted, stained and staining, make amusing sounds of connection and interaction - squishy, distinctive, known in every language, dialect -  unrealized but known, spoken, somehow comprehended.
 

why is this heaven wet? is truth moist? indeed, for this place is truthful, and sensory networks cross, senses are both heightened and bluntly realized- and this confusion delights in human land mines
exploding.

let me explain:
my tongue has eyes,
my tongue speaks the words we have in commonality,
my tongues hears your sounds,
my tongue penetrates parts of you
that no other-part touches in the
same way.  

though you might think this is simply ****** subterfuge, it is not.  

simply you need to understand how
deeply this human connects, in his way.
 364° 
arizona
Cycles of dawn and dusk pass,
creep around in long shadows
as emotions thaw.
I’m no longer trapped in
the tangled fibers of existence.
I am existence:
the definition of survival.
Former victim to the
relentless pulls of the universe
I now wear my own rings,
have my own orbit.
I dreamt myself a world:
full of meaning and purpose.
 210° 
Katinka
I wanna run
As fast as I can
And scream
As loud as I can
I wanna hit the wall
With all my strength
And break stuff
With all that anger

I wanna hide
In neverland
And cry
In pain
I wanna jump
With all reassurance
And never wake up
With all that sadness

I wanna laugh
As loud as I can
And dance
As long as possible
I wanna kiss
To feel alive
And live
To feel love
 195° 
ghost
I loved sleep
a second away from reality
death for a moment
heaven for a minute
hell for a while
but when they came
the sleepless nights
they made me so powerless
even when stabbed
my eyes they were open
so just for a moment
let me sleep
so for a while, I can be with mother
hah
her warmth
I forget it on the sleepless nights
You crushed it ...
It was a simple smile,
A basic 2 hour conversation
That turned high cheek bones
Into a dissertation of laughter
A paragraph of struggled breathing
a sentence filled with
Simple thank you’s  
And  a period that ended in a subliminal
“Cause I needed that “

-A.C.E
ACE
I own all the rights to my writing
 141° 
Eric the Red
Beloved
The best ones
That were written about you
Were the ones written by my
Heart
When you were
1000 Light Years From Me
I had nothing to do with it
 134° 
Sk Abdul Aziz
You can't keep others happy if you're unhappy yourself...love yourself and smile often and spread the positive energy around.
 123° 
A Freedom
'Sees 'within' itself!
Unveiling undergoing's Births as infinite blessings.'  
~
 120° 
Ly
Death calls my name constantly,
Always in my ear
Whispering to me in times of vulnerability,
One day I fear I’ll listen .
What if,
you found out
that you were
a cardboard cut-out
like in one of those
books
where you could be dressed
by a stranger in even stranger
clothes

see page five for hipster gear.
 86° 
Nyx
-

I like you

-
Nothing more and nothing less
 77° 
Jenna
I feel her presence,
I can hear her laughter.
It feels like forever;
It's only 2 years after.

We thought we'd live forever,
But all good things have to end.
She was caring, kind, and clever,
Lord, why did she have to ascend?
Have a good day everyone💕
 69° 
CharlesC
I Am Everything..

Most simply put:

The "I" explodes

In a vast expansion

Leaving "Am"

Colored by Everything...
 65° 
Aubrey Jones
when they say "no one is perfect"
what they mean is
I will make mistakes and expect you not to react
I will hurt
and break
and project
and abuse
and you will forgive me
every
time
 54° 
Jeremy Stacy
You ask for my thoughts on what I see,
my opinion, mademoiselle, is you put a spell on me
 47° 
C
I am haunted:
Not by poltergeist,
but by my unlived lives.
Parallel universes
won't ever speak,
they took an oath
to keep from me.
I have words and voices
humming in my head
that will never be met
outside of my bed.
I have to accept
I cannot have it all,
I have to accept
knowing nothing at all.
 46° 
annh
They speak to the madman,
Suppression, subversion, detraction,
A vocabulary of ‘less than’.

They speak to the madman,
To the loveless and the wounded,
The self-doubting ego.

They speak to the madman,
A consort of shadows,
Recurrent with paradox.

Until, uncertain as to the integrity of my own thoughts,
Understudied by self-censure and distrust,
I pause to listen in silence...to the silence which listens back.

‘My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear — a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence. The "I" in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable.’
- Khalil Gibran, The Madman
 45° 
Dean
when you sleep it's like you never cried,

breathing soft and steady, wet cheeks dried.



when you sleep it's like you never lost,

boundaries weren't broken and lines weren't crossed.



when you sleep it's like you're still there,

and you still smile and you still care.



when you sleep you look young as I,

no crease in your brow and no old worn sigh.



and so if sleep is death just being shy,

is it still so wrong,

to wish

to die?
This was made by yamiyurei
 41° 
Tryst
Witches at your door —
With Frankenstein and Batman?
Candied gifts galore!
 39° 
Mary Frances
I look at myself everyday
in the mirror and then realize
I've been given the most beautiful gift
I could ever ask for - my existence;
my chance of life;
my chance of love.
 38° 
nim
maybe i am mourning my own death;
perhaps i've been dying for far too long
 38° 
Ariana Solo
I don't want you to be "the sun"
and centre of my universe

I want you to be a constellation of stars

That complete my darkness

Not outshine me

🌟🖤🌟🖤🌟🖤🌟🖤🌟
 37° 
Carlo C Gomez
Our inheritance
is loss

I don't care
about liberation

Freedom is
the ignis fatuus

Everyone's a slave
to something
 34° 
CupcakesArePink
i take deep breaths and pick at my skin

to remind the demons that they wont win

i rather keep quiet and cry

than lie about not wanting to die

i pick at my skin rather than shout

as the evil red comes out

can someone find me and give me bandages?
 33° 
Deadwood Jawn
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He wasn't. Thanks for understanding, Lydia.. Lydia is angry.. Someone's hurt him..
This is Lydia speaking.
 33° 
muhammad rizwan
What was my dispute with fate



blessed long course under my feet.



Descending was not enough but  late



cursed with flogging heart to beat.
 33° 
Atlas
The world feels impossible to bear right now.
 32° 
Astral
When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.
 31° 
usagi
i promise it will be better
i promise to understand
i promise to fill in the gaps
there shall be no more mishaps

i promise i promise i promise,
things will change can't you see
its meant to be
i promise today i promise

i promised you yesterday
I promised you a better tomorrow
but heres the thing you see;
tomorrow never comes
and i never did lie.
tomorrow is related to today, but it never is today.
 30° 
Bek Blanchard
Now there were two of them
Separated between thousands
of read texts and timely
chats touched by sound
but not skin  
Awake in the others sleeping
Sleeping in the others awake  
Restless as they wait
Restless as they wait
 30° 
Olive
Theres a lot of myths about them
Luring in the ships
Maybe they had good reason to
Men are trash anyways
 29° 
Mary Anne Norton
Thinking of happy times
When cold days
Filled with laughter
Warmed the room
Of children
Where an ah ha moment
Came out of the
Mouth of kiddos
Jumping  with excitement
In their desks
Rays of sunlight
Beaming down on
Learning children
Hugs in solitaire
Or hugs in groups
Meltdowns and mishaps
Celebrations for success
A rainbow filled
The room with love
And left a *** of
Golden Treasure
Thinking about my students and the gift of memories they left behind for me to cherish
 27° 
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
 26° 
ardnaxela
Beads of pink burrow
in her teeth
Memories of
a treat sweet
for her tastebuds to keep.
 25° 
putiira
You realize
how important words are
when you can’t find them
 25° 
tainted black
..
she
closed her
eyes and took
a very deep breath,
crossed her fingers then
w  h     i     s    p   e    r     e   d,
"I long to see the   o n l  y
man who made me
shine in his
darkness
..
A bridge can Collapse any day.
A Mountain can Collide any day.
A Bridge can be amended.
A mountain you Can reclimb.
A Bridge you can hide under Any day.
A mountain You can hide in any day.
You can choose to hide or you can face it head-on.
That is just a reminder for those who are having a hard time doing it. I know that it is really hard but I know that everybody who is reading this can do it. I believe in you all.
 24° 
E
The face in the mirror
the look in the eye's
that reflection ain't me it's just a disguise
the fading of hair
the wrinkles that bend
it's just a life story that's told on my skin
this man in the mirror he ain't really me
their's a child inside that want's to be free
that woman of mine you could say she's the same
sometimes in the covers we laugh and play games
but as I get old and my life bears thin
I think of the fun
and think of the friends
so you could say i'm kind of bold
it's just a part of getting old
A poem my dad wrote on his 45th birthday
we all thought it was funny but truth is
I think it was the greatest one he ever wrote
 24° 
REY
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
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